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Closer to Home

By Zatarra L. Vulpe

Running is almost always good. If one runs enough, one can notice changes: Making it just a little further next time, panting a little less like a dog every hundred or so steps. There's an exception to this, of course, and that is running late.

Deon stole little breaths between every few steps or so. He couldn't check his watch. His suit was wrinkled. He made it to the corner of Delphi and fourth and even that looked like it was swimming in front of him. He just managed to catch sight of the lumbering, cracker-box shape of the city bus pulling away.

His hands were on his knees and he just shook his head. No folders of any kind for his resume. He didn't know if he'd even brought them and just lost them in the sprint or if they'd stayed at home.

He heard a pair of shoes clacking behind him and caught the impression of red stiletto heels.

"That wasn't the eleven thirty was it?"

"I... think?"

His eyes roamed up a pair of legs in smooth black, a red blouse under a similarly night-shaded suit jacket and closely trimmed blonde hair. Her eyes squinted nearly closed behind her half framed black glasses and she shrugged, a slight British, not English, accent.

"Oh damn, well it seems we're both in a bit of a bind. I don't know how I'll make it to the office now, might as well cancel at this rate. You wouldn't have happened to be heading to the Oryx Designs building would you?"

The young man blinked and his mouth opened into a half smile. "Actually... I was! I was set for-"

"An interview at twelve thirty?"

"Yeah! Were you going for the entry position too?"

She giggled softly at that; a practiced sound, reminding him somewhat of a goose honk. "Oh no you silly boy, I was to be your interviewer!"

Deon felt his throat tightening. "My...Uh..."

"Oh don't worry, you're virtually assured of the position, even with this minor inconvenience, the interview is really just a formality."

Deon felt the tension melt. He _needed_this job. He loved a lot of things about this city: everything was so close and a lot of his friends were here, he didn't need to drive twenty minutes a day just to visit a pair of stores and take a route back home that might be even longer. But with the convenience came some sacrifices. Nothing is cheap: rent, clothes, a stop for coffee or a bite to eat was nearly twice as much as it should be. Deon had been in his very own apartment for two weeks and his year of saving up for it was already looking a bit thin. This job would solve all of that, and it was only a few minute's bus ride away.

He practically hugged her at that. It just kind of happened. He could feel heat on his cheeks even as he realized what he was doing and realized he couldn't really take it back.

"Aw, how adorable, so I suppose I shan't have to instruct you on interpersonal communication!"

Deon blushed brighter and felt her arms wrap around him for a moment. She had a very peculiar scent, something slightly artificial and slightly scented of very real evergreen. A scent, as it turned out, that was really starting to grow on him, draw him closer to her. The other one was odd. Fresh rubber maybe?

"How about while we're out we take a little walk to my favorite little sushi place, hmm?"

"Oh, y-yeah! Definitely! I love sushi!"

"Oh good, I really think it's wonderful though I must admit a good portion of this is the ginger they tend to accompany with the wasabi."

"That's different," Deon felt the air hang for a moment and the woman glanced at him expectantly, "but lovely!" His face blushed a bit again and she smiled and couldn't suppress a small giggle before she reaches out to pat at his back. "Y-you're kinda t-touchy f-feely."

"Just a bit, usually only with us girls."

Deon stiffened slightly. "Oh, uh, but I'm a-"

"No you're no-ot." He detected just a hint of falsetto.

"No really I'm not-"

"Shhh, silly girl, I know you are."

"N-no r-really I just-"

Her hand gently rubbed at Deon's hair and, for a while, that was all he could sense, all he cared about. It was as though other than that rubbing for a while just a white space where things bounced and rolled and didn't really make any sense. His thoughts did wander, filled vaguely with pinkish hearts in chat rooms and perhaps very secretive excursions to the closet. Even with so many friends so close, he preferred the city's anonymity, especially when picking up foundation and blush, working up the nerve to get lipstick and a brush, agonizing at night over his figure in a thrift shop skirt. Even if he wanted to look better in it, he still loved the touch of fabric and the thought of being... Being normal that way.

He felt something was vaguely wrong with the rest of his affairs, namely the inability to remember. None of the images or places were particularly sticking out in his mind. Not that he couldn't see them, at the moment watching a rather bemused sushi chef hand his interviewer-to-be a pair of what seemed to be very fancy bento boxes even as she continued to scratch him, but other than the heat on his cheeks it seemed to slide off of his awareness, gone as soon as it was taken in. Trying to discern words out of their syllables from moment to moment was like trying to solve different puzzles from snapshots of single pieces.

