For several long moments, she simply stood there, wings wrapping around her changed body as she basked in the new feelings that rippled across her. It was only when she opened her eyes that her mood slightly dropped - not because of anxiety or fear, this time. No, she found herself disappointed as she looked at her roommate. Scarlett's gaze locked with Rachel's, and she felt something in the pit of her stomach. It was a feeling that was quite easy to identify, simply because she'd felt it all her life, been plagued by it right up until this incredible evening - and now she could feel it pouring from her friend, perhaps better hidden than it had been for Scarlett, yet still evident in her soul.
"Oh... oh Rachel..." Her wings spread out again as she stepped forward, the blue-haired woman locked in place, mesmerized by what blazed in Scarlett's eyes. "You... want to be more. You always have." A hand reached out, gently cupping her best friend's face. It was like she was gazing into her soul, seeing every crack, every void, every moment of lacking worth and shame that she'd spent her life trying to fill. More than anything, Scarlett so desperately wished she could fill all those tiny cracks. Rachel had brought so much happiness into her life, spent so long buoying her sinking self of self-worth - she wanted, needed, to return the favor somehow.
There was a dull shock in the back of her mind, and suddenly... somehow, on some instinctual level, she knew how she could make Rachel just a little bit happier.
Without hesitation she leaned in, her lips gently pressing against Rachel's. There was a moment of surprise from the artist, quickly replaced by quiet acceptance. She relaxed into it, deepening the kiss of her own accord and throwing her arms up around Scarlett's shoulders. When their lips parted, she held on for just a bit longer, leaning in with hope in her eyes for the kiss to be resumed. In return she received a warm smile from the angelic woman, arms pulled around her back in turn. There was a chill as she felt her clothes slip away, as if becoming some etheral dust - somehow, she didn't feel the least bit awkward standing naked in the embrace of her friend.
Her lips began to part as she felt a warmth growing within her chest. She looked down, watching in amazement as black lines began to form between her breasts - ink lines, of the tattoo she'd always wanted to get there. A small gasp proceeded the spread of those same lines into shapes, an image of a heart that filled up with red. The ink quickly began to spread, as Rachel's mind buzzed with all the other body art she'd always dreamed of acquiring - and as if responding to her whims, the ink formed into those same tattoos, pleasantly scribing themselves across her body.
"You never wanted your body to be so constrained," Scarlett spoke softly. "Now, the only thing that'll limit it will be your imagination."
She moved one hand down to grasp Rachel's, holding it daintily off to one side. As if responding to some unspoken understanding, Rachel imagined the tattoo on the back of that hand shifting and dancing, fingernails flying through a rainbow of colors - and on command, her body respond, its look changing at her every whim. She pulled her hand back, grasping a strand of blue hair and imagining it as violet, and instantly it shifted to a purple hue. "How... h-how did you..."
"I don't really know," Scarlett responded, her tone not worried, but contented. "I just... did. It's.... it's wonderful isn't it? You're an artist, and now... you can be a work of art, anything that your mind can conceive of." She reached up and brushed a hand through the now rainbow-colored thicket of her roommate's hair. "I just... hope it makes you happy."
"Happy?!" There was a single second of worry before she hopped up, kissing Scarlett deeply. She held the kiss for quite some time, and when she pulled back, the biggest smile she'd ever seen was on Rachel's face. "Scarlett, I... I think I'm the happiest woman in the world right now!" The excitement made her voice tremble. "T-there's so much I can do... a-and if you can change me like this... Scarlett, it's like you're some kind of..."
She finished the sentence with a pleased grin. "Goddess." Whatever had happened to her... she was divine, in her own way. And there was so very, very much good she could do for the world, and for the people she loved. "And you're my angel."