A shiver of disgust runs through from head to toe as Alex’s hand gently cos to rest on my chest and his voice grows even sweeter and warr.
He doesn’t add anything else, but he doesn’t need to — the ssage is crystal clear.
I never doubted that Alex had those kinds of tastes from the very first mont I saw him, so I’m not even that surprised. But still...
«Take your hand off or I’ll cut it off!» I growl, shooting him a glare.
Alex jerks it back instantly with an annoyed expression, wearing the classic sulky pout of a woman who’s just been rejected.
«I thought that after all the won you’ve had, you might be interested in trying sothing a bit... different. You know, I can do things with my mouth that no woman you’ll ever fuck could possibly match,» Alex winks, flashing a smile and a disgustingly lascivious look.
«You disgust ,» I snap flatly.
«Oh, you’re so old-fashioned, Jace...» he mutters. «Anyway, as a dark emissary, I’m neither male nor female. But if you don’t like my more masculine side, if you’re afraid that giving yourself to like this might sohow affect your virility, then I can offer you my femininity...»
And as he says this, Alex’s body begins to change noticeably. The changes are minimal, and yet... fuck, those few alterations are enough to turn him into a woman!
His face remains almost identical — the feminine traits were already evident before — but now his blond hair has grown even longer, and his chest has swelled exaggeratedly beneath the long black coat. I hate to admit it... but she’s turned into an undeniably attractive woman! Damn it... and to think that just a mont ago he looked more like a man. That’s sothing I can’t just ignore just because now she’s insanely hot — I’m not a big fan of won who used to be n; I prefer those who were born with a pussy!
«From the look on your face, it seems you’ve finally changed your mind about , Jace,» Alex murmurs, now with an unmistakably female voice.
«Forget it — I’m not changing my mind about you just because you look a little more like a woman than before. And anyway, I hope this whole act is your own idea and not sothing John asked you to do to convince to join you — the thought that he might think I’d let myself be seduced by a freak of nature like you gives the chills,» I reply firmly, even though sothing inside wavers.
If Alex had shown up like this from the start, I would never, ever have imagined it was him... or her — I don’t even know how to define her anymore. I would have fallen straight into her trap, and just thinking about it makes my blood run cold... and my ass clench.
«No, John knows nothing, don’t worry, and whatever might ever happen between us will remain our little secret. From now on, when you’re around, I’ll keep this form — I’m sure you’ll get used to it quickly and forget about that other . In any case, I’ll still help you look for that brat — consider it a gift,» Alex whispers, caressing my chest again.
This ti too I tell her to take her hand off , though with a mont’s delay compared to before. Fuck, I’m ashad of myself...
«Co on, tell about this little friend of yours — if you don’t tell , it’s hard to find her,» Alex sneers.
«Her na is lania Narkhalis — a twelve-year-old girl who looks no younger than sixteen. She has long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a pink streak that falls in front of her left eye. When she disappeared, she was wearing a short T-shirt, shorts, and a cap. That’s it.»
«Narkhalis... a pink streak falling in front of her eye... interesting,» Alex repeats, far too suspiciously, with a not-very-reassuring grin.
«What’s strange about that?» I ask, intrigued by her reaction.
«Nothing, nothing...» she murmurs, shrugging casually, even though it’s obvious she’s hiding sothing from — but this isn’t the ti to waste on such subtleties.
So Alex pulls out her phone, and in the minutes that follow she launches into a barrage of calls, ticulously describing the missing girl, lingering far too conspicuously on the surna and the detail of the pink streak, as if those were the only two important things about lania. This whole situation slls worse and worse — I’m almost regretting asking that dark emissary for help.
Honestly, I’m not even very confident that we’ll actually manage to find her. The possibility that lania is really wandering aimlessly sowhere around New York, while plausible, seems rather unrealistic to .
My pessimism about the outco of the search is through the roof, which is precisely why I’m completely taken aback when, not even ten minutes after Alex’s first call, she gets contacted again by one of her lackey, who reports the presence of a girl perfectly matching lania’s description in the parking lot of a pier near Twelfth Avenue.
Damn it... that woman really pulled it off, and in record ti at that — in the end, asking her for help turned out to be the right move, despite my initial skepticism! That... woman?! Shit, I’m already starting to think of Alex as a woman — disgusting...
Anyway, Twelfth