When he snapped out of it, shadows were stretching across the hardwood. The windows outside showed the street, a street, any street. It was unusually quiet, just a car or a single passerby. He did hear a soft humming from an open door. The light looked warm and soft and yellow.

"Wh-where the heck am I?"

"Oh you're finally awake hmm? You were out for some time over there. I do hope you're prepared to put something on."

That same upper crust accent.

He blinked and glanced down.

He nearly screamed, covering the tight, soft panties he'd put on that morning.

"How did you do this to me?!"

"I didn't, you did you silly, though I can't imagine you would remember."

It took a moment but the stilleto heels clicking on the ground grew a little louder in the otherwise silence. She was wearing the same outfit, though she had a soft purple and black ensemble on a hanger. As she held it out he got a clearer look: frills along the neck, a long strip of purple down the center of what was clearly a dress, with long, slightly cuffed sleeves of a similar shade that would likely cover over his wrists. The hips on either side bulged out very slightly and he couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting hot.

"What's that for?"

"For you! You simply must wear it, it's made to fit just for you."

"B-but I d-don't-"

"You do-oo, I know you do, you're in your own panties for goodness sakes."

Deon felt his cheeks growing even hotter. How could she read him so easily, panties notwithstanding? There had always been a subtle paranoia that he was somehow broadcasting his feminine side without ever having even hinted. Her matter of fact statements seemed to confirm his worst fears.

"Alright, alright, I think I know how to solve this."

Her fingers just barely touched Deon's hair again and he can feel his concern softening slightly. His eyebrows tightened his face for a moment and then slowly seemed to slide back up, his mouth smiling gently. The warm, bouncy feeling was back, but he could feel it slowly focus somewhere that made his tummy feel warm and nice.

"Who wants to wear her dress?"

"I want to wear my dress!"

"Who wants to be a good girl?"

"I want to be a good girl!"

The woman smiled and giggled and handed Deon the dress. Deon giggled and smiled even as he blushed and very carefully slipped it on. It was a perfect fit, almost too perfect, like he was meant to go with the outfit or vice versa. He was so happy, the cuffs of the sleeves even stretching over his hands with a slight curve that made him want to sort of clap his hands together.

"There we are, good girl Dee, you look so much better in clothes just for you don't you?"

"Yeah! I look so cute and girly don't I miss?" Dee glanced up at the woman and felt her brain process what was happening. There was something like her old filter trying very hard to stop her from saying what she wanted to, what she would have enjoyed saying. Dee had light, bubbly thoughts, out of her mouth came light, bubbly thoughts.

"You do, I'm so glad you like it."

Dee giggled and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, practically hopping in place and wiggling softly. Though the woman laughed herself in her goose-esque way, she also glanced down at Dee's legs.

"Oh goodness, but this shall not do, for girls like to be pretty everywhere don't they?"

"I want to be pretty everywhere miss!"

No sooner had she spoken than the miss very carefully slipped a pair of smooth, shiny tights and matte black shoes, similar to Mary Janes. "All the better for walking my dear, are they comfortable?"

"Oh yes yes miss! And very cute!"

The miss smiled at that and ruffled Dee's hair just a little more. "Though I think there's still something missing Dee."

Dee blinked, glancing down over her dress and her shoes and her soft sleeves, her billowy, purple skirt and the gently fluff around her shoulders. She was so happy with herself to be wearing something pretty that she noticed a most unsightly lack of bust and a very small bulge. She gasped and brought her hands to her mouth. The small voice that represented her masquerading as a male was going nuts in her head, trying to point out that this was why she didn't wear effeminate things too often.

"Oh goodness miss, you're right! Oh however am I going to fix this?!"

The miss smiled and Dee couldn't help but feel her cheeks warming a little more at that, nearly spinning the room from the lovely curve of candy red lipstick above her. "It's alright, I have just the thing."

It took her a moment, but the miss had gently spread the dress and reached up, toward the bulge, and Dee looked up at the same time.

"M-Miss! Wh-what are you-"

"Shhhh, calm now girl, shhhh."

