//------------------------------// // Urges: 4 // Story: Just one Lonely little Changeling: Not Alone // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . “Okay..” she puts forth; “that was kind of fun!” she concedes. “So much more fun, together with someone, too!” I put forth. “Yes..” she agrees, nodding; “I guess it is!” she concludes; “Though, Urano was kind of cute; if only I could give her these Elf Ears, or something!” she then suggests. “The Receptionist?” I inquire; “Yes, I guess she is!” I agree. Poor Urano, if only she knew. Of course, she don’t. How could she? Not really my problem. Why would it be? It isn’t even as if I were doing anything to her, or through inaction permitted harm coming to her in the first place I had returned to my little game of pretending I was talking to someone on the Mobile Phone. You never know. “You know, she was rather cute..” she puts forth; and now she makes me want to see her with these Elf Ears!” she declares. “When you put it like that, I think I want to see her like that too; maybe you could help me, seeing it?” I inquire. I had just closed the door to my room. “Is now a good time?” she inquires. “As good as any!” I respond. With that, my face melts into the appearance of Uranos. I manage to pick up my Phonie and snaps off a few shots of my face. “Now, the elf Ears!!” I urge. Once she had given Urano the Elf Ears, I snap a few more shots.. “Could you give her the appearance of a Pony?” I inquire. “Yes!” she responds, and I snap a new picture of my new face. “It is amazing, what you can do for my appearance!” I exclaim. In the end, I end up with a small library of different faces for Urano. What would she think, if she knew? Then again, I will not let her see any of these images; or tell anyone who could forward the information to her. “I think you got excited, about just how much fun I could provide you with!” she suggests. “Could you blame me?” I inquire; My excitement is the basis of your existence, isn’t it?” I continue. “Maybe something placed me on your bed, for a reason!” she concedes; “Considering; just how much better, I am doing here!” she points out. “I could not send you back, to where you came from; even if I had wanted to..” I supply; “I love having you here; and you know how that makes you feel, in return!” I respond. “I can’t show her, how I was living..” she ponders; “but I can give her all the reasons she needs; for her to keep me right here, with her!” she considers. “I know, you can only wear one suit at the time..” I put forth; but how would you feel about having another suit or two?” she inquires. “What do you mean?” I inquire. “Let’s just say, I wanted to offer you a gift..” she suggests; “a very special gift!” she explains. “You mean..” I respond; “like the suit I am wearing, right now?” I inquire, with raising excitement. “Would that be so bad?” she inquires. “Before..” I point out; “I collected suits..” I continue; “but that was before I found you..” I explain; “and these suits were just lifeless replicas of what you look like!” I elaborate. “Like the one, I were using as reference to become what I am now?” she inquires. “It is just a skin, I can cover myself with!” I put forth. “Yes..” she concedes; “I guess it is!” she continues; “Just that it offered me the chance, to really come close to you..” she points out; “in a way none ever could before, and I would not have been a match for you, in the first place!” she elaborates. “In retrospect..” I say; “I guess I could see them, as the basic sketch of the final product!” I concede. “I guess that makes sense!” she responds. I could never have had her, if not for all these Latex Suits I have in my room. While I had been fine with them, but they can’t compare to what I have now. “I want to perform a test!” she offers; “I will need a few minutes to myself!” she explains. “If you need a few minutes, to yourself!” I respond; “It isn’t as if I could deny you that much!” I agree. “I will be back, shortly!” she promises; “I just need you to walk to the middle of the room, stand there quietly for a moment!” she explains. “Okay!” I respond, as I am walking to the middle of the room. I take a pose, like a mannequin. Now I just stand still, waiting for what she asked of me. With one hand up, before my face. I stand still, feeling her flow down as if she had been a liquid. Once the skin of my hand is bare, I can see what my hand is looking like. I gasp. While my hand is no longer covered with her, the skin is bare; my body is no longer under her influence, but the blessed adjustments she had made still remain firmly in place. I follow her with my gaze, as she is flowing in under my bed. What she intends to do, in the shadow under my bed, I have no idea. Yet, I trust her enough not to question her or her motives. “I will know, in due time..” I ponder; “I am sure; she will tell me, soon enough!” I conclude. In the shade of my bed, it is dusty; but otherwise quiet and devoid of things. What I do not see, what I can not see; is how she is chasing the dust bunnies into a corner, leaving the entire space clean. She is exposing three spheres in the corner, under my bed. Three eggs. Changeling Eggs. Once she is done, depositing the eggs under my bed; she slowly slide out from under the shade of my bed, closing in on me once more. <--- --- ---> . I am still me, she had not changed me into someone else. Aside from a few minor adjustments, easily described as Make-Up and Manicure. Okay, I guess pedicure would be an appropriate word, for the changes to my feet. Yes, they are still very much human feet I can recognize as me. Uhm, don’t worry. When I can see myself, such as I am after all the tiny little changes she subjected me to; I can see myself as I am, and I enjoy what I see. The highly sensitive touch pads are a bright cerise, clearly visible against my light complexion. Maybe the touch pads could be a distraction, preventing people from noticing the suction cups she made the palms of my hands into; as the silicone white barely is visible, over the light complexion I have. I had never cared much for tanning. I don’t go out, just to tan my skin darker. Why? What’s the Point? Though I guess I mostly grow red in the sun, anyway. I am the natural indoors girl, in the flesh. While I usually file my nails down; she left them longer, in an oval shape. I guess it is me, she is growing on me. Just as the little changes she had submitted me to. <--- --- ---> . Once she was done, with what she was doing under my bed; she is emerging from the shade, slowly sliding over the floor. After a moment, I notice her approaching me. Once she is reaching me; she slowly flow over my feet and up my legs, until she once more cover my entire body, with her delicious warmth and delicate hint of pressure. “There..” she declares; “I’m back!” she proclaims, with warmth to her voice. “Tight..” I breathe, “I just love your tight embrace!” I concede. “Oh, yes..” she responds, as I can feel her growing tighter around me; “there, I hope that is just right for you!” she offers. “Yes..” I respond; this is just right!” I conclude. “Thank you, Zhiizoo; this feels so warm..” she exclaims; “in direct contact with your skin, the aura of your never-ending love grows invigorating!” she concedes. If I can make you feel good, loved; how could I possibly deny you your sustenance, the love you require to live. <--- --- ---> . Denying her, would be paramount to giving up my own life in the process. I could not give her up now, not once I had accepted her and adjusted to her being there with and for me. Always. <--- --- ---> A Queen’s Gift