Izabella
I had Bill meet me at the club. It was easier that way. I didn’t want to end up at his apartment first. I had other plans before we returned to his place.
I found a table in the corner and ordered an old fashioned, with a couple of cocktail straws. When it arrived at the table, Bill showed up at the door. I caught his attention and waved him over. The server showed up at our table again, and Bill ordered a local beer.
“You’re wearing gloves?”
“Easier to handle the condensation,” I said as I tapped my glass. The gloves were synthetic leather treated with another layer of waterproofing. They came halfway up my arms and didn’t look out of place with the sleeveless gown I was wearing.
“Makes complete sense. The only time I saw you wear gloves was in the vault.”
“I take risks. That’s who I am.”
“Is this a risk?” He leaned closer, “Am I a risk?” I felt his breath caress my cheek and heated my skin. It would give me a mild blush until it healed.
“Perhaps. But, as the old saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.”
“Well, I’m intrigued,” Bill said.
We sat for a while, listening to the band playing. We ordered another round and watched the next band take the stage. The trumpet player had a couple of solos, and I noticed Bill eyeing him more than anyone else in the band.
“You like the trumpet player?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, but, just because I fancy someone doesn’t mean anything. I fancy a lot of folks. I’m more interested in who they are, not just what they look like.”
“Very good answer, Professor. Maybe for that, you deserve a treat.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
I waited for the band to have a break. I went up to the trumpet player and talked him up. He instantly liked me and flirted. When I offered a hug, he took it, and I kissed his cheek. It was all I needed. When I walked back toward Bill, I took a compact out of my purse and wiped my lips with the pad that was in it. I placed it back into the compact. It would take about thirty minutes to process, which was just enough time to get back to Bill’s place.
“What was that?”
“My magic trick. If you want to see it, you might want to pay the tab and meet me outside for the car back to your place.”
He blinked a couple of times and quickly finished his beer as I was walking toward the door. When he met me outside, I was standing in my coat and gloves, waiting for our ride. He didn’t ask anything when we got into the car. He even watched, entranced as I put on lip barrier. When we arrived at his apartment, he unlocked the door, and I pounced.
I climbed him like he was an obstacle course. His hands were on my ass, and his lips were on my mouth as we did slow circles just inside his front door. We landed on the couch with me astride him, and I frantically worked at his pants while he pushed my long skirt up. I had taken my usual precautions, so when he pushed into me, I wasn’t concerned.
It was a fast interaction which left both of us panting for the other.
“I’ve wanted to do that all week,” he said.
“Me too,” I replied as I kissed him then slid off his lap.
He looked bewildered for a moment. I was amused because he had no idea what was coming next. I kissed his cheek and then his lips. “Go to the bedroom. Let me freshen up, and I’ll be right there.”
Bill nodded as he stood up and put himself back in his pants and walked back to his bedroom.
I went to the bathroom and stripped out of the gown, gloves, and tossed the female condom. I pulled the compact out of my purse and lifted off the pad that covered the thumb interface. I put my thumb on the reader, and once it verified it was me via my chemical signature, it injected me with DNA particles enhanced with magic. I felt them race around my system. My molecules shifted to hold the new shape based on the DNA structure. I could have done it myself, but the magic associated with the molecules kept the shape stable for a much longer period of time.
It worked whether targets were purely human or not. If they were shifters, I had access to the other shape if I thought about it long enough. The problem was, I generally didn’t have long enough to shape myself into an alternate form. It was much easier to play the bipedal humanoid part than fae, wolf, or whatever else I came across in the DNA.
When I opened my eyes again, I was looking at bright baby blues, soft brownish-blond hair, and a chiseled face and abdomen. The other bits weren’t all that bad either. I pulled a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my waist.
I walked to the door of the bedroom and leaned against it. My well-toned muscles flexed as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Hey, Professor.” My voice sounded like a low tenor, with a mild accent. I was pleased with the result.
