Petra tried to stay still. Every time she started bouncing on her toes from anxiety her boobs would bounce uncomfortably in Pete’s t-shirt. The truth was that she was really nervous. She couldn’t mess this up.
She could feel the empty, tight pangs in her chest. Pangs of longing. Desperate ache in her heart for Jen. She had to fix this.
Approaching footsteps signaled the arrival of Jen. Petra had to fight to keep a dopey grin off of her face as she came into sight. She was sockless, an overly large hoodie that hung over barely visible short shorts. Her hair was perfectly coiffed in the asymmetrical pixie cut that had appeared when she transformed just a few hours earlier. (If you want to know what Jen changed her hair to it's similar to Alex Chen's)
Jen was breathtaking. Just being in the same room as Jen made Petra feel safer. Still nervous as hell about the impending conversation, but maybe it would be all right.
All that hope was shattered a moment later when Jen opened her mouth.
