“Oh, hey Rick! Which one do you think looks better, the green or the leopard print?”
It wasn’t as if my opinion mattered, she looked dynamite in either one. “Becky, I don’t think we should do this…”
She shrugged. “You’re right, you can just shift into both and I’ll see what looks best.”
“No, that’s the thing.” It was hard being so honest with her. “I don’t think I should shapeshift into you anymore. I think you have a problem.”
“A problem?” She walked forward, giving me a seductive look. “How can it be a problem, it was your idea in the first place.”
“Well it was a fun experiment when I first got my powers,” I conceded that much, “But asking me to shapeshift into you every single time we have sex, it seems a bit… extreme.”
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Becky continued. “You think I’m sexy. I think I’m sexy. If we both want this, then why stop?”
I couldn’t argue with her logic. She was spiraling though, I could tell. Her narcissism was growing everyday, and I was enabling her. Who could have thought that becoming a shapeshifter would be such a burden.