“You know, I think it would be sexy if I didn’t know,” she says finally, surprising you. “I think a real artist should be given no boundaries.”
“Surely you have some reservations?”
“None at all,” she declares boldly. “Plus, if I knew the ways you were changing me, I’d be worried that was how you always wanted me to be. I’d be insecure about what I was before, and about what you’d be turning me into. No, if you can do whatever you want, I’ll still enjoy you either way, and you can live out your fantasies without restraint.”
You hum, still a little worried. “Okay, but can we at least set a safe word? If you or I ever feel like we’ve gone too far, let’s say ‘pumpernickel’ to pause it. And if it’s still too much, even without the sex, I can revert you back to normal, alright? How does that sound?”
“Sounds good,” Ciara says, though she seems breezily unworried about it. “Pumpernickel it is, then. Now how about we get on with it?”
A little resigned, you step away from her and pull out the flashlight. You fiddle with the settings, making sure that it’s set to unaware, and then turn the light on her. Ciara begins to transform…