food first, love later

"Hey, uh... let's focus here." You were more than a little curious how exactly you'd be able to handle Felicia in bed like this, but you were getting ahead of yourself. You were still struggling with the tiniest jiggles that set your breasts in motion, anything more would be overload for you right now! "This is new for me, and I really need your help to just, y'know, get things sorted out."

Archer took her hand away, and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, uh, yeah. I know what you mean! Look, I'll stick around as long as you need tonight, the group project can wait. But we're still going out to eat, that is my one last requirement."

You nodded, and kept slipping out of your clothes, as Felicia watched, silently admiring your curvy shape. You kept glancing over at her to gauge her reaction, but it was just different levels of grinning each time--she seemed to be enjoying what you were showing her. "It's still a little weird, being watched like this." You grabbed the cotton panties, and started to slip them up your legs, before you began to tinker with the bra next, clasping it on. "By the way, this is a little tight, is that normal?"

Felicia hums loudly as she examines the garment for a moment, before she loosens the shoulder straps a bit. "How's that feel? You don't want it too loose, but when the straps are digging that much into your shoulders it's not going to be very comfortable."

You nodded, rolling your shoulders a little before cupping your chest through the bra. "Yeah... yeah, that feels good. Okay, what else do you think would help? I'm a blank slate here, you're helping craft the new Jane."

"And craft I shall! Keep getting dressed, I'll get a couple things. Some hair clips and a little bit of makeup will really complete things." As Archer dug into her handbag, you nodded and continued to dress in your better fitting clothes. Once your hoodie was in place, Archer tugged you over to your bathroom, to get you in front of a mirror while she pondered a few things.

"Okay, so, hair is versatile, hair is tricky. You can't just do that thing you do where you wake up and shake your head out and that's your look for the day when your hair's like this, unless you want to look like the girl from The Ring. Instead..." Archer's hands came back up to your head, pulling your hair back a little as she played with a couple quick parts in your hair to see what fit best. "Here, like this. We'll clip this side..." Felicia said as she stuck a hairclip in above your right ear, "and then just let the other side hang free, that'll work for now. It'll look better if we brush it out, but since it just poofed into existence a moment ago it's not terribly messy or anything."

Felicia spun you toward her next, as she pulled a few things out of her bag, with brushes and applicators, and she started padding and drawing on your face. "You've already got a very pretty, extremely kissable face, so I'm just going to do the bare minimum here. It'll make all the difference though, I promise." She turned you back toward the mirror after what felt like an excessive amount of 'bare minimum', but the results were stunning, you had to admit. You looked outstanding, and you felt another burst of warmth rise up in between your legs. Even you were getting turned on by you now..!

And then a realization hit you. "This is all going to stay on my face when I change back, huh? How do I take it off?"

Felicia snickers, her cheshire grin hovering next to your ear. "I think I'll hold that information hostage until I'm satisfied that I've gotten to know the new you, and then we can talk about what to do. I mean, to be fair, guys can wear makeup too, but I get that the eyeshadow is probably not your preferred look." You weren't too concerned by this little tease of hers. By the time you'd change back, Felicia would probably forget that she'd offered to help with makeup removal, and you'd watch a video online about it. Still, that was something that you would have to take into consideration when out in public, along with wardrobe concerns. Being one way or another in order to satisfy the requirements to boost your baseball abilities was going to take some planning.

Archer wasted no time in tugging you out the door of your apartment, holding your hand like she was going to parade you around town and didn't want you to run off. You walked slightly behind her, finding yourself a bit shy when other people were looking your way. Everyone looked. It felt like everyone was staring directly at you at every moment. Did they know? Could they somehow tell that you were actually a magically-transformed guy because you were walking kind of funny? Maybe it was that hairstyle Archer gave you, she set you up, now everyone knows your secret!

Felicia, for her part, snort laughed when she realized you were dragging your feet a bit when wandering about. "You'll get used to it," she said, "though you don't have to like it. Actually, you're in a pretty good position since if you don't want the stares, you've got a way to toggle that right off. I'm getting more and more jealous, actually..." Oh, right. The stares were definitely at your ass, or at your chest, and now that you thought about it, you knew exactly what was on everyone else's minds. Felicia stops in front of her favorite burger joint, and then again tugs you inside without much warning.

