A private chat.

Before we got into the meat of things, Lillian and I decided we wanted to have a private talk with each other, just to establish what we wanted to do with the Studio now that we had access to it. Scarlet was more than willing to comply, stepping out of the room and into the lounge again, leaving my girlfriend and me alone on the loveseat in the dressing room.

She was sitting down normally on the soft cushions while I was laying lengthwise along the couch, my head resting on her thighs. This was a common enough position for us, her thighs had always been very comfortable. On more than one occasion I’d actually fallen asleep like this and napped for several hours. The only things that were different this time were the incredible softness of this sofa, several degrees of magnitude more comfortable than the one we had in our apartment, and the fact that I could no longer see Lillian’s face when I looked up. Her boobs were much bigger now and obscured pretty much everything else. We were both naked as we usually were when we were just relaxing like this unless our livingroom was especially cold. It had become something of a ritual with us. We also tended to have really important discussions while nude, it was our way of acknowledging that we weren’t planning on hiding anything from each other.

“Whatcha thinking about?” she asked.

“How gorgeous you are,” I replied, without hesitation.

“Of course you’d say that, now that I’ve gotten the world’s best boob-job,” she teased.

“Yeah, true that,” I teased back, groping one of the impossibly soft melons mischievously.

She responded by reaching down and flicking my nose playfully, “Ass.”

“Yeah, your ass is pretty hot too.”

“Damn right it is,” she announced proudly, and we both laughed. “Really though, what’s going through that cute head of yours?”

“Truthfully, not a whole lot, I’m just enjoying the moment. How about you?”

She was silent a moment, likely putting her thoughts in order, “This is insane, right? Like, I’m not overreacting, am I? You’re super calm about all this but I’m practically losing my mind.”

“No, you’re right. This is totally, as my grandma would put it, ‘loco’.” I replied, reassuring her. “I’m just trying my best to take it in stride and compartmentalizing because if I don’t I feel like my brain is gonna melt.”

“True, like, think about it. This is some sort of... machine? And it can create worlds. Real, actual worlds like our own. That house we got shown didn’t feel fake, and I know it, because I was trying to find things that didn’t add up. And like, these boobs? I legitimately feel like I’ve had these boobs my whole life, I even think my back and neck muscles have changed, like they’ve been carrying these puppies since I was a teenager. It’s insane how thorough this is.”

“It’s impressive, and a little scary,” I agreed, “Makes you wonder if our own world was made by a Studio like this one. Would we even know if someone made a change?”

“Bro, I don’t even want to think about that,” Lillian replied.

“Yeah, me either, really. I think we should probably take Scarlet’s advice and just try not to think too hard about it. We have access to this thing, let’s just try and enjoy it, yeah? We’ll literally have all the time in the universe to think about the deeper parts of it later.”

“Okay, then let’s shift gears,” Lillian nodded, “let's pretend that you and I aren’t going out, and we’re both single. Okay?”

“Sure, wanna go out?” I asked, immediately.

“You are in a mood today,” Lillian replied, giggling, “I do, but let me refine the hypothetical. Pretend you and I weren’t dating and you stumbled upon this mirror by yourself.”

I smiled at her reaction, and then took her suggestion seriously, trying to put myself into that mindset, “Got it.”

“What would you do with this place?”

I thought about that for a minute. The answer was honestly something horny. I understood why she framed the question the way she did, though, if we were still dating and I found this place I would have done much different things with it. Even if I did horny things, it would at least be with a created person based on Lillian, if I couldn’t find a way to get my Lillian in here. If we weren’t dating, then I didn’t have to worry about whether or not my answer was anything faithful.

“Well, I’d probably do a lot of horny stuff, to be honest.”

“Whoa, really? No kidding?” Lillian asked. She didn’t seem disappointed by my reply but did seem to be actually surprised.

“Well, yeah, I’m a guy,” I replied.

“But like... you...” she stammered.

I really didn’t understand where the confusion was coming from, “Lill, we bang almost every day, sometimes more than once in a day. Which, by the way, isn’t exactly typical for most couples who are a whole year into their relationship. Hell, we’ve done it even more as time went on.” To be fair, that last bit was only because we had moved in together, but it was still strange.

