"Thanks..." Kelly whispers, grinning nervously from ear to ear as she practically squirms with excitement where she stands. She grips my hand ever tighter, her palms growing sweaty from the anxiety bubbling up inside her.
"We just need to sign... thing... I think, to make things all legal and stuff for the new... you" she states, simply eliciting a nod and a warm smile from me as my stomach grumbles distractingly. "Once we're done we can... can..." she muses, trailing off as her eyes dart around in deep thought. It's as though she is searching for the answer to come to her, to find it floating around the front desk or behind the counter.
"Ma'am..." calls the chubby young man as he plods back over to us, two plain-looking folders in his pudgy grip. He places one folder in front of each of us, one labelled
'Kelly Richards'
As he slides the other in front of me my eyes go wide, my heart hammering so hard in my chest I can hear it in my ears. With my free hand I reach up, pointing to the label as I look at a deeply nervously Kelly.
'Evelyn Richards'
"Are we..." I whimper, stepping closer to her as I lock eyes to the brunette beside me. Kelly's face burns a deep tomato red, her mouth hanging open as she blabbers ineffectively through the nerves.
"I... yes... I mean no, not ye... We still need..." she wheezes, looking between me and the folder before whipping hers open and pointing to the front page. I stop my movement forward inches from her face, inhaling deeply of the sweet and delicious scent clinging to her before turning to folder.
Sitting on top, resting in the folder before even the receipt for the services rendered, sits a marriage certificate. Her name sits at the tops, my new one resting just beneath it with the maiden name 'Summers'. Kelly's folder is far slimmer than my own, though certainly thicker than most. While most who use the program or the Swap Clinic in general use broad and vague descriptors that cover numerous traits she had chosen each and every aspect at a granular level, resulting in a sizeable list for her pages of receipts.
"We don't have to..." she sighs, trying to focus and get the words out right as she speaks as slow as possible. "We can... just see how it..." she continues, her lips falling silent as I give them another more pressing purpose.
Draping my arms around her neck I let us linger in an embrace for a drawn out and heady moment, relishing not only the event we were sealing with the smooch but also being able to lean against her as a support for my aching body.
As I come up for air I gaze lovingly at Kelly, whatever she had done to my mind with all those trades making it nigh impossible to think of my life without her.
"I do..." I whisper in her ear, giggling as I hear her reply with a whimpering and stifled moan. Staggering back to standing on my own I reach out, taking a pen from the counter and quickly signing the paper. My eyes go wide and my hand slows as I get halfway through the signature, a twitch overtaking my cheek as I stare at the completely strange and new flowery cursive signature adorning the page.
"I... I like calligraphy..." Kelly whispers in an embarrassed fashion, quickly taking a pen herself before signing her own part of the certificate. "And cursive is... pretty..."
Taking a deep breath I let my hand return to it's work, racing through the last of signature with a series of perfectly formed swoops and loops. As the paper is signed the attendant quickly snatches it away, making a quick scan before passing it back to us.
"Congratulations you two..." he drones, his voice lacking any sort of joy for the occasion. "Do you need any..."
"No!" Kelly squeaks, standing up tall as she grabs my folder and hers from the counter. "No we're good, my wife and I are good..." she continues, her nervous expression soon losing out to the downright blissful smile spreading across her lips.
"O...kay" the attendant mutters, cocking an eyebrow. "Your payment has already been processed, your wife's new documents are in that folder so don't lose..." he explains, his sentence falling off as I feel my arm suddenly get pulled away behind me.
Staggering and stumbling, my joints howling in discomfort and pain, I find myself being dragged towards the door by Kelly. Hearing my yelps of pain she quickly slows, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close as she passes the folder to me.
"Can you hold that for me... dear?" she asks, her lips quivering and she tries out a pet name for the first time. I nod and smile warmly in response, burying my head into the brunettes shoulder and neck as I feel her shiver and practically melt.
As we slowly approach the doors she pulls up the umbrella, the small shield of black plastic only causing me to hold my slender shrunken form closer to her as I feel her breath quicken.
