Take it slow and go for drinks

You sighed, fidgeting your fingers as you looked away from Zoe for a moment. "I can't just... I don't think I can just say that I'd be ready to do this bodysuit wearing thing with you. I mean, you're beautiful, but the whole thing... I need a lot more time before I could say yes. If I could say yes."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zoe shifting, disappointed that you were turning her down. She starts to walk away, dejected.

"But... you mentioned drinks? Dinner? Being one person sounds like a lot, but I'd really like to know more about you, and to tell you about me... I suppose that is a date, huh? But, I do want that."

Zoe stopped, and spun around with a smile, grasping her hands together. It wasn't the response she dreamed of, but there was still a chance.

"I can understand that. And in a way, I appreciate that you're telling me all this now." Zoe said as she sat down. She saw your eyes trail down her shapely body, watching her jiggle and shake as she sat. "I'd hate to overwhelm you, especially if it put a damper on the real reason why I want you here. I've just... I feel this connection, I've never felt it with anyone. I wasn't sure I was capable of attraction like a normal human, but there's just something..."

The idea of this certifiable goddess being attracted to you was still strange, but you didn't want to question Zoe's motives on the matter.

Something still bothered you, and you turned away again as you thought. "And... what if I can't wear you? If I can never come around to the idea of being anyone but me?"

Zoe shifted a little uncomfortably. She's been denied before in terms of taking a host, despite her skills she possessed when being worn there was always some dealbreaker with potential hosts that turned her down. Ideas like not having any privacy typically topped the protests. Others turned her down because she couldn't replicate male anatomy or clearly masculine features--although her slimegirl friend could augment her transformative capabilities when both were used together with a host, that often wasn't an option--so any potential male hosts had to be comfortable with being a woman, or at least seemingly androgynous, when worn. Also a concern was a lack of control over one's appearance--even if her transformative capabilities were limited to women, the fact that she could change appearance in an instant without any input from a host meant there was a lot of potential for embarrassing or frustrating situations if Zoe was in a mood. She couldn't influence movements, but she still held considerable power over a body in that way.

"Well... if you never wear me, which I hope won't be the case, then I'd hope we could find another host whom you would enjoy spending time with while they wore me. Barring that... I suppose we would just see each other on the days I wasn't being worn." You could hear in her voice that she hoped this wasn't the case. You felt a little guilty for bringing down the mood, but relationships were a compromise, and hearing that Zoe was willing to make compromises set you at ease.

You smiled a little, and hugged around Zoe, which caught her off-guard in the quiet moment, but eventually she wrapped her arms around you. "That makes me feel better to hear. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, but... dinner, tonight?"

Zoe smiles again, just happy that you weren't walking away. She recognized she needed to put forward a strong showing to make you comfortable enough for anything to work between you. "Six-thirty, at Luna Vagare downtown. Can you make it? It's pretty classy, but... well, like I said, we can sit for drinks, and then if things go long, they make the best pasta around."

You smiled, gathering your things. "I'll be there. Thank you, Zoe." You headed out of her lab, a bounce in her step. Even though you went right back to work downstairs, you left work early to get ready.

When you arrived downtown, you wore a sky-blue dress, the most formal thing you owned that would make sense for a classy restaurant. Normally you were content with a very plain look at work, but you put in some considerable effort to be worthy of being seen next to Zoe in public--your hair was styled up and pinned all over as your bangs tidily swept across your forehead, and you spent a long time figuring out your eyeshadow before you were confident that you could make a lasting impression.

When you finally found Zoe at one of the tables near the bar, though--you were a few minutes early but it looked like she'd already settled in--you were stunned. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun, and her silvery dress shimmered in the candlelight nearby, hugging tightly to her curves. Even before you reached the table, she was approached by a man who clearly wanted to get to know her better before she turned him away.

You gulped, feeling really out of your element, but you made it to her table and showed her as confident a smile as you could muster, even making an attempt to be witty. "For our second date, we're going to wear sweatpants to a burger joint, just so that's on the record."

Zoe giggled in response, hands resting on the table next to two martinis, one of which she slid towards you. "Agreed. Although, I think you'll be plenty impressed with my sweatpants game."

And thus began a delightful night.