For a moment, I thought she was asking something else. The memories of Helene suggested that shifters here are very particular about their secrets.
Considering the sheer number of humans out in the city and across this world... and the presence of advanced weaponry?
That is probably a wise choice. To stay 'undercover'.
"Secret? I'm not sure what you mean."
"I watched you... and I can see that you aren't exactly... chubby."
My expression eased as I realized it was just some innocent talk about my appetite.
A little chuckle and my toothy smirk join my response, as I pat the baggy clothes underneath this body's chest. Then I lift with both hands to show off what is under there.
"I have a rather enviable constitution. Everything I consume goes straight to here first."
The whites of her eyes widen at the bold move and statement. I drop my 'new' bosom and lean back in my seat.
"It's one of the reasons why I wear things like this when I go out."
I make up the entirely false but plausible story on the fly - and for some reason her face looks like it 'clicked'. Then... like she's a bit jealous before, finally, she blows out a sigh and walks off.
"Those are just back pain. I pity you. Your fat filled pie will be right up."
Of course she would act like that. While the young woman was certainly cute
- and she did not exactly have nothing on her front...
"Pain indeed. Bodies like this and like my original one... are just made to tempt men and infuriate women."
I mumble to no one before switching to the spirit no longer ignoring me - or I it.
> Even though all I ever wanted to do was the very opposite. Funny how that works. Of course your kind does not understand. A fox likes being chased, but not caught. And equally as important... Is this what they mean by eating your feelings? Because I might be able to eat two people's worth. It always feels great to run people and beasts around! <