“Holy shit, Izabella?” He was already nude, in bed, covered by a comforter.
“Somewhat. Do you like it?”
“Um, is that a trick question?”
“No, because while I look like Tom Christopher, the trumpet player, I’m me. At least on the inside. If you like it. I want you to tell me you like it.” I came to the end of the bed. I put a knee down and crawled toward him. The towel didn’t stay wrapped around me with each crawl I took toward Bill.
“Uh, wow. Yeah, then, I like it. You. Shit,” Bill said. I could tell his breathing had ticked up by the time I reached him and pressed my Tom-fashioned lips to his face.
“Oh, fuck, wow,” he murmured.
“We have about an hour, so don’t waste it.”
Condoms and lube appeared from a bedside table. I stopped Bill and checked the lube. “No, can’t use this. Needs to be silicon-based.” I tossed the water-based lube across the room. “Do you have coconut oil?” It was the next best thing I could think of at the moment.
“Crap didn’t think of that. Yes. I think so.”
His breath washed over my face, while his excitement was ramrod straight between my legs. My body shadowed Bill’s in that capacity and his hand played with me while I was trying to think. It was extremely distracting.
That got a broad smile from Bill. “You’re responsive. That’s a delightful surprise.”
“I told you things worked mechanically.” I softly gasped as he squeezed his hand around me. He left off playing and went to get the oil. He came back and resumed his position on the bed.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.” He kissed me again after he applied a condom and a generous amount of oil then positioned himself.
I have to admit; I was just as curious as he was about how well the magic would hold up. I hadn’t ever gone this far with a magic duplicate. I felt pressure as he nudged his way in. After a few more thrusts, my body relaxed. My Professor sank all the way in. We kissed as I wrapped my tan legs dusted with golden hair around his waist. It was slower than the interaction on Bill's couch, but not by much.
His hand never let up on me as his fist and body kept the same pace. I slowly lost my mind in the process. It turned out that the shift left some nerve endings exceptionally well placed to achieve a climax akin to what was quickly becoming the Professor’s usual level of care and attention. When he finally made ends meet, he laid on my chest and tried to bring his racing heart back to its normal rhythm or at least have it match mine as we breathed together.
He looked up at my face. “You all right?” Bill asked.
“Are you?”
“Very,” he replied.
“Wanna go again?”
“Uh,” he said. His slightly concerned look amused me.
“How are you with receiving?” I asked.
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he pushed up on his elbows slightly. A grin settled on his face.
“Where did the coconut oil go?” He said.
I laughed and rolled him over to his back as we continued to kiss.
When I felt the magic start to fade, I took myself to the bathroom to clean up and regain my original form. I came back to a sated Bill and settled back into bed with him as I curled into his warmth.
“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever had that happen. I was with a demon once that had sex organs unknown to humankind. That was pretty high on the general scale of freaky, but I think this is right up there with that. It certainly involved fewer teeth.”
He was babbling, but for a second I thought he was joking until I realized he wasn’t. “That actually happened?”
Bill shrugged, and I laughed. “Wow. You are way more exciting than you let on, Professor.” My voice was back to its soft, smokey, alto tones. I kissed his cheek, then his lips and snuggled into him. He kissed my nose lightly. It tingled but didn’t seem like it was burning.
“I nabbed some of your lipstick while you were in the bathroom.”
I realized I hadn’t noticed the lipstick on his lips until he mentioned it. “Very clever.”
“How long do moisture burns it take to heal?”
“A few days, or a week, if it's not too bad.”
“Well, I don’t mind wearing,” He picked up the lipstick from the nightstand and read the color on the bottom. “Red Redemption, if it means you don’t have to recover physically between our dates.”
I laughed softly. “I take you up on that.”
“Good.” He applied a little more and shifted toward me.
The early morning thunderstorm that rolled through guaranteed I wasn’t going anywhere soon.
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