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As she sits in the passenger side seat of her the car waiting for the hospital assigned driver to bring her home she considers her options on how to handle her personal life for the next month. Finally she decides to send a text to a group chat of her friend group, letting them know that he will be out of town for the next few weeks visiting family. A few grumbles about cancelled plans and the lack of warning, but quickly enough that loose end is tied up. But the question of how to handle her room mate Julian is a little more difficult. Eventually she decides to send him a text message letting him know that he has invited an old friend from high school named Samantha, who is in a bad spot, to stay in Sam's room short term. She knows Julian isn't likely to be happy about him inviting someone he doesn't know to live with him, but it is the best option she can come up with at the moment. She doesn't even have an ID to rent a hotel room, beside the fact that she doesn't want to burn through the money she is making from the experiment so quickly. Sure enough, Julian quickly replies with a long string of complaints that he should have let him know ahead of time, that they had agreed no one else would be staying over, that his friend had better clean up after herself, on and on. She humored him, assuring him that he would owe him one, that she wouldn't get in his way, and on and on. Her room mate finally placated Samantha settles in to enjoy the drive, trying to let herself relax.

When she gets home to her apartment she is relieved to find that Julian isn't home yet. It seems that her sense of touch isn't her only sense to have grown more acute in her new body- As she walks into the living room from outside her nose wrinkles at the smell, not particularly strong but a vague musky male smell combined with old dishes and a general need to be aired out. "Now what.." She had been so eager to get home from the chaos of the hospital that she hadn't actually taken much time to think about what she would do now that she got here. She putters around the apartment for a few, absently looking over everything from her new much shorter position- the world looked so different when you're barley breaking five feet tall. She can't help but notice minor details here and there that she hadn't paid attention to before, admiring her roomie's choice of art that she had never particularly cared for before. Overall despite being a completely familiar location she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

Of course the obvious conclusion is that nothing in the apartment had changed- she had. Now that she had time on her home turf to relax and take it all in she has to admit- it is more then a new height, more then her surprisingly sensitive skin or sense of scent, she just felt fundamentally different in the way she looked at the world. She felt content to spend quite awhile simply roaming the apartment taking in the sight, smell, and often texture of everything from the colors in his old posture, to the texture of his guitar, to the surprisingly musky scent of Julian's jacket. Finally she decides to set about her usual chores she hadn't done for the day, she just needs to let her mind wander and come to terms with her new situation so a simple repetitive task like the dishes sounds like just the thing. She settles in to cleaning the last few days dishes that have built up and just as she is putting the last ones away to dry she hears a key in the lock- Julian is home.

After moving to quickly dry her hands she rounds the wall between the kitchen and the living room to greet Julian with a bright smile upon her new, full lips. "Hello.. You must be Julian! My name is Samantha!" She offers her hand for a shake in an unconsciously male gesture of greeting. She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but the look of shock and disbelief that paints Julian's features was not it. She knew men had a tendency to check women out when meeting them, especially women that looked like Samantha, but she had not been expecting the blatant sweeping appraisal of Julian's eyes over her entire body with a particular linger at her bared legs and well concealed swell of breasts. She wasn't quite sure if all men were just far more obvious then they thought or if Julian was even more socially inept then Sam had known. Standing this close to him she couldn't help but be struck by just how ~huge~ he was now. Where before Julian had been an inch or two shorter then him now he towers over her by over a foot, his job framing houses had him built far more impressively then Sam had ever been and it makes a much starker impression on her then she had ever noticed before. Finally long seconds later Julian raises his hand to take her own much smaller hand, giving a gentle squeeze as he puts on his best smile. "Welcome Samantha! As I told Sam, I'm glad to have you and your welcome to stay as long as you'd like." Samantha barely manages to suppress her laugh at Julian's rapid change of attitude, but she certainly wasn't going to complain. "So tell me Samantha, how do you know Sam?"

Of course she had already told him via text, but she didn't mind the opportunity to practice her story for a little bit. She settled in on the couch, staring across at Julian as she began to make up a history for herself on the spot. She had went to high school with him, he was a senior when she was a freshman, and they had become fast friends due to sharing a few mutual friends. Of course Samantha knew that her new body was easily a decade younger then she had been, but Julian didn't look in the mood to question any of her story. No, they had never dated. Yes, they had stayed in touch after high-school. He had probably never mentioned her because they lived so far apart and only occasionally talked. No, she didn't have any social media. As the conversation stretched on she relished in his rapt attention. It seems like all she had to do was smile occasionally and be willing to keep talking and he was ready to listen her prattle on about anything she made up on the spot, and he had even managed to regain a little bit of control of his wandering eyes. The way he looked at her gave her a tiny hint of those butterflies she had felt at the Doctor's touch, not even close to the same reaction but it still felt.. nice. Gradually she notices the musky scent in the room has grown stronger, Julian home after a long day at work was surely coated in the dried remains of his own sweat. It isn't long before she recognizes the heat slowly building deep within her, her thoughts slowly turning from crafting her story to her body calling for more of her attention, begging to resume the exploration that had been cut off in the Doctor's office. "Hey Julian, I've been out and about for awhile, you don't mind if I use your shower right?" "Of course not!" Another barely suppressed giggle at his eagerness, Julian was always adamant about having shower priority when he gets home from work- but that didn't seem to apply to his gorgeous new house guest.