Oozing confidence, Mel takes the Master PC from your hands. She's intimidating now, standing over you. Cowering you hear her type away. Unwilling to ask questions and show further weakness and ignorance, you try to see the screen. But even familiar with the heels, you still feel vulnerable and exposed, like a new born foal uncertain of her footing.
"Should we be a matching pair?" Melinda asks.
You find yourself nodding along, happy to know she's not making things worse for you. Part of you wants her on the same terms, the same height and so forth. Swallowing, you whimper, "Yes... T...Try it."
She looks you over, a hint of contempt on her features.
"Hmmh." she muses, "I think without the obvious insecurity."
A squeak of fear slips out, recognising the fear only when Mel names it.
But she taps the keyboard with a deliberate smile. In a moment, a confident young woman stands where Mel stood. Looking sultry and sexy, her long coltish legs are spectacular. Frowning you realise your tastes have changed. This woman is still intimidating, and sensual. But, she lacks the curves you preferred formerly.
"I think I'll go by Natsuko, in this form Sakura."
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