Dee stared up to the miss, carefully pursing her lips. The little screaming voice in her head was only met with the assurance that if the miss says to be calm that she is to be calm, evne when she had her hand straight onto the soft protrusion in her otherwise perfect ensemble. She could feel the fog descending a little again, instead imagining the lovely shape of herself: skirt flaring, her legs walking, the soft shape of her chest blossomed out, her smooth blonde hair dancing over her shoulders in flowing pig tails.

"There we are, all fixed."

Dee glanced down. The little voice was gone, likely stunned into silence. The bulge was gone, and even as Dee took a moment to make a rather unladylike rub, noted it was not due to any sort of repositioning: she was very much female now. Her chest seemed to be telling her the same, smooth and well-formed as though they'd grown naturally.

"Oh miss! How did you do this? This is amazing!"

"Oh now hush girl, you did it, with your desire and a little help."

She bounced up on the little soft shoes and hugged the miss tightly, hanging onto her tall form and wiggling, her smooth pig tails brushing at her neck.

"Awww what a cute girl! I think you're just about ready huh?"

Dee had no idea what 'ready' referred to and yet her head bobbed up and down immediately. She kind of thought about what it might be or if she should just trust what the miss says but then she felt those doubts dropping away every time her pigtails moved or her bust bounced very slightly. She had nothing to worry about from the miss. In fact, she was pretty sure she was helping to inspire! She was working at a design place right? Maybe? Or maybe she was just working for the miss? Who knew? It didn't matter. It just felt so nice being close to her and smelling the evergreen scent and just saying yes to anything its source said.

The miss' hands rubbed very softly onto Dee's shoulders. "Good girl! I knew you would be ready. Hold out your hands for me, okay?"

"Yes miss!" She held out both hands, partially covered by her sleeves, watching them curl out over her fingers.

"Okay, now hold veeery still for me." The miss giggled as she took Dee's hands in her own and very softly spread her fingers, putting something smooth and warm onto them, almost like the tights and shoes had felt.

Dee stared up at the miss and smiled brightly. She couldn't see her hands, but the miss' touch felt like a smooth massage. Soon she couldn't even feel them, just lovely warmth and a loose, tingly feeling in the skin. She tried to keep them still but soon it seemed like she didn't know how, giggling in absent minded glee as the miss did something so strange to her.

The miss drew her arms downward easily, allowing her hands to touch the ground as the pair of them kneeled. "Mmmhmm, very good, now just stay riiight there okay?"

"Yes miss!" Dee did her best not to move at all, her eyes following the miss for a moment but then, as the stiletto heels clacked to one side she felt her arms sliding forward slowly as she lost focus. She drew them back and felt a very peculiar... movement at the ends of them. She glanced down for just a second, wondering what could allow her hands to 'roll' that way but the thought seemed to banish from her mind with a touch from the miss' fingers.

"What kind of noise does a good girl make Dee?"

The girl blinked gently, even in the haze that normally banished her thoughts the answer wasn't immediately clear. She was too busy thinking about her beautiful purple stripe and the soft movements of her wheel on the hardwood floor.

"Wait, wheel?"

_ _ "It's okay girl, I'll tell you what sound good girls make!" The honey voice played around with the tabula rasa that was where Dee's thoughts should be. The miss' fingers felt so nice in her hair, of course it would be hard to think about anything else. Not that she really needed to think much anyway. "Really, really good girls like to say 'vroom.' Can you say 'vroom' girl?"

Dee blinked and smiled and said "Vroooom! Vroom vroom vroom!"

"Oh very good Dee! And good girls love to say it as much as they like don't they Dee?"

"Vroooom!"

The miss honked her laughter as Dee could feel the same smoothing sensation at her feet, her shoes drawing together softly and she felt a strange warmth overtaking her toes. Soon they couldn't wiggle, but she could feel them rolling subtly as the miss worked her fingers over them.

Dee felt such embarrassment. She loved being a good girl like this for the miss, her thoughts held almost nothing else, but what of her little head that wasn't full of pleasing thoughts about making good girl noises was enough to make her cheeks bright red. She must look so silly, rolling back and forth on her wheels like this, needing instruction from the miss so often.