Stepping out onto the street for the first time is simply disorienting, the world around me feeling and looking different while still be objectively identical to the one I had seen on my walk to the Swap Clinic earlier in the day. I'm forced to blink rapidly as I try to reconcile the dissonant sensations as my old memories clash with my current experience.
Kelly simply stands still through all this, becoming lost in thought once again as she tries to formulate a plan. My stomach growls embarrassingly once more, causing my own cheeks to burn as I press the folder over my tight taut belly.
"Sorry..." I coos softly, my sweet and sultry tones dripping with hunger and exhaustion. "I'm just..."
"Hungry..." Kelly finishes my thought, looking around before something clicks in her head. "The studio! Victor always brings in donuts from his shift... assuming Molly did come in and scoop 'em all up before..."
"Donuts are good" I chirps sleepily, nuzzling in close as I listen to the pitter patter of the rain against the umbrella. I scrunch up my nose a little, my gunked up gears of my tired mind struggling to turn. "I mean... I think they're... they should be... right?"
"I...um..." Kelly responds, hemming and hawing as she tries to remember what she had done to me without looking at the receipt in her folder. "Yeah yeah... should be... let's just..." she croaks nervously, guiding me down the street with her hand at my waist.
As we trudge down the footpath, Kelly holding me close and me using her as support, I can't help but let out a girlish giggle. I listen as she whispers under her breath, her words just barely audible despite her best efforts.
"Married... I'm married... I just started college... and I'm married... to a goddess...to a damn goddess... but still... married..." she wheezes, the reality of what she had just done seeming to sink in all at once. Her heart races, the thumping and fluttering reaching my ears as I rest on her shoulder.
"Calm down sweetie..." I coo lazily, my soft voice barely more than a whisper. I clutch at her hand with mine, wrapping m fingers to entwine with hers as we both hold the umbrella.
"Swe..." she chokes, taken aback by the name. "Sweetie? Did you just call me..." she squeaks, her words going in one ear and out another as I doze off into a dream-like trance.
I squirm and pull myself close to Kelly, the action silencing her faster than my words ever could. With my eyes close I give her a weak yet impish smirk before slumping my head back against her shoulder as I coo. "Food sweetie... I'll call you anything you want, I just need some food..."
I quickly lose track of time during the walk, the warmth of the young woman beside me and the exhaustion from having my body forcefully reformed lulling me to sleep. If it weren't for the fact I still had to walk I would have merely taken a nap on the curb, the constant motion and the though of the food at the end of it keeping me moving.
Suddenly, I'm roused from my pseudo-sleep as my rest is broken by the sound of chiming bells.
"Eleven..." I whine, stretching up from Kelly's shoulder as a curtain of lush loose coppery hair tumbles in front of my face.
"What?" Kelly squeaks, looking down at my mildly disheveled state before quickly reaching over to try and right my hair. As she moves, the umbrella twists and turns, the wind catching it as the icy rain begins to pelt the two of us. I squeal as I feel it against my hands and face, the overly sensitive and recently remade skin stinging under the frigid barrage.
Quickly catching my reaction Kelly moves to hold the umbrella up once again, pulling her hand from my waist to quickly part my fringe.
"It's... it's eleven..." I say with a shiver, the cold biting at me as I shuffle back into Kelly's embrace in order to leech her of her warmth. "The bells sound different each hour..." I explain, my words slowing as I come to a realization. "We're..."
"At Lathem, yeah..." Kelly explains, beginning our shared stride once more as I look around in a frenzy. "My studio is..."
"I can't... what if... I can't let my old students see me like... oh god, what if my colleagues..." I whimper, my gaze darting down to the well-filled black turtleneck and the slender from beneath me. For the first time I notice the item of clothing encasing my legs, a long dark brown pleated maxi skirt providing surprisingly cozy protection of my long slender legs.
Kelly can't help but giggle at my reaction, tugging me along beside her as we approach the student center. Looking around I find the outside surprisingly sparse, the usual groups of students on the lawns hiding away from the rain someplace else. The old red brick building with white plaster skirting looms overhead, the sound of light pop music reaching out beyond the open double doors.
"You really think they'd recognize you?" Kelly chuckles, her hand reaching down awkwardly as her words take on a more nervous character. "Mr. Hughes didn't have... uh... such a nice... a nice butt..." she flounders, struggling to flirt before giving my tight pert rear a quick squeeze.
I let out a gasp as I feel her fingers press into my yielding flesh, chills and shuddering bolts sending my heart racing at her touch. I practically purr in her ear in response, the nervous young woman quickly returning her hand back to my waist.
"No no darling" I coos, whispering in her ear as my hot breath tickles at her neck. "No need to...to..." I try to continue, my hunger for Kelly soon being overpowered by a more pressing and real hunger as the scent of sugar and butter reaches my nostrils.
Whipping my head around I spot it, a metal trolley sitting by the front desk. My dry mouth, despite my dehydration, begins to drool at the sight of the cart. Old and cold pancakes sit piled high on paper plates, the weekly outdoor breakfast likely having next to no turnout due to the weather.
I bolt for the trolley, leaving Kelly to race after me. Despite being a little shorter than her and deeply tired I manage to rapidly outpace the artsy brunette, my long and powerful legs leaving me bounding through the door and zooming straight to the front office desk.
As I snatch up a plate, cramming the soggy syrup soaked dough into my maw, I hear someone clear their throat behind the counter. Gagging a little, taking a giant bite to help close my mouth around the mass of butter and fried batter, I turn to look at the Indian woman in her early thirties sitting behind the front desk.
"Can I see your student card?" she huffs, a slight accent clinging to her words.
I stare at her dumbly, having never needed a student card in the past. Linda had never asked me this before, no matter how many plates I had taken from the trolley to gorge myself on back at the office. As we lock eyes it finally sinks into my addled mind, the lack of recognition in her stare hurting for a moment as I struggle to fight back tears.
"She... Can she use mine?" Kelly calls out, panting a little from the sprint.
"No..." Linda groans, looking between the two of us as I continue to fight back the urge to cry and choke down my mouthful of pancake.
"Why... well why not... I'm a student and..." Kelly squeaks, taking a step forwards to get between me and the woman resting on her arms behind the desk.
"Look, that one she has can be your one" Linda states, nodding back to me "but it's one per student, so..."
"Can I be ashtudent..." I splutter, gagging a little on my last few words as I'm quickly forced to pat my own back. Kelly darts back, rubbing between my shoulders warmly as I cough up a few pieces of pancake that I'd managed to inhale.
"What did you..." Linda grumbles, scowling as I spit up the pancake on the cheap navy blue carpet beneath me.
"A student, can I be a stude..." I ask again, my eyes watering and growing red.
"Sure" Linda says with a shrug, leaning back in her seat. "Then you'd get a second pancake, I'm just going to need some ID."
My heart sinks at the request, my hands flying down to my nonexistent pockets in search for a wallet I no longer owned. In my panic I watch as Kelly smirks, snatching the folder from my hands and quickly fishing out the driver's license inside.
"Will this work for her?" Kelly asks, sliding the small plastic rectangle across the counter.
Linda gives it a quick look over, her gaze darting between the picture and my own reddened face. Looking down at the address in the bottom she types it into the computer, a printer beneath the desk firing up as forms are rapidly printed.
"What do you want to..."
"Fine arts!" both Kelly and I call out simultaneously, the response causing my eyes to go wide and Kelly to grin with delight.
"I only needed to hear it from her" Linda huffs, typing something more as the printer whirs through another few pages of paper. Whimpering a little I approach the counter, Kelly soon swooping in to gentle hold my hand as Linda places a pile of sheets before me.
"Do I..." I begin to ask, the older woman shaking her head as she cuts me off.
"Get these back to us before the end of the month" Linda grumbles, pushing the dozen or so sheets of paper over to me. "For now just use the schedule on top to find classes you're interested in and just put those codes on your forms."
