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MerMay Epilogue
🕑 Added 2023-05-04 00:25:30 +0000 UTCEpilogue
Maraĵa stood there, staring at Thusitha. The amazonian woman was currently wearing a dress that flowed around her figure in a breathtaking way, but, well… it also looked like the sort of thing Maraĵa couldn’t possibly ever afford. Which meant Thusitha was severely overdressed for her dinner plans.
“Forgot how good I look in a dress, did you?” Thusitha asked, leaning against the wall of her new suite.
Their new suite, Thusitha had said the night before, though Maraĵa’s mind hadn’t been overly focused on living arrangement plans as she’d followed her girlfriend towards the queen sized bed. There were definitely benefits to dating the head of resort security, beyond the fact that Thusitha was that head.
“I—well, yes,” Maraĵa mumbled at last, taking another good look at her. “You look so good in a suit it’s easy to forget you can also look that good in a dress. It’s just… well, I know I promised to buy you dinner, but I don’t know if I can afford somewhere good enough for that sort of dress.”
Thusitha walked over and leaned down to place a hand on Maraĵa’s chin. “I dress how I feel like dressing. In this case, I felt like dressing up for you, not for a bunch of other people at a restaurant.”
“Oh… w—well, if you really mean that, I was thinking about a cute cafe over on Majorca?” Maraĵa mumbled, blushing as she stared at Thusitha’s lips.
“Sounds lovely, little shark,” Thusitha replied, kissing her on the forehead.
-
The date went better than Maraĵa had dared to hope, with how simple of a cafe she’d chosen. Eyes turned to take in the pair of them, having both ended up a bit overdressed when Maraĵa had scrambled to find her best dress to wear for Thusitha’s sake. Or, maybe it was the way Thusitha looked like a goddess visiting the earth with her statuesque proportions, while Maraĵa was a shark girl.
Either way, they turned heads, and Maraĵa saw enough envy in the eyes of passersby to gain a nice little confidence boost.
She’d also gotten to learn about how there’d been a tigress of a woman in the club the night Thusitha had properly asked her out. Presidential bodyguards were able to take a pill to tell their nanites to stay human for a few hours when they were on the job.
“It makes sizing equipment and such easier when you don’t have to worry about tails and the like,” Thusitha explained. “I was lucky that I don’t mind being human, since thee pills apparently tasted horrible.”
“Well, there goes any plans I had to becoming a presidential guard,” Maraĵa replied with a giggle.
-
Waking up the next morning, Maraĵa was curled up against Thusitha, using that delightful chest as a pillow. However… it felt off right now. Less soft that it had.
Rolling slightly, she realised it was because Thusitha was currently male. Also, awake and looking slightly flustered.
“H—hey,” he mumbled.
“Morning,” Maraĵa said, blinking herself awake as she sat up.
An awkward silence hovered over them for a few moments, before Maraĵa managed to find something to add.
“So, you still change.”
Thusitha nodded. “I do. I probably always will.”
Maraĵa gave him a quick once over. “There’s definitely worse things you could turn into.”
She then lay back down, cuddled up against him. He could definitely still give good hugs. She was also pretty sure she could extract some gender affirmation from his male days, even if the attraction was subdued.
“Are you ok with my attraction to you only being part time?” Maraĵa asked, tilting her head to look up at him.
He blushed slightly. “I—well… I’ve always had a bit of a thing for shark girls, so… yes. I am quite fine with it, little shark.”
