To be a good girlfriend.

"You're seriously ok with this, right? I need you to tell me the truth."

Naomi's goofy grin disappeared and her tone instantly turned serious. "I am telling you the truth. More importantly, I believe that even without the curse I would want to try this."

"Really?" Natalie asked. "Why?"

Naomi put her hands around Natalie's waist. "What if you could just temporarily change something about yourself to see how it felt?" she asked. "You could be straight or colorblind or euphoric for an hour! Wouldn't you want to experiment?"

"Maybe," Natalie admitted. "But on my own terms."

"So let's do it on my terms!" Naomi said brightly. "If that's what would make you happy. So what do you think? I'd love to try being a horny bimbo for you, or a robot again."

"No," Natalie said. She took Naomi by the hand and led her to the bedroom. They sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. "I want you to be innocent."

"Innocent?" Naomi asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"Like you've never done anything sexual before," Natalie said quietly. "Forget about sex, forget that you're even a lesbian. I want to be your first."

"My first." It wasn't a question.

"You want it, but you're a little nervous. Scared, even. You need a loving partner to walk you through it, guide you towards a sexual blossoming."

Natalie's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. Just describing the scenario had her turned on again, and watching Naomi silently change to match her description drove her wild. A moment passed and Naomi's eyes widened.

"Natalie?" she asked cautiously. "What... what's going on? What are we doing here?"

Natalie rubbed her girlfriend's upper arm soothingly. "Shhh... it's ok, Naomi. We're at home."

"Home?" Naomi glanced around, then gave a small squeak when she looked down. "Oh, shit! Nat, I'm in my underwear! I should go change!"

"No need for that," Natalie said gently. She traced a finger across Naomi's exposed collarbones. "It's just us girls here, after all. No need for modesty, right?"

"I- I suppose." There was quiver in Naomi's voice and she looked down at the lazy lines Natalie was making on her sternum. "Natalie, what are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Naomi took a second to answer. "...no. It feels good. But Natalie, you know I'm not... like that. I don't like girls the way you do. I just, um, I don't know."

Natalie took her shirt off and Naomi glanced down at her heaving, bra-clad breasts before resuming eye contact. Natalie reached around her back to unclasp her bra and Naomi protested.

"Whoa, Nat, you don't have to- I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful woman. It's just... it's a little weird to be topless in front of me."

Natalie took Naomi's hand in hers. "Then I guess I'd better cover up," she said as she placed it gently onto her right breast. Naomi shuddered involuntarily and closed her eyes.

"Ohh, Nat, that feels so good. Why does that feel so good?" Her eyes shot open again. "Why does your breast feel so good?"

"Because I have amazing tits," Natalie replied with a sultry smile. "You know it, babe. You've always known it. I've seen the way you look at them, Naomi. The way you look at my face, my legs, my ass... does my body turn you on, Naomi?"

"Jesus," Naomi muttered under her breath. "I think it does. Natalie, I think I might be attracted to you." She withdrew her hand suddenly. "But I don't wanna ruin our friendship! Natalie, what if-"

Natalie cut her off with a kiss. Naomi grunted with surprise, but she didn't pull away. Natalie put one hand on the back of her head and another between her legs. She lightly traced the outline of Naomi's frilly panties and Naomi moaned quietly, their mouths still locked together. When they broke the kiss, Naomi was slightly out of breath.

"Lie down," Natalie commanded. "I'll show you how good I can make you feel."