You've got to hand it to Jenny - she knows how to make a good first impression. After our first... experience... together she got dressed, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and said goodbye as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
The next day she showed up at my front door with pizza and beer. The sight of her immediately set off a wonderful thrill of what I can only call sexual terror, but she was there only to hang out. So we hung out, and ate, and drank, and talked, and laughed, and got to know each other.
After that we met more and more frequently. Jenny's not my type. Physically. I'm sure I've said that at least once. But she's also smart, funny, and omnipotent. Someone I could be best of friends with. Someone I could hang out with. And occasionally get eaten by.
That's the thing about Jenny, you could never be quite sure what she was going to do. Sometimes she visited to chat or watch a movie or play games. And sometimes she visited to practice her transformational magic, on me, herself, or both of us. Most of the time it ended with me being eaten. If Jenny was being lazy she would just shrink me and swallow me whole. Oral or otherwise. Sometimes she transformed into something more appropriate for eating me, whether at regular or tiny size. And sometimes she turned me into food. Ever been turned into a life-sized living chocolate statue and eaten bite by bite? I have.
"Does your whole family have powers like you?" I asked once. Jenny was an amazing listener, but she revealed very little details about her life and origins.
"Mostly it runs in the women", she said, taking a swig of beer. We were on the porch watching the sun set. Last time she had mentioned that her ancestors were Chinese immigrants who came to California over a century ago. Did they have magic powers too?
"So your mom...?" I said tentatively.
Jenny smiled broadly. "My mom and my grandma decided to re-experience life and get themselves a modern American education. Right now they're going through high school together. As twins".
My eyes boggled. "B-but... how? Doesn't the school ask about their parents?"
Jenny stuck her tongue out. "I'm the responsible guardian of course".
I didn't inquire further.