Gazing at the young librarian, you can't help but find her attractive. Flawless skin, ample curves, long luxurious ebony hair, she is gorgeous. The fact her clothing has fallen away only emphasizes her beauty.
You wonder though, how could a woman of such beauty be single? Deciding to discover for yourself, you now approach.
"Hello."
Fumiko emits a shriek, her voice high and melodic. Quickly covering herself, she blushes as she stares at you in embarrassment. "Wh..what are you doing here," she stammers, her face a mask of embarrassment.
"I was looking for a book," you reply. "Was hoping you could help me."
Fumiko sputters, haphazardly placing her clothes on. Studying the young librarian carefully, you slowly begin to understand her. Fumiko, despite a healthy libido, is painfully shy and awkward. The woman's cheeks burn crimson, her eyes darting around fearfully. She sputters, awkwardly shifting in place. It seems that her confidence melts away in front of a man.
"So are you the head librarian," you ask, trying to put the woman at ease. Fumiko nods and now her tenuous confidence returns as she can focus on her duties. "Of course I am," she proclaims, standing straight as she locks eyes with you. "I've been the head librarian here for 20 years."
You chuckle, studying the woman carefully. She's barely old enough to be out of college. "Funny," you grin. "You don't look much older than 20."
Fumiko frowns, her dark, gorgeous, eyes smoldering. You can tell she wants to argue, but taking stock of herself, she realizes that you maybe right. Taking a breath, she now tries to compose herself before speaking. "Something...odd happened," she replied. "I can't quite explain in it, but somehow I...became younger."
You nod, seeing the look of confusion on her face. What she is saying sounds ridiculous and she knows it, yet seeing is believing. "Okay," you say slowly. "I'll take your word for it."
Fumiko sighed in relief, thanking you as she adjusts her loose clothing. The formerly elderly woman's clothing does look odd on her youthful frame, but it does little to diminish her beauty. Fumiko offers you a soft smile as the two of you stand in silence. An impish idea now crosses your mind.
"Would you like to grab a cup of coffee or something?"
Fumiko is dumbstruck, unable to process what you are saying. "Coffee," she asks. "Like a date?" You nod, awaiting Fumiko's response.
"Do you go to school here," she asks. "Because I don't date students."
"Really," you smirk. "Because you barely look old enough to not be a student."
"I.." Fumiko stammers. "I..I'm not that young! Am I?"
You shrug. Fumiko maybe 23 years old but she could certainly pass for a bit younger. Reaching into her purse, she produces a small mirror gasping in shock. Turning her face slightly, she runs a delicate finger along her cheeks. None of this makes sense, she's so young now! Still, she tries to maintain some semblance of responsibility. "I...I...don't think I should."
You nod, watching the young woman fidget nervously. Part of her wants to take you up on your offer. Another part though still believes she is too old, too mature. It leaves you with a few options. Try to convince her or make her just a bit younger until she agrees. You rub your chin thoughtfully as you weigh your options.