“I wouldn’t say I hate you, I mean— fundamentally, he ‘is’ you. And I always found Mr. Edwards— well, y’know.”
She can’t even look him in the eyes as she admits to her attraction. Her ears are burning redder than his hair, her fists are balled up in the plush sheets. This isn’t how she imagined waking up in his bed, but she’d take it. He slips a gentle, uncalloused hand over hers and gives his best reassuring smile. That same sly smirk reads so much different on his true face, but it’s unmistakably the same one that won her over in her first class with him. Funny how much one little pill can change... But she’d be lying if she said the differences weren’t turning her on. Like two potential boyfriends for the price of one.
Wait, what was she thinking?
“Would you ever consider—?” She paused, treading carefully. “I mean, as long as you’re still taking the pills and I— well, I at least have one bottle. We could do this again sometime. The whole ‘Camilla and Daniel’ thing.”
Edwin cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? You know, there’s a lot I haven’t studied with the pills… So much I could teach you too, if you’re still a willing student.” He ran an hand up her arm and she leaned in a little closer, coming eye to eye with him. What she wouldn’t give to have taken one now, only so she didn’t look so much like a mouse cowering before him. He slides a hand under her chin, considering her wide-eyed expression with some hesitation.
“It’s so funny to think that little Clarissa Franklin had ‘the hots’ for Mr. Edwards… I would have never guessed,” he chuckles softly. She blushes harder at the slight jab, painfully aware of how tiny she felt in this situation. “Was that why you were so eager to stay late after class? Mmm, if only I’d let you…”
She craned up as if to kiss him but found herself falling short. Of course, even as she bubbled up with happiness her little fantasies still came crashing around her. He paused, putting a finger under his chin.
“I have an idea.”
He slunk out of bed, struggling to his feet and wandering fully naked towards the door. Clarissa got a good long look at his backside, still startled that his unassuming posterior was Mr. Edwards’ tight mounded ass only a few minutes ago. Poor Edwin, she started to wonder if he’d taken the pills to compensate for his looks like she’d done for hers. At least she could empathize.
She slipped over to peer out into his apartment kitchen, where he was pouring them both a glass of wine. Social lubricant was his big idea? She flushed as he caught sight of her bare naked in the doorway. He grinned back, fishing a packet out of his kitchen drawer and steadying it over one of the glasses.
“You look lovely without taking the pill, by the way. This has nothing to do with that. But, I thought maybe you’d like to ease your nerves. I can mix in one of my little tablet testers here and before you know it, you’ll feel a little more Camilla. Or should I say Claire? Since this one will rely a bit more on your natural development.”
As it dropped in, the tablet fizzed like seltzer water before dissipating completely into the wine. He took a different blue capsule and dropped it in his own glass, bringing both over very cautiously to her.
“Perhaps a toast to celebrate another round?”