His new voice made Biffs frustrated growl more adorable than threatening as he stepped up to the desk and studied the sheet of paper. He was reliefed to see that the list didn't even take up the top half of the printout, but as he read the list, his heart dropping with every item.
- the face of an very lovely girl, sitting atop a long slender neck
- large expressive eyes crested by the smooth arch of a delicate brow line giving an innocent and maybe even mischievous gaze
- dark brown eyes framed by with thick eyelashes
- soft kissable lips that are naturally a pale pink and glossy
- a smile that lights up a room
- fair skin that breakes out into a cute smatttering of freckles in the summer, particularly across the nose and cheekbones
- a lush mane of thick copper hair falling to the top of the... shoulders had been crossed out and waist added in pen
Bifs shoulders slumped as he came to the end of the list. Sure the list was short, but it only covered the face, but if it was any indication of what Kevin had in store for him.... 'God, you really are turning me into your peronal fucktoy.' Biff whispered.
Kevin looked up from the small pack of index-cards he had been shuffling through while Biff was reading 'No actually. Believe it or not, turning you into a girl is not the real goal here. Making you walk a mile in someone else's shoes is. You being a girl is just the cherry on top. Since I'll spend a lot of time around you in the foreseeable future, I thought I might as well make sure you are a bit nicer to look at. But I won't force you into my bed, in fact I won't even force you to kiss me. '
'You won't?' Biffs relief was almost palapable. Kevin nodded seriously, before adding with a mischievous smile ' SUDO If you ever do get the urge to kiss me however you will find it extremely hard not to follow through.'
'As if I'd ever want to kiss a guy! Especially a creep like you!' Biff spat, but Kevin seemed unperturbed by the outburst and just started resumed goinfg through the cards 'Well you probably know the jokes about you jocks overcompensating for something. We'll just have to see if there's a kernel of truth to it won't we? But back to the question at hand: would you prefer to be a Plain-Jane? Taking your good looks away too, would make it so much easier to show you how life is for the little gys afer all.'
For a moment Biff was seriously tempted to take Kevin up on his offer, he had never considered himself vain. But his looks had always been another sign that he wasn't one of the loosers, like chubby little Jay Duncan. The idea of looking in the mirror and seeing a Jay with breasts staring back was the last straw.
He closed his eyes and sighed in resignation, before looking at Kevin again 'No, I wouldn't like that.'. The way his lashes now tickled his cheeks when he closed them didn't improve Biffs mood, either.
'Very well, the on to the next part. I'm nearly done here.' Kevin replied cheerfully and nodded towards the cards in his hands 'I did the face first you know, before I realised that writing each trait on a seperate card was much easier than copying the same stuff over and over. Much more flexible, too.' he snapped his fingers 'That reminds me, SUDO Feel free to style your hair, but don't cut it shorter than waist length without asking me first. '
Biff had seen the work Srah had to put into her merely shoulder-length tresses, and was just about to protest when Kevin started to speak again, and the command not to interrupt kicked in again.
'Yes I know that will be a bit of a hassle. That's why it's called a penalty. So don't bother complaining and, tel me how you'd like to continue? From the head downward to the feet, perhaps? Any requests on what should be fisrt to go? '
Kevin was obviously enjoying his newfound power, Biff on the other hand just wanted to get away as fast as possible, 'You won. I got it, okay? So do what you want, but don't make me play these little games.'
Kevin just chuckled 'I thought you of all people would appreciate these little power-games. But since you obviously don't enjoy being on the other side....Let me go over these one last time and we'll this over with.'
By now Kevin had put most of the unwanted cue-cards back into his pockets, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't missing anything important.