“I mean, yeah, I know. But how often are you the one who comes to me?”

She had me there. Nine times out of ten she initiated it. Between the two of us, she was definitely the hornier one. Which I supposed meant that my reply might have seemed a little surprising.

“I just like it better when you come to me, you know?” I asked, blushing a little.

“I’m not complaining, stud. I’m just saying it surprised me. Anyway, I was also surprised because your answer is basically exactly what I was gonna say.”

“What?” I looked at the general direction of her face, given that I couldn’t actually see it, wide-eyed.

She laughed, making her boobs jiggle above me, one even brushed against my nose, “Hell yeah, dude. Well, that really simplifies things because I was planning on trying to find common ground on what we were gonna do, but it turns out we pretty much want the same thing. And now that I know we’re both bisexual, it’s even easier.”

I blinked, “Um, Lillian, I know it’s gonna sound kind of unfair but...”

“I know, I know, you wouldn’t be comfortable with me being all pervy with guys. That’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. She was basically implying she would be perfectly fine with me ‘being all pervy’ with other girls. It wasn’t fair.

“No, you said we should compromise, so let’s compromise,” I said firmly. I knew this was an ultimately weird and pointless hill to die on, but it just wasn’t sitting well with my sense of morality.

Lillian was silent for a moment, “You know what bisexual means, right? I’m just as much into gals as I am guys. I know you wouldn’t mind me perving around with other gals.”

I did know that, but the imbalance still bothered me, and it tormented me all the more because I knew I was the one making a big deal about this, from all angles.

Perhaps she sensed the silent anguish of my emotions because she gently pat my head in her way that always seemed to calm me, “How about this,” she began after a minute or two, “how would you feel about me perving around with someone like Scarlet? A femboy, in other words.”

I tried to imagine it, and it definitely changed things. This idea had the same sort of appeal as girl-on-girl. The fact that penises were involved didn’t really bother me all that much, I was realizing it was more about the presentation.

“Actually, that might be okay. I won’t know for sure until I see it happen, but still.”

“If it comes to that, and you’re still not comfortable, we’ll talk it out and work something else out. Sound good?”

“I guess... I just... I guess I don’t really like that you’re the only one limiting your options.”

“It’s perfectly fair. You’re into femboys and ladies, and I’m into femboys and ladies. We both get two.”

There was a logic to that but it kind of missed the point a little. Still, if my argument up to this point hadn’t convinced her, I knew it wouldn’t ever do so no matter how I tried to lay it out. Still, the gears were turning in the back of my mind as I began to have an idea that might make me feel much better about the situation, but that could wait for later.

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten the hard part out of the way, and we’ve both decided that what we really want is a horny paradise, we should get down to details.”

I was going to bring up the obvious point that her hypothetical had called specifically for us being single, and we weren’t. A horny paradise didn’t really have all that much of a point if we were going to be monogamous, after all. But if I was smart enough to have thought of this, then Lillian definitely was. Since she didn’t bring it up, I figured that meant she didn’t mind the idea of me going all pervy with other people, and I wasn’t concerned either now that I knew what kinds of people she’d be with.

We were both silent as we thought about our prospects. Before long I could just feel in the air that we had come up with the same idea; our brains were in total sync.

“Elves?” I asked.

“Elves,” she confirmed.

“Male elves are femboys?”

“Male elves are femboys,” I knew she was grinning.

“Harem?”

“Fucking, duh.”

We were both huge fantasy nerds, but as far as the genre went, we agreed on surprisingly little in terms of content. One of the few things we absolutely could agree on was that elves were hot as fuck. It really should have come as no surprise that our first instinct when given the ability to create a whole world would be to give ourselves a harem of the fair folk. We knew that this was all the detail we truly needed for now, everything else would fall into place around it.

Once we’d settled on our basic goals, we left the dressing room and approached Scarlet.

“Hello again, are you both ready to get started?”

We shared a look between each other, and then we both nodded in unison.