"Awww, now this is nothing to be embarrassed about, except perhaps how easy it is to adore you. Sometimes a girl needs a little help and there's no shame in that at all." She smiles as she gently touches Dee's rump, softly molding her legs and the skirt behind her. There was a slight bulge on either side of her otherwise smooth backside, her legs seeming to fold in a few different ways but much better at holding her wheel stable. "That said, there's nothing cuter than a girl with a blush."

"V-v-vrroooom! M-miss!" Dee nearly squeaked out as she glanced back, just in time to see the purple sections of her dress rounding out on either side of her still very organic hips. She could see lines being drawn ticklishly into the fabric-turned paint job, just a little concentration on her part popping both of them open to reveal a little compartment on either side. Her little end wiggled and she could feel it being smoothed out, silk slowly graduating into shiny plastic at each touch and brush of the miss' fingers. She felt something poke up and light the miss' jacket a bright red with a little flash. "I-is th-that my b-rrroooooom, I-I mean my b-break l-light?"

The miss nodded softly and touched it again, causing it to light up and for Dee to make a rather vehicular squeak! "Awww, you're just a sensitive little auto-girl aren't you?"

Dee tried to focus a little more on that statement but she just found her head bobbing up and down as she tried, her face flushing even brighter at that. "M-m-mrrrrroooommm Miss! I'm n-not an a-auto-"

"Oh you're right, silly me." The miss giggled and tapped the smooth rear, just above the wheel well and reaching up to rub at a soft lump at the top, making Dee's eyes roll slightly at the touch. "You're more of a scooter aren't you? Like one of those fun little Italian things zipping by all the time hmm?" In a moment Dee could feel her warm, pleather seat finish forming with a soft, vibrating, silent sigh, inflating as though to prepare for the miss' delicate derriere.

Dee thought for just a second that wasn't quite right either, but she wasn't sure why. It was just out of reach, like when she would be interrupted mid-speech and forget what she was talking about. The miss pressed down on her seat and the thought was banished. Of course she was a scooter! She was meant for the miss, for the way the miss' delicate hands would turn her and the lovely places she liked to stop. From home, to Oryx Designs, to the little Indian cafe with the lovely spices and scents, to the sushi place, the book store, every bump in the road and lovely smell on her mind. She wiggled on her wheels at the thought of driving again. "V-vroom."

"Awww, what a bashful little scooter girl you are, my heart is just going to melt." She laughs in her goosey way and uses her fingers to sloowly smooth out Dee's torso. She could feel an odd bowing sensation, gently drawing her chest up and molding her shoulders into her sides until her front formed a kind of 'shield' shape, the bright purple stripe running down the center and her soft bust preserved in a gentle, extra curve just behind the turn signals. The miss was careful to mold the sleeve ends out into their proper shape as a cap to the front wheel, her arms holding rigid and her wrists fused into smooth metal. Her front wheel tilted on a little axis and she giggled as her body tipped slightly when it did. "Aww good girls like turning huh?"

"Vroom vrooommnn! Y-yes! Turrrnnnning is rrrrooommm rreally f-fun!" The girl-scooter giggled, her back seeming to sink slightly and wiggle a little under the miss' heels, harmlessly resting on the little rests sticking out of Dee's thinner sides. Soon it was just her head left, perched at the top right above her dials and speedometer. "D-does miss wanna drrrrr-drive?"

The miss giggled softly and rubbed gently at Dee's ears. "Not quite yet, I think you're almost ready though." She gently rubs over them as they stretch softly and bud into cute little handles, popping small, chromed hand breaks straight from the skin.

"Oh gosh miss p-please? I rrrreally wanna drive you!" She tried to twist her head as it stopped at the same axis as the wheel, bouncing one of her rubber gripped handles into the miss' arm.

The miss giggled again and gently rubbed on either side of Dee's face, the girl's eyes blinking as light started to pour out of each of them. "Oooh of course you do! All good girls want to drive their misses, and you're a very good girl."

Dee could hear the smile on her voice and wiggled and giggled a little more, her excitement devolving into little revving sounds as her eyes slowly shifted together and blinked open into a wide, round, single light, her smile seeming fixed as the miss very gently rubbed it into place below the light.

The miss was very much finished: a smooth blend of girl and scooter, with a very smooth purr to her engine and a bright smile on her face. Her purple head gleamed and the chrome rim around her head-light shined in the prettiest way. Her hair was soft and subtle, looking more like faux fur added for a little extra glamor to an already glamorous scooter. The subtle curves around the hub caps to look like hands, the gentle impressions of a rear just above the taillights, she even had a little heart shaped fuel tank and a smooth, silver Oryx pendant just above her front wheel. She had a small tag just below her headlight: Dee, in smooth chrome.

