too much too fast to late
It's strange, being in a body that is his own, and yet not. He keeps bumping into furniture, not used to the bulginess of this body, and no matter how many times Pansy tells him there really isn't any other way, it still feels incredibly strange to take a piss while sitting down.
Then there's the sex, which feels very different as a girl. It's like discovering masturbation all over again, except of course he doesn't really do much of that anymore, because why masturbate when you have a boyfriend?
He has a boyfriend. Somehow, he feels that should freak him out a lot more than it does. He knows this is a bad idea, that he could change back any day and then this whole thing will be over, but he can't bring himself to stop it.
He warned Oliver not to fall in love with him, but didn't think to warn himself, and now it's too late. Every time Oliver kisses him, he loses more of himself; every time Oliver tells him he's beautiful, he's more afraid to think about the fact that this will all end some day soon.
He's starting to wish the spell was permanent.
And remember, bitch, I am expecting a reward for this.
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