I could feel that Runt was restless. He didn't want to hang about the apartment and so we
left. Without putting on any clothes.
He was used to being naked and, to him, he was already dressed anyway. I was screaming
at him in my mind but he was completely oblivious. That was until we stepped into the
elevator and encountered my neighbour.
I didn't know the man's name but I knew he lived upstairs. He was a little older than me,
with thick, curly hair and a chin strap beard. I think he was a musician and he wore one of
those neck scarves. He yelped in surprise. Runt tried to act natural.
"Ground floor, please guv," Runt smiled.
"Uh," the man said, "Yeah, that's where we're headed..."
Runt smiled. His eyes, and therefore mine, lingered on the man's crotch.
The doors closed and the elevator moved.
"Look-" the man had to ask, "Why are you naked?"
"Shit." Runt realised his mistake. "I didn't realise."
"How could you not realise?"
"Uh..." It was great fun to see Runt falter, even if it was at my nudity's expense, "I spend a
lot of my time naked. In the apartment that is."
The man nodded, but still looked confused. "Do you still want to go down?"
Runt smirked. "Only if you do."
The man's eyes bulged. "Are you flirting with me?"
Runt was suddenly aware that, whilst wearing me, his old magic didn't work anymore.
People had to lay eyes on him to be attracted to him and I was covering up every inch of
his skin. I sensed his unease, but it only seemed to strengthen his resolve.
"Actually, I am," he admitted, putting a sheepish expression on my face, "I've seen you
around the building. This whole thing was an attempt to get you up to my apartment."
The man nodded. "Right..."
"Want to come up?"