"Welcome to Burgie's, how can I help you today?" The slack-jawed guy behind the counter asked, and didn't even bother to look at your or Archer's faces as you ordered. His eyes were considerably lower, and you were feeling a little more **** than normal still, so you hugged in a little tighter to Archer. Felicia, for her part, was loving this, she got to play protector for her shy little Jane, which was precisely up her alley, and she put an arm on your shoulder to hold you a little closer to her.

"Yeah, we'll have two double-burgies, an order of tatie tots, a dozen chicky nuggies, and... what do you think, Jane, a couple of choco shakies?"

You nodded meekly, and your voice croaked as you barely spoke above a whisper. "Yeah, a choco shakie." God, why did Archer have to choose the burger place with the insufferable baby-like menu items? This was all part of her diabolical scheme.

This wasn't you. Well, you already knew that, but like, it really, really wasn't you. Why are you so self-conscious all of a sudden? Why did it even matter that this guy was staring at your body? It wasn't even your real one, technically! But it felt like it amplified every little different thing about you again, making you once more hyper aware of your new shapes and sizes and features. You blinked when you realized you were sitting down, Felicia apparently had dragged you to a booth and set you in the seat while your brain was processing stuff.

"I'm sure it's weird now, but wait until we get you into a low-cut top, which we absolutely will as soon as is possible." Archer was clearly enjoying not just the present, but planning for the future. Maybe picking the troublemaker in this case was not the best idea, even if she was the most likely candidate to help you out in this situation. "So... question time. Magic coins are being handed out apparently, so why you? And it does something else you said, what was it, a talent or skill?"

You looked around, to make sure nobody was eavesdropping on you like you were about to reveal some classified intel, before you turned back toward Archer and leaned forward. "I don't know why I was picked. I mean, school's been rough, like I thought about dropping out earlier, and then I get this card from Emilia King. She brings me in, she's got a box full of these coins. And I guess I kind of piss her off since I didn't believe her right away, I didn't even get to find out about the body transformation stuff before I decided to get better at baseball."

Felicia snort-laughs. "You chose baseball for your talent? Out of everything in the world? John--I mean, Jane, sorry--baseball? You could've made your talent, I dunno, making money! Finding buried treasure! Do you think coin-flipping could be a talent and then you'd make people bet on the outcome and have perfect control over the girl-guy stuff? I think I'd choose karate or something, that would be a cool talent."

"I didn't even think it was real! And look, there's another catch, and that's if I don't flip the coin often enough then the talent goes away, like completely. I could afford to not be good at baseball, but if I couldn't flip the coin and making money was my talent, and then I had zero talent at making money, I'd probably be hopeless!"

Archer frowns. "Well, you should've told me that part earlier. That could be a serious thing. Look, this is why I always say you shouldn't trust a sorceress."

"You have literally never said that, and sorceresses aren't real."

Another snort-laugh. "Oh yeah, sure, Miss I-have-a-magic-coin, let's not believe in sorceresses. Emilia's something though, if she's just got all this magic stuff to give out for free. Or... was it free?"

"I owe her some favor in the future."

"See? Don't trust a sorceress..!"

Eventually your food arrives, and the subject turns away from the magic coins for a bit. Schoolwork, some upcoming parties, wardrobe recommendations, baseball tryouts, lots of things. Archer, being cool under pressure, had no problems adjusting to this new you, which put you at ease, so much so that you forgot that you were in a new body, getting new mustard stains on the chest of your sweatshirt since it stuck out so much further than before. Although, you realized pretty quickly that your stomach wasn't exactly as big as it had been in your normal body, this haul of food was a struggle to work through.

Archer leaned forward, looking into your eyes, and smiling at you. The woman of a thousand smiles had one for every occasion, and this one was her 'admiration' smile. "There's still a lot of time to kill tonight, the mall closes at ten. And you've just ruined the one good sweatshirt you had. I think we need to up your wardrobe game, Jane."

One thing was certain: your plans to keep this body-transformation stuff to a minimum were already withering away. You were thinking maybe you could do an hour or three in the morning each day just to keep up some modest talent levels, but it was clear that Felicia was already expecting her 'new' friend to be around a bit more often than that...