to reveal herself

“I have something dire to tell you,” she says grimly, fingers steepled in a way that practically sets her cleavage in a bullseye for you to ogle.
“Yes…?”
She leans across the desk, making a chasm of cleavage. “Boo,” she says plainly.
“Um… Miss…” you start, but her body warps suddenly. Her eyes give Rasa away as she grins wide, a few fangs popping into view on Devonshire’s mouth. You gape, but smile anyway while a pair of slim antennae appear from her dark hair.

“How did you…?” you babble, and she giggles delightfully.
“Shapeshifter, silly,” she chimes. “I can go pretty much anywhere.”
“I get that,” you say, rubbing your eyes in confusion and disbelief. “But you kept it on for a long time.”
“I can hold a shape for longer if I can see it. Even longer if it’s nearby, for some reason. Just in case somebody ever tells you to fuck yourself and you think about taking it seriously,” she says with a wink.

You sigh. “You said I had to go to work to pay the bills…”
Rasa nodded. “Nothing about me coming along,” she says, switching her voice back to mimic Miss Devonshire’s. “Or about me fulfilling your dream of nailing your boss on her own desk,” she says, adding a husky lust to Devonshire’s voice as she takes your tie and pulls you close to her.

God, did you ever make the right choice at that store…