"I can't be stuck like this." You try grasping at your back again, but it's absolutely fruitless. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Just try to stay calm," your girlfiend says. "We'll figure it out somehow."
"That doesn't help, for you to say that. Stay calm? What if we don't figure it out? I'll never be an adult again, unless I have to grow up again all the way?" You're pretty much full on panic mode.
Then, suddenly you feel a warm embrace. "Shhhhh. It's going to be fine. I am here with you. Relax." she says in a breathy voice. She's holding you tight to her body, patting your back.
Her warmth is. comforting. You feel calmer. It's helping. You're resting your head at her soft bosom. And you're a little overwhelmed the moment you realize your face is squeezed right unto her chest. You're at the height of her chest. It reminds you how much of a kid you currently are, and stings a little. Still, you do everything to take chance of this opportunity, snuggling your face unto her boobs.
It's a long extended hug, but she does release it in the end, but you wish it could have lasted even longer.
"Now there! Do you feel better now?" she asks you and put her hands at her sides.
"Um, yes." You blush.
"Great!" she shines. "It's great to see that my little man is feeling all better," she teases.
You grimace. "Really? Little man? Was that really necessary? you ask her.
"Sorry. I just couldn't help myself," she laughed. You're just too cute."
Being called cute hurts. It feels demeaning, yet it's also a compliment, and while you know she didn't mean it like that, there is a childish hope that she actually finds you attractive, even if you're so much younger than her.
"So." Your girlfriend shrugs. "You know more about the skins than I do. Do you have any idea of what might have caused your zipper to disappear?"
You try thinking of anything, but there's nothing. "No. I don't know. And it's not like I know much more about the skins than you do."
"Maybe it'll just reappear later. Who knows. And if you're completely stuck. I'll put on the teen girl skin again here and there. We can go on more dates."
You glance at the skin she wore, now laying scrumpled on the floor in a pile together with clothes bought on the date. You liked your date. It was mindblowing, and still feels unreal thinking about it, especially everything in the theater, how you'd lost your virginity. Still, you also wanted to stay together with your "real" girlfriend, especially looking at her, and how her adult curves were making you so flustered. You hope she wasn't insinuating that you wouldn't be able to be together like you used to. Of course she had to mean that. No way an adult woman can be with a thirteen year old boy. Nevermind just that, you have no life like this. No one would recognize you, and you would have to say goodbye to your old life. What are you supposed to to? Convince your parents it's really you and then what? Return to middle school. Your pulse rises as your emotions flare up again.
"This is awful!" you blurt out.
"Wait." Your girlfriend looks at you. "I have a suggestion. What if..."