What can Penny do?

Penny stumbled through the kitchen door, gasping for air. Her face red and sweaty, she rummaged through the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. As she took a long drag, Matt walked in behind her.

"If you drink that too fast, you're gonna throw up," he muttered angrily. She stopped and gave him a wink. "Don't worry. I can clean it up."

Matt threw his arms up and started to walk past her. Abruptly she stepped in his way, leaving a large round sweat mark where her right tit had collided with his shirt.

"Hey, let's talk this out. I'm just being chill because that seemed like what you wanted. Do you want me to act more like my old self? I don't mind."

"I know you don't!" he snapped. "That's the problem! The cat's out of the bag. Now no matter how normal you act, I'll know it's all just a show."

Her brow straightened out and her face took on a neutral expression. "You're being reductive and you know it. Remember, I can be anybody. I can give you a sexy lapdance, one I never could have gotten through without dying of self-consciousness. Or I can-"

"That's your fucking pitch?" Matt heard the shrill edge to his voice and hated it. "Roleplay?"

To his shock, she grabbed him by the shoulders and glared in his eyes. Was that... anger?

"Stop interrupting me!" she spat, and Matt had a brief flash of actual fear. "I told you, I can act like whoever I. Fucking. Want!" She punctuated the last three words with jabs to his chest with her index finger. A tense moment passed.

The edges of her mouth twitched and before Matt could say anything, she was doubled over with laughter.

"Oh, oh my GOD, your face!" Penny was wracked with coughing laughs, struggling to get air. "Shit!" she squeaked hoarsely. "I need some water!"

He brought her a cup and held out with a scowl and she gratefully sipped it before continuing. "I'm sorry but dude, you were, like, scared-scared. Oh, no, did you- it's ok if you did, but honey, did you shit your pants?"

"No!" He shouted, and was met with even more laughter.