"There we are, what a good girl! Let's drive hmm?"

A small, tinny speaker somewhere in her form started up. "Yes miss!"

She seemed to rev even before the miss twisted the grip. She giggled and very gently steered her ride and companion to the front door. The scooter gave a happy little purr as the street lamps came on and the miss gently curved her onto the pavement, bouncing off to their favorite night club. Dee felt such pride as the miss hummed and drove, seeming to match the soft purr of her own engine with the tuneless little rhythm. She bounced softly and felt her wheels rolling, each little touch on the pavement enough to make her so happy to be moving. She stared straight ahead, focused on getting her miss to where she wanted to be, the weight of the woman, light as it may be, faded into the background as she drove.

They passed smooth, black tarmac alleys and dumpsters that seemed like frozen oil slicks and could be just as slippery with steamy vents and the small 'pat's of moisture on plastic bags. Dee zipped by easily, even enjoying the little bounce of the sidewalk and the slightly uneven tiles of concrete below her. Each little subtle lean of her miss, the slight twist of her handlebars feeling warm and gentle and they would be around a corner. Soon they could see the soft pulse of pink neon signs and the gentle thumping sound of music. Dee found herself wheeled up to a rack and left there for a moment. She gently glanced at her miss, but as the smooth black form disappeared into the club she felt the concern waning. Her miss would come out when she needed a ride, and Dee would find it all the sweeter for the wait.

As she softly mulled over her lovely existence as a scooter, she noticed a man in a jacket with tight jeans wandering over to the rack. He pulled a pair of bolt cutters and started wandering down the rows of bikes, just outside of the view or concern of the bouncers. He stopped at Dee, noticing there wasn't even a restraint on her, and seemed to laugh for a second. Dee didn't feel anything like fear, more like sadness that this man felt like he could steal her and that he needed to. Maybe he was just on hard times? Or perhaps just hasn't found a purpose yet? As a scooter, she felt a strange pity that he might be lost in the literal and metaphorical sense.

"Hello, my name is Dee! Are you lost?"

As soon as his hand touched her handle, he seemed to stop. He blinked and leaned in, glancing at the headlight for a moment. Then he dropped to his knees and ran his hand over her headlight, smiling softly.

"What a good scooter! You're so cute too!"

Dee felt a blush rising to her plastic cheeks. If she weren't remaining still for her miss to get back, she might have revved a little happy and slightly embarrassed 'vroom' of approval at the man. He giggled a little and kept softly rubbing, gently patting at her handle bars. He leaned in and nuzzled at the spot where her chest used to be, wrapping his arms around her and wiggling back and forth softly.

"You're so adorable, I wish I had a scooter just like you!"

"Th-thank you!"

Even as he spoke Dee could feel his hair flowing softly, running along her front and growing smoother, his grip a little less tight as he sat back on his knees. He giggled in a higher pitched, childish way as he looked up at her again, his full height nearly headlight level with the scooter. His face was a lot smoother and his eyes larger.

"I'll have to show you to mommy, maybe she'll get me a nice scooter just like you Dee!"

"Brandy! Brandy come here!"

"Mommy mommy! Come look at Dee! She's so cute!"

"She is, but you have to get home for bed time young lady..."

The girl ran out of Dee's sight, though she felt such a warm feeling at having been admired. Dee gave a little 'bye bye!' as the girl wandered away. She wiggled on her wheels for a moment and thought that she'd done it herself, but then noticed the soft grip on her handlebars. It was warm and fogged her head slightly with a goosy laugh.

"Well I see someone's already making friends hmm? Maybe the drive wasn't so fruitless after all. Shall we?"

"Of course miss!"

Dee felt the miss gently roll he back out of the rack and slide onto her again, starting up at the touch and purring gently as they rolled along. Her tires bounced and as she passed by, flowers would seem to bloom a little brighter and people would smile at her as they passed, at the miss too. Dee felt herself kind of drifting off as this happened, so focused on the process of driving, the lovely feelings as she bounced along. The route was there, but it was still hard to keep track of time as lost in the feelings as she was, seeming to purr in the midst of her cooing miss and the gentle touches from the woman's hand onto her smooth, shiny finish.

