Teasing under the table

"Well, I suppose let's go then. I'll buy. I don't even know why you'd want to go, Jane, it's not like you can drink. Do you drink coffee, Jan?" Jan nodded, rather excited at the prospect of spending more time with you--in a situation where she might be able to actually just talk with you like a normal person, although you were certain that Jane would interfere somehow.

Jan found herself shrugging against her will, as Jane pondered things. "It's not really about the coffee to me, just that it sounded nice. I just want to get out and be seen, and really move around. It's really hard to describe, but inside the fabric... I want to be used to the fullest like the clothes normally would. I want to flex and bend and rub along the skin and feel the breeze on my every fiber! It's like wandering around, fully exposed... but in the best way. I absolutely could get used to it, to this."

You worried that your fiancée was already getting too deep down this rabbit hole, it's barely been that long at all and she's already talking like she wants to ask Emilia for an extension on her abilities... and then what? Would she be a ghost through your wedding day? Were you going to walk down the aisle to stand before Jan, wearing Jane as a wedding dress, so you could marry the dress itself? There would be so many questions... Or what if Jane wants to be like this longer! Six months, a year, more? Would Jan just let herself be a puppet the whole time, as your make-believe wife with an artificially sexy body?

...You grunted and adjusted your pants. Something about the idea of having two women occupying the same space doing double-duty as your betrothed is really stirring something deep in you. Could you end up with the best of both worlds like this somehow? Jane was a doer, a spunky and lively action-oriented woman with a knockout body that you could barely keep your hands off, and she encouraged the contact. Jan, however, was the sweet and considerate talker with a pretty smile and prettier face and you felt reassured in her sound judgment and found her cute nervousness about the whole situation to be adorable. Could this become a long-term thing, somehow? Would you dare play along long enough to let that happen?

Jan waved her hand in front of your face as Jane snapped you out of your daze. "Hey, like I was just saying to Jan... I'm not going to be able to talk when we're outside without things looking weird. So, I'll let you two talk for the most part, I'll be too busy enjoying the fabric for the most part anyway. If I need to say something, I'll whisper it to Jan and she'll relay it, word for word. Just treat her like you'd treat me, got it?"

That was the weirdest request your girlfriend ever made to you, but you nodded, and headed out of the apartment, with Jan in tow--going so far as to hold her hand because Jane put it in yours.

For the first half block, you two walked in silence, finding it too awkward to speak candidly with one another. You would occasionally look over at Jan, who would turn and smile at you during the walk. You'd look lower, seeing the perfect illusion of a new body encasing her, done so well by Jane even when out strolling in public. Jan was still quite nervous that she might be seen, or that someone might realize somehow that this wasn't her real body and that she would have to explain some weirdness. You just didn't bother to worry about it, since whatever happened, Jane would no doubt somehow make it even weirder, but in a way that would take the heat off of you and Jan. Still, you were growing more and more accustomed to seeing this girl next to you as naturally shaped that way, and as your partner, if temporarily.

"So, how do the clothes feel?"

Jan blinks, realizing you were talking to her. "Oh, yes... it's still something I'm getting used to. Once I learned to relax, it's starting to feel... really good. They're just sort of taking me along, and I don't have to do much of anything, it's actually really comfortable. I don't mind this at all, to be honest."

You cleared your throat a little, glancing around to see if you were in earshot of anyone. "And, how do you think the clothes feel?"

Jan didn't say anything at first, instead looking like she was straining to listen to some faraway sound... before proceeding to relay the words precisely as she promised. "I love it. Being clothes feels really fulfilling, like when I'm being worn I'm completing my intended purpose. And I feel everywhere that I'm touching Jan, and just brushing against her is exhilirating..." Jan blushed a little at saying such things, even though she made a promise. Her hand tugged your hand to wrap around behind her back, to hold her waist from the other side, and her blush deepened at Jane encouraging you to be more affectionate in your embrace of her as you walked, but her smile grew wider as well.

You two made it to the coffee shop with the occasional brief chit-chat, ordered a couple drinks, and then made your way to a table to wait for your order. Lots of people turned their heads to look at Jan, at those curves she was sporting. The baristas could swear they'd seen her before... that face was familiar, did her body always look like that? Did she get some sort of surgery or do something new with her diet? Wasn't that one guy with some other girl usually?

Jan leaned forward on the table a bit, resting her chin in her hands. You weren't sure who was deciding the movements anymore, the two were moving pretty fluidly if Jane was still controlling the sleeves. "I, uh, don't want it to sound weird," Jan said sheepishly, "but I've had this very fantasy. You and me, here, now... if it wasn't for Jane, it would have stayed that way. She's... well, frankly, she's making some of my dreams come true. I'm not sure what I did to deserve it."

You spoke low, leaning in as well, mostly because it was easier to talk in a low voice that way. "I think she at the very least appreciates your willingness to do something so unusual that this is her way of repaying you. And I... think it's really kind of her. Because this is nice."

"I'm happy to let you and Jan spend a little time together on a date if I get to have my fun," Jan said, though she wasn't sure exactly what the words meant in that moment. At least, she didn't know, until her face turned red again. You didn't know why, until you felt a sensation in your crotch. Something was pushing against you...

You leaned back a little, glancing down. Jane still inhabited Jan's socks, and she decided apparently to slip off a shoe and plant a foot right in your lap! Her toes wriggled against your legs and pushed against your rapidly growing erection through your pants, teasing and tickling with a sort of unexpected finesse. You figured that since Jane wasn't limited to things like keeping her eyes at where Jan's was, she could see under the table and pilot that foot against you to stroke at your pants with her toes... "Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Nnh." Jan looked left and right as subtly as possible, hoping nobody was looking. Fortunately, the angle at which you two were seated meant nobody currently had a direct shot to see under the table, but there were still plenty of open seats plenty of other people in line who might eventually come over to one of those chairs and see your bulge being massaged by a dainty foot.

Jan's face suddenly burned red. "I, uh... I could go further with her body, even..." she said, likely relaying those words. She was so flustered, and you were so stunned by those words that you didn't even register at first when two cups of coffee were set in front of you. The barista tried to say something to get your attention, but he eventually wandered off, thinking it was some awkward relationship conversation that he wanted no part in.

You leaned in closer again, and whispered rather harshly. "Jane, what are you trying to do? Get us in trouble in public? Whatever you're planning, if anyone sees anything..."

"Don't worry about it," Jan said, though her expression and tone clearly indicated she didn't exactly believe those words.