Jon felt herself melt at those words... forgiven. She was forgiven... someone actually...
She didn't want to cry. Karyn was right. She had been acting like some little girl. But now things were getting serious. She had to fix everything. She will fix everything... but seeing Haru happy with her change made her feel quite glad that maybe, things could work out after all. Whatever wording she used to fix this wish, would have to take into account people like her. But how? How can she repair the damage to make everyone happy? It didn't seem possible.. yet she knew she had to try.
Tim noticed Jon at that point and approached. The drow boy looked with concern. "Hey, you look stressed... want to talk about it?"
Jon blushed- then felt guilty as she had not placed him among this 'inner circle' so to speak. She wasn't sure what Tim would say or do if he found out she was the one responsible for... everything. "It's just a little personal. Don't worry," She said hoping he would understand.
Tim nodded then smiled. "Say... you want to go get get some dinner after school?"
"Dinner? Well-"
"Or after dinner, we could do a few other things. I know a few nice places I'd like to show you. Come on it'll be fun. I think you need it."
Jon thought about it. She did need a break, and Tim was available... maybe she could?
A hundred years in the past, a group of four made their way back to the settlement known as Hedge. The Ex-Bandit, now fey-child Kimi felt a sense of trepidation.
"We can't go to the town looking like this!" She almost screamed it. "Sure she might pass as human but she needed to hide her ears. The skunk-creatures would be shot on sight as monsters!
"That's the way home," said Nikki. "We can say we are wearin' a costume if anyone catches us. Like um- protesters maybe?"
"You're mad!" Repeated Kimi. The fur trade was what made Hedge wealthy. And they want to go in as protesters?!
"There's a place in the courtyard of the church we gotta go. It's simple. We just hide for a while and nobody will notice us."
"You're all crazy if you think you can just walk in and-"
"Pipe down kid," said Samuel placing a hand around Kimi's mouth. "I hear something..."
There was a pause as they listened. Then... nothing.
"We have to be careful," said Nikki breathing out slowly. "Morgana is gonna try and go with us."
"Should we let her?" asked Erica concerned.
Nikki looked pensive a moment. "Mummy... that's up to you."
Aneeza was having a quiet day.
She had made a large pile of the special material though she didn't really know how she made it. The tailor and receptionist were nice, but they sensed the space-girl's distance. The fact that she couldn't communicate any more was making her feel depressed again. If not for at least Ellen, whom she shared at least a vague bond with. Though that strange living doll being was having a hard time of her own.
Anneza never realised how much talking was a part of daily lives. It wasn't just the lack of being able to talk, but that nobody even tried to talk to her after realising her... disability. She couldn't understand them, or anyone around her. She still could point and click though on a computer, and the tailors had a place to whittle away a few minutes in the day doing that. She couldn't quite sit on a chair, just.. hovering as best she could, though twisted and turned now and then. There wasn't anyone around, and most allowed the space-girl a lot of privacy... probably because she made them feel uncomfortable as much as she felt herself.
The minutes turned into a full hour, and then longer. She still did her job and what was expected of her, but... once it was all done, and there was nothing else for her to do, this was how she spent her time. She looked at pictures of the news, trying to piece together the general events. Before everything that happened, she had an interest in politics. indeed had things been different, she just might have gone right into it and become a political figure. She had the brains, the money, the...
She glanced down at herself. Nobody would take her seriously again. She couldn't even talk any more. She had lost one of her greatest human gifts, a defining trait that separated them from animals. The simple act to communicate.
She could still hear them all laughing at her... when she first transformed. The changed were cruel like that. She paused at that thought... didn't they understand she had a business to run? She was driven those those ends! A group of employees that didn't understand how they had to maintain the right... image. Did they all want to lose their jobs? Everything she did was for the company. Now she felt rage. Sheer utter rage, that made her burn her old posessions, and drive her to the heights of the Earth itself. All to just... just... but then the image of that white haired child she almost hurt appeared... that innocent little girl, and the realisation of what her feelings almost made her do... she never felt any 'maternal' instinct before but- was this body putting that feeling in her head?
There was a knock at the door. "Anneza?" Asked the tailor.