Then they came to another stop. The organic grocers, somehow open. The miss simply left her at the front door and gave her a little pat on the head. Dee waited, upright, smile still beaming just below her similarly beaming headlight. Just as the miss walked in, a woman with her bags was stumbling as she walked out trying to get them to her car with its rear jutting out into the street. Glanced back and forth with a little swivel of her headlight and gently rolled up behind the woman. "Hello! My name is Dee, can I help you?"

She glanced down at the little purple and black scooter and smiled, placing several of her bags down where her feet would rest if she were to ride the little scooter. "Oh thank you Dee, I'll be sure your paint is still nice and smooth and cute!"

The little scooter was visibly blushing as she followed along behind, her headlight tinged slightly pink as she stopped near the woman's car and turned on her turn signal flashers. A little speaker in her started up. "Excuse me! Please be mindful! Thank you!" She repeated this a few more times as cars carefully avoided them. The woman gently reached into one of Dee's side compartments and pulled a little towel and gently rubs the little scooter, giving her a little tingly sparkle and making her paint job just a little brighter, almost glittery as the blush in her headlight seeming to swell into a soft, neon pink shade. The woman couldn't help but giggle and pat her on her headlight before she entered her own vehicle and drove off. The miss stepped out from behind the car as it retreated.

"Goodness, I've had you for a day and you're already helping the whole neighborhood!"

"S-sorry miss!"

"No no, it's perfectly alright, in fact it is just adorable, you should do it wherever possible you cute little girl."

The miss giggled as she noted the bright pink of Dee's headlight grow a little brighter and stay that shade nearly the entire drive home. Dee gently rolled into the apartment's front door and her speaker seemed to stutter: "W-we're h-home miss!"

"Oh yes, I can see that my lovely scooter girl, what say we have a nice nap?"

Dee blinked as she could feel the miss' touch again, this time seeming to draw her into a... Standing position? She found she could actually balance on her rear wheel. It took a moment for her headlight to split softly, leaving her with a pair of softly glowing purple eyes. Her front tire softly drew apart and she could feel smooth, black gloves in their place, flexing her shiny metal wrists and feeling her arms stretch softly. She could feel her hair growing out again as her handle bars shrank back, poking out of her head like little antennae. Her chest grew slightly more pronounced, her seat sort of wiggling into a plush rear. Her smooth plastic seemed warm in certain spots, taking on a very light almost flesh-tone color as the miss drew her along. Her voice still had the slight hint of tinny, almost artificial annunciation, but her blush was very real.

"Oh g-gosh miss! Wh-what's this?"

"Now Dee, what sort of nap would it be if I couldn't have someone to cuddle?"

The scooter-girl blushed even brighter, her little glowing purple eyes roaming the halls, somehow managing to wheel her way up the stairs and into the bedroom. She squeaked as the miss tossed off her garments from another room.

"Come on now, into the sheets with you!"

"A-are you sure miss?"

"I insist!"

The little scooter girl's face was nearly candy red as she slid into bed. The miss' weight was enough to make her jump slightly.

Then Dee felt a pair of warm, clothed arms wrapping around to hers, clasping them together over her chest and drawing her in close. The miss' chin rest on her shoulder, leaning up in a way that gently rubs the buttons of her pajamas onto her companion. She gives the scooter a gentle smooch on the cheek.

"Nighty ni-ight girl."

She snuggled up, the miss' legs tangling a little over her wheel and then her breathing slowing down. Dee didn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, her glowing eyes were starting to flutter. Whether it was the miss' suggestion or herself actually feeling tired, she wasn't sure.

"G-goodnight miss."

She didn't need to move. She stared at herself in a full length mirror near the bed: on her side, wheel curled up delicately under the miss' legs, shining paint job covered in soft, red flannel fabric, her hair spilling out over the pillows and her smooth, effeminate body buffeted by sheets and pillows. Her long purple stripe was the most visible part about her, other than her shining eyes devoid of sclera and pupils but somehow soft and kind. She could see a little smile to match the miss' curl over this new... her.

She blinked softly and whispered to herself. "V-vroom." She felt her cheeks heating up again as her little breaths grew slower and slower. She couldn't wait to do it all again tomorrow.