A very interesting conversation ensues.

Jenn was led into the small, messy studio apartment by Meg. A thin woman in her early forties was sitting on the bed. She wore a loose-fitting blouse and a thin skirt, with long raven hair framing her angular face.

"Sit down," she said, and gestured to the bed. Meg bowed politely and left as Jenn sat next to her client. She liked this part best - the transition, where she tried to guess what she was turning into. Her arms were lengthening and her hair was shortening, and she was already losing track of her name. It started with a J, she thought.

"Diane?" the woman asked curiously. It sounded right. Diane looked down at her arms and saw several black bracelets. Had those been there before?

"Yeah?" she replied. "Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter for now. You can call me Karlova. I want to have a conversation with you." The older woman put a hand on her thigh and Diane stared at it for a second. She was an... object? No, that didn't seem right. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have drifted off..." she said. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Karlova smiled. She looked so familiar! Diane couldn't quite place her, but Karlova seemed to know her. "I'm here to have a conversation with you, Diane. I want to talk to you a little bit."

"Cool," Diane replied. She thought about telling this woman to leave but for some reason she didn't. "What do you want to talk about?"

"What are you studying right now?" the woman asked.

"Biochem but I'm thinking of switching over to poly sci," Diane told her. Karlova moved her hand up Diane's leg and Diane didn't stop her. "I know I'm already a junior, but with everything the way it is in the world... I want to do something about it. Be an activist or a community organizer."

"That's a really good idea," the older woman said breathily. She was now rubbing her hand in small circles across Diane's lower back just the way she liked.

"My parents disagree," she said ruefully. "They think it's a phase. They want me to go into research like I always wanted. Maybe they're right, you know? I've been interested in cell genomics since high school and I only got into this political stuff when I started dating Alex."

"Tell me more about Alex," Karlova said. Her voice broke slightly on the name and Diane realized with some surprise that she was near tears.

"Ok, um. Alex and I started dating a few months ago and, well, it's been incredible. I've never been with a girl before but she's great! I can really be comfortable around her, and I like fooling around with her more than I thought I would. My parents would hate that too, of course."

"Oh, fuck what your parents want!" the woman replied angrily. Her hand continued to move north. Diane didn't want to cheat on Alex, but this seemed ok for some reason. Was she dreaming? "Your parents made their own choices. You should live for yourself, not for them!"

"I suppose," Diane said with a soft sigh. The woman's fingers were now lightly caressing her pussy through her jeans and her other hand was rubbing her shoulders vigorously. Diane couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed. "But why do you care so much?"

"That doesn't matter," Karlova told her and she nodded. It didn't. "How did you meet Alex?"

"It's a funny story. she was at a protest at the student union and I was just walking to class. She was waving a huge sign around and marching. Someone screamed that the police were coming and she whirled around and whacked me right in the face with that giant sign. I remember it just said OUT OF IRAQ NOW."

A line of sweat had broken out on Diane's forehead. The memory of meeting her girlfriend and the low thrum of pleasure combined to produce a trance-like state. She barely registered the woman unbuttoning her jeans.

"She felt horrible. She kneeled next to me on the grass and asked if I was ok. It didn't hurt that bad but I guess I had a nasty bruise because she looked so upset and guilty. I remember that everybody else was running from the cops, but she stayed with me. She didn't care about the cops. The funny thing is that there never were any police in the first place! But she didn't know that, and she just helped me up and offered to buy me dinner to make up for it and things just got better from there."

Karlova was watching her intensely, almost like she was drinking in Diane's memories. She felt her jeans slide down and imagined Alex's thin, nimble fingers circling her clit. The woman laid her gently back onto the bed and she stretched out luxuriously.

"Take off your top," Karlova said and Diane did. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. Her petite, perky breasts flattened against her chest, gently rising and falling under her jutting nipples. She felt a breeze between her legs and closed her eyes. Karlova was whispering soothingly to her.

"That's it, Diane... that's it, that's right... you're beautiful, you know? You're so beautiful, and so special. Alex loves you and you love her and you should be together. You should follow your passion and do what you want. What do you want to do?"

Diane groaned and idly traced circles around her left nipple. She put her hand on the woman's cheek and felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu. "I wanna help people," she panted. "I want to make people's lives better."

The woman was pumping her fingers in and out of Diane now and it felt unreal. "I wanna be with Alex. I want to save the world with her!" She put a hand over the hand between her legs and was surprised to feel a small mole on the edge of the woman's pinky. Diane's eyes shot open and she let out a cry of unyielding pleasure as her muscles suddenly tensed and she came.