Andros sighed. What could he do but just wait and face the music when his visitor entered. There was no time for anything else. He braced himself as the door slid open.
He was a little surprised to see his girlfriend, Talia, enter his house. He hadn't expected her to come over today. She had some other thing planned today, but he couldn't remember what. But what surprised him even more was her reaction.
She just looked at him and chuckled.
"Vat the hell are you wearing? Is some kind of joke?" asked Talia in heavily accented Russian. Her family had emigrated to the country when she was in her teens and although she had learned the language, she never lost her accent. It was part of what attracted Andros to her. That cute accent. Well, that and her strong dominant personality. He liked a woman who took charge. It didn't hurt that she was looker. She was tall with dark black hair, almond colored eyes, and a thin athletic figure. She could have easily been a model, if she had the temperament.
"Talia, I can explain," said Andros.
Talia raised one eye quizzically at the sound of his voice. Andros was a little startled, too, and clutched his throat. His voice sounded higher, almost like a cartoon character. Apparently the costume changed his voice, too.
"Andros .... is really you ?" asked Talia.
"Yes," he said more clearly. "I bought this costume just for fun. The guy warned me it was magic, but I didn't really believe him. But after I put it on, it changed me ... well, changed my body into this."
Talia walked forward and ran a hand down his arm, feeling his skin. Andros realized he was looking down at her. The costume must have made him grow because she had always been taller than him. He had to admit it felt kind of good to be the bigger, more dominant one for once.
"Interesting, " said Talia as she continued to examined his body. She walked around him and inspected him, occasionally touching or pulling on something. It didn't hurt, as his skin was quite tough, but he didn't like being treated like a piece of meat up for inspection. It made him feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, okay. I think you have seen enough and I am ready to get out of this thing. Can you give me that zipper so I can change back?" asked Andros, pointing to the zipper on the floor in front of the mirror.
Talia continued her examination, poking a few more spots. Then with an unsatisfied sigh, she said," Da, da. I get zipper now."
She bent down, picked up the zipper, and began walking towards Andros. "Vhy didn't you just change back yourself?"
"I tried! But I couldn't pick up the silly thing. My hands are just not very coordinated. Now can you please help me? Put it on my chest and unzip it!"
Talia stopped and looked at Andros with a curious expression. "So you can't take it off by yourself?"
"No...." Andros stopped, a little frightened by the devious look on her face. " Well, probably. Just give it here..."
Andros reached out to grab the zipper from her hands. She leaned back out of reach and smiled.
"Nyet, " said Talia, holding the zipper in her teeth. "Not yet. You do something for me first."