“Everything.” He feels like danger and excitement, mixed with a smell of mint. “Repeat what you did, and let me feel it for myself.”
Mouthing “okay,” I focus on anything other than how my body molds into his with ease.
“Concentrate. Pretend I’m not here.”
Yeah, easier said than done.I close my eyes, exhaling and sensing the magic flow through me. His arms are a vicearound my waist, and the palms of my hands become thermic, matching the tropical degree of his presence.
Past the thin skin of my eyelids, I see a bright light flash and fade as pride swells within me. I’m pleased to look down and see I’m wearing a complete pair of workout tights. Excitement forces my legs to bounce, a kind of happy dance, while completely neglecting Alex standing behind me.
My ass is animated against his pelvis, and a thick lump concludes the action.
“I’m so sorry–I forgot you were–” Embarrassed, I apologize, but the jump of his excitement reveals there is a chance he does find me attractive. I bite my lip to keep from speaking any further.
“What did I say about apologizing? This is your one and final warning,” he says, walking from behind, adjusting his pants, and brushing a full layer of hair behind his…
“You have pointy ears?” I motion a finger with an excited tone. Their tips match his cheeks, a bright flushed hue. He is an elf, and I can’t help but think of Alise.
“Yes, all elves have pointy ears. Male’s are much longer than our female counterparts. Now may we continue?” he asks, unfazed by my astounded discovery. I want to inquire about the two of them, yet something tells me it will fall on deaf ears.
“Fine, but if you’re planning on dragging me here, I get to ask as many questions as I want,” I demand, unable to contain a smile from watching the tip of his pointed ear twitch. It’s adorable.
“Deal, but after practice. Now try again.” He turns around, looking away from the mirrors. “Take this opportunity to remove your hoodie and focus on creating a top. Say once you’re ready, and I’ll turn back and view your progress.”
My nerves return, but I do as he asks. My hands lift up the material as I realize I’m free beneath it.Shit!
“Uh, Alex, I’m not wearing a bra, so is it possible you don’t turn around, and I’ll let you know if I’m successful?” I question, hoping this doesn’t upset him.
“Very well. If this is what you require, I’ll allow it. But Kyra, next time, I won’t be so forgiving. Come prepared.”
Taking his warning as is, I drop my hoodie to the floor, and a breeze spreads across my chest, fluttering over my breast as my nipples harden. Quickly focusing on creating a sports bra, I am thrilled that it takes a single try for me to get it right.
“Yes! Alex, I did it!” I shout with enthusiasm.
He turns, witnessing the last trace of red vanish, and takes me in, eyeing the black stretchy fabric, which fits me perfectly. I fight against a happy dance, knowing the swell of my breasts will indeed bounce.
“Good job, now do it again. This time, the whole outfit. Let your magic run through your skin and form items atop of it,” he says as his study shifts to my stomach, adding more color to his pale cheeks before looking away.Was he checking me out?”
I discard such ridiculous thoughts and focus. My aura swells within my stomach, and a crimson glow covers me entirely. Tickles race along my arms, thighs, back, and every other inch, encompassed by magic.
In a photo snap, the glow vanishes, leaving me standing in Rebirth’s attire. Shouting praises to myself, I see Alex turn. “Check it out. Full school uniform.” Giving him a little spin, I show no mistakes down to the pants.
“Well done.” He smiles, and it vanishes in an instant. “Now, again. This time, give me something that’s not in your closet. You’re a creation fay–Create.” His squinting leer reveals his determination for me.
“What do you have in mind?”
He pauses before answering, a cautious observation. “Anything you create will look amazing. I’m not opposed.”Ohhhh, is this him flirting?
I take a moment and ponder, going over mental outfits like I’m swiping through ‘Pinterest’ and envisioning something worth his acclaim. Then it hits, and warm energy courses around me, moldingand brightening with my signature color before dimming and revealing the surprise.
A complete replica of Alex’s outfit but instead of his tough boots, I’m wearing heels, matching the thin leather gloves over my knuckles. His lips part as he scans me with dilated pupils and a complimentary stare.
“You look amazing–I mean, youdidamazing.” Clearing his throat, he continues, “I’m impressed.” I smirk at his bashfulness and view the pink skin around his neck flushed with blood. My aura rotates and thrums with the mellow caress of his own, trailing over my arms like a job-well-done.
He takes a second, admiring the female version of his wardrobe, noting everything down to my heels. These jeans emphasize my thighs and are perhaps a little too tight. “What’s next?” I ask, feeling like there is nothing I can’t create, beaming with glee.
“Now our practice becomes…more advanced.”
He calls upon his ability, and our matching outfits are no more, depleting my smile.