Anneza twisted in a motion to orientate herself to her, the unusual antenna's bobbing briefly into her vision.
"I have your pay cheque," said the gynoid.
Anneza looked blankly.
The tailor sighed. "Money? Here..." she placed it on the table. "I know it might not be quite what you were expecting. I had to take away some of the cost for materials and work on your wardrobe," explained the tailor carefully.
Aneeza was only employed as long as the scientists were interested in the material she made. While there was a lot of initial interest, it has started to wane. It was a novelty, not an answer to any engineering issues as yet. It certainly didn't help space flight, it just complemented Aneeza's ability to fly. The material lost their special properties after a few days. There was something Anneza did to 'charge' them, but they couldn't work out what it was.
"I'll see if I can get more carbon fibre, but its incredibly expensive. Try not to damage your clothes in the mean time." She gestured with concern to her.
Aneeza seemed to vaguely understand. She noticed less of the material was coming their way, and most of it was of a poorer grade. Too poor for her to actually work with. She simply couldn't afford to have too many things made, the majority of it paid by the accounts she had previously. Imagine that... all the savings of her previous life were literally now the clothes on her back. But at least she had clothes... she had pants. Though she wasn't sure the bra was needed... all it did was make her chest look bigger. What she needed was a way to cover herself more. She just wanted clothes that could hide everything... so that they couldn't even tell she was a woman.
"Eru?" Anneza asked hopefully. She indicated her clothing awkwardly, around her chest, pulling the shirt a little higher.
"You want it higher?" Asked the tailor. "Well... it looks quite nice on you like that though," she said a little confused. "Maybe I can work with the little bit I have left." Slowly she placed a bit more of the material around Aneeza's bust, as they used her unusual ability to 'seal' the seams together. For some reason Anneza was finding it difficult to apply this force while she was actually wearing it, especially around her cleavage. In the end she took it off, wearing just her bra to work at it better.
Slowly the tailor worked to make it more conservative. After a few moments she was done.
As Aneeza slipped the shirt on, the space girl had to arrange her breasts slightly, finding it now very snug. It was certainly a lot better, as she glanced to the mirror. Hiding the flesh the sun had turned her into was in some way, a small victory. Even if she couldn't do anything about her green hair, given her attempts at dying it previously. She smiled a bit more. Maybe if this material could be painted, it would hide her curves a bit more? There were some options to explore with it. A hair cut was also worth considering... though she was concerned short hair might draw attention to the antennas she had. She just wished she didn't have that- stupid hair band thing! A bit hopeful, she gave it another tug to try and take it off, but it wouldn't budge. Was this thing part of her skull? Regardless no matter how much she tugged at it, it was just stuck there, accentuating her green hair.
Anneza stared at her reflection. With her very rounded face, and petite body, wearing these conservative clothings now made her look rather young. It was a very child-like face on a petite body such that she could have easily looked sixteen, if not less. Her perky breasts for the moment were tightened around her torso by the clothing and completely covered almost up to her neck.. though she was starting to feel a bit.. odd? It was a tingly sensation starting just under her throat, and flowing downwards. It was starting to get uncomfortable.
The tailor nodded happy to see the space-girl smile if a little. "Well, you have a lovely face if I do say so myself. If you need anything more, just ask." She then got on with some paper work, to let Anneza be for now.
The space girl sighed and picked up her cheque. She didn't have any pockets, so held it tightly in her hand. There was no way to know how much she had, but... guessing by the number of digits, it was nowhere near what she used to earn before. But this was probably as good as it was going to get for a long time. She nodded her thanks as she pondered on how to cash it in. Hopefully the bank will do it for her correctly.
She took one final look in the mirror. Her hips were still a little too... obvious for her liking. But there was nothing to be done right now about it. She wished she could have some shoes to cover her bare feet, but just having a bra seemed a lot of work for the tailor... maybe she could get some next time.
Dressed as well as she could be, and with her shift now ended, she left the tailors to go home. She tried to give the impression of walking on the ground like anyone else but she was still hovering a good inch or so. Hopefully nobody would notice. besides, she didn't feel like flying right now. That slight... tingle inside her, was starting to become an irritation.