"But what about..." Kelly begins to ask before Linda simply cuts her off too.
"And yes, you can have another pancake" Linda snaps, spinning her chair to face the brick-like desktop as though to end the conversation.
Kelly quickly huffs at the rude staff member, snatching up the forms and the ID before placing them back into the folder. She whips about, grabbing a few plates of pancakes before passing them to me in defiance of Linda's direction.
Beaming with pride at her actions Kelly quickly returns to placing her arm around my waist, guiding me out of the building as I stare up at her lovingly. The perfect moment is only made a little awkward as I cram the pancakes into my mouth one after another.
The walk across the campus isn't all that bad, the carbs, fats and sugars bubbling away in my flat stomach seeming to restore me much like a good nap. Humming and sighing happily I wrap myself around Kelly's arm, pulling it from my waist as I press my chest into her and let my breast squeeze against her upper arm.
The brunette begins to stammer and breath heavily, fidgeting with her seemingly painfully tight shorts as we approach the arts annex.
"Why are we still going to..." I begin to ask, a deep yawn escaping my lips as I find the urge to sleep begin to rapidly creep back and claw at the corners of my waking mind.
"I need..." Kelly croak, swallowing hard as she fights back her own mounting and distracting arousal. "I just need to grab my supplies and my bag... Maybe a few donuts as well" she explains, smirking at the thought of being the provider she had just made herself back in the office.
"Why do you need your art stuff?" I whine, the drowsiness leaving me a little cranky as we climb the steep muddy hill up to the oddly designed building resting at the top. "Don't you just come here to..."
"I'm taking it to your place" Kelly states nervously, lowering her head a little as if in anticipation of a negative response. "I was just thinking... you have your study, but maybe it could be... our... studio?" she squeaks, obviously pained as she braces for the response.
I pause for a moment, searching for my usual desire for personal space but instead finding myself growing giddy and delighted at her suggestion. Beaming excitedly I nod at her, my lip twitching a little as the concern at my mangled mind seeps through as just a fragment of my overall joyous expression.
"Okay" I chirp excitedly, snuggling in close to her as we walk under the overhang if the second floor lounge. Kelly doesn't respond with words, her body instead shaking and jittering excitedly as a shrill squeal escapes her lips.
"I can't believe this..." she squeaks under her breath. "Fuck... shit... oh my god, I'm in..."
"Hey Kel!" shouts a soothing and full female voice, the tone ringing deeply through a mouthful of some sort of food. Looking up at the door I look over at a woman in her early twenties with long brown hair, wearing paint-spattered jeans and towering over both me and Kelly.
I'm forced to crane my head up quite a bit to meet her in the eyes, her steely blue-gray eyes momentarily darting down to me as Kelly wave to the woman. Her nose is rather pronounced, a slight bend in the bridge evidencing some former break.
The woman has a slight tan, a line on her long arms indicating her normally rather fair complexion. Her long dark brown hair frays out in a mild mess that reaches down to the small of her back, the majority of it having been pinned back behind her with a black wooden headband. Behind her ears rest a small yet finely sharpened pencil and an expensive-looking fine liner pen. Her slender torso is covered in an extremely loose maroon t-shirt, paint splotches and small holes littering the attire and revealing her tattooed pale flesh beneath.
In her arms rest three boxes of donuts, the top contain already having been opened and is clearly missing over half the sugar-coated treats.
"Hey Molly!" Kelly shouts back, the happiness in her voice slipping as she notices the boxes. "Hey! No, not today!" Kelly shouts with an adorable pout.
The tall young woman, cocks a bushy eyebrow at the younger brunette before looking down at the boxes with a shrug.
"Vic said I could help myself so I..." she states with a sly grin, pausing for a moment as she looks to me in a less than passing fashion. Her gaze has an odd sense of recognition, her eyes going wide for a moment and her lips parting before returning to Kelly with a smirk.
"I'll give ya a box..." she states, shuffling out one of the sealed ones on the bottom part way before nodding to me. "Just tell me somethin' first, who's little red over here?"
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