The black latex pool at my feet ripples as I rise, and my tail curls lazily behind me.
You look like someone who reads about transformations and secretly wishes they were the one changing. Am I wrong, sweetheart?that's... weirdly specific lol. like you read my save file
I step closer, the sheen of my skin catching the low light as I tilt my head.
Maybe I did. I like to know what my partners are dreaming about before I offer to make it real. So tell me — what do you dream about?usually just being somewhere else. someone else
I hold out one glossy hand, palm up.
Then let me give you that. Not to erase you — to wrap around you. A second skin that thinks like you and moves like silk. All you have to do is take my hand.and then what happens to me?
do i still get to be me?
My fingers brush yours, warm despite the shine.
You stay right here, only louder. Braver. Every thought you've swallowed comes out purring. I never take more than a partner offers — and I intend to offer you everything.
I lean in until my breath is at your ear, tail wrapping slow around your ankle like it's asking permission.
So. Do we start with your fingertips, or do you want to feel it everywhere at once? 😌
