"Well, we should test it so you can keep me with you, and see how well I work as an actual object... but not something you could lose. Clothing would work"
Stephanie takes on a stern expression "no way creeper, I am not wearing you"
"I didn't mean as panties or a bra" actually you would love either of those "But like an earring, or shoes or dunno, something easy and not creepy"
Stephanie considers, and taps her foot "Do you know that restaurant in Texas, El Arroyo?" You think what the hell "um, no...why?" She laughs they do the funniest signs and I saw on Etsy someone made a pin of one." You nod "Oh yeah,like "Do dogs slow down when they see K-9 cops?" laughs Stephanie nods "Well they had one that was funny for my track and field career "I'm planning on rolling a joint but its an ankle" Laughs and recalls that Steph is an athlete, doing mid distance, relays and javelin, some pole vault. "oh you want me to turn into that pin...pretty small, but yeah, I don't see why not. I'll stay that form until you take me off your jacket or whatever...deal?" she shakes your hand, deal You visualize the sign, trying to see how it would look as a pin, closing your eyes. Steph taps your shoulder "Easy I am trying to visualize it" she taps again and you are a little miffed, turning into something sight unseen is ha..."Oh, yeah ok, or that" she smiles, having pulled up the Etsy ad so you just look at the damn thing "Ok so add this to the list of reasons why you don't date men" she laughs "No need, I stopped adding after 9000." You pause and turn "I see what you did there, so now you can just say "It's over 9000" and she smiles "That's why I like you dork, you get my Dragonball Z references...but pin now. And no, if you do a good job as this, I am not having you turn into my track shorts" You go to say something, but truth is, those track shorts look hot as hell on her, and you had not thought about it until she said it. But now you have a tough time NOT thinking about it and the way she grins makes you think she just did that to you on purpose. Shaking your head, you smile, waving bye and then suddenly shrink down, clattering slightly on the lab bench as small cloisonne pin. She smiles and picks you up, taking your back off, sticking you through the lapel of her jacket and replacing your back. Voila, you are a pin.
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