Megan and Will froze. Both pairs of eyes were on Megan's body, leaning against the table. Will looked her over, up and down, repeatedly.
"Is anything happening?" Megan said in a hushed voice.
"Um... no," Will said quizzically. "Why aren't you changing into what I pictured?"
"Either my guess was wrong, or...," Megan straightened up and scratched her head. She really wanted to get rid of the bun. It was so loose at this point it wobbled at her touch, which just added more tension that she didn't need.
"Or what?" Will said, rising out of his chair and standing with her, gently placing his hands on her hips.
"Maybe we have to do something besides just think about it." She looked him in the eye. "Remember to shave tomorrow morning."
Will blinked and furrowed his brow. "Err...okay? I was already going to try."
"You might find that easier now. You'll remember to shave tomorrow morning." Megan spoke crisply, unnaturally. It kind of spooked Will. Megan noticed the change in his expression and giggled. "The potions changed our bodies the first time, rapidly, without any prompting. That might have been just for the first time."
Will slowly nodded. "Ah-ha... Ah-ha! But the new changes came on slowly, and they've been subtle."
"Or in your case, stubble."
Will squeezed one of her tits, eliciting a squeal of delight and then a slap on the ass from his girlfriend.
"Careful! I almost squirted milk into my bra."
"Well, maybe don't pun while I'm trying to be as clever as you," Will winked back. "So you're saying the new changes we make require us to prompt each other. By, what, giving orders? I did tell you directly to not get a haircut at one point or another."
"Yes, but the more you've suggested it, the easier it's been for me to forget about cutting it."
"This theory is harder to prove or disprove than the last one."
Megan nodded. "We'll need... some experimentation."
Will's eyes narrowed as a smile spread across his face. "Megan, dear?"
"Yeeeeees?" she answered, walking her fingers up his back and drawing in a little closer.
Will licked his lips. "Don't get any more haircuts. You're going to grow your hair much longer."
Megan rolled her eyes and stepped back. Will felt her arms retreat from him and slumped his shoulders.
"Come on, the hair again?" she said in exasperation.
"What'd you expect?"
"Something sexy!"
"Hair is sexy!"
"You try saying that after you see me tangling it up in a brush or closing a door on it."
Will couldn't help but laugh at the mental image. "Maybe you still don't know me as well as you thought."
"Okay, lover," she said with a sneer. "While I'm suffering for your boner, your balls are going to get bigger."
A wince temporarily replaced Will's smile, but his expression recovered and he delivered a flat "Oh. No. Not that. Anything but that."
Megan giggled and took his arm.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"To where we can observe the changes up close," Megan replied, pulling him into her bedroom.