"Hang on," said Rick. "If we change just one of us the result is still going to be something that makes sense in the context of everything else, right? I don't really want to see what happens if you two become adults again and we're still uh..." he glances down to the robe he can barely keep closed and towards Olivia's crotch. "Let's just hold off until we're properly dressed?"
Paul slumps further and groans, but Olivia gives a quick nod. "This shouldn't take long."
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As the two quickly rummage through what is for the moment their shared bedroom, Rick leans over to Olivia in a hushed tone, "while we're here, I have kind of an embarrassing question-"
Olivia sighs. "Let me guess, you don't know how to put on a bra or climb into a dress?"
"No... I mean, that could help too but..." he brushes some of the hair that got plenty tosseled earlier away from his face to buy a few seconds in which to carefully word things, "... when we were, uh... unaware, just now. Before they walked in. Was that, uh... you know... good?" he swallows nervously before adding the missing "for you?" with a blush.
Olivia just stares back for a moment. "You're not saying it was for you, are you?" she responds, in a very measured tone.
"Well no I mean... well... I mean that was really... intense there. I haven't ever really um..." he glances around nervously, trying and failing to rest his eyes on the bulge in Olivia's pants. "I mean, that was really... how do I even put it... powerful? I mean, in the moment. Probably because we were just unaware and forced into character, right? Like that really wasn't even us when you think about it. We just sort of inherited the memories of this couple the camera replaced us with, so it wasn't really you and me but... so... the uh, the fake woman whose memories I have there, she was... REALLY into the way you were just... I mean, the fake man whose memories you ended up with... anyway that just... I mean it's not like it was actually ME that was enjoying that, right? Like right now, when we have our own minds back it's..." There went his gaze drifting down that way again, damn it. "Like right now you wouldn't dream of throwing me on the bed like that again, but I'm just curious if the memory you have of it is... you know, as intense."
Olivia was almost in shock from the bluntness of what Rick was trying to ask, and having all that stammering coming from the mouth of an incredibly flustered busty redhead she at the very least had some very vivid recent memories of in a much less composed position left the whole subject that much more confused. "Wow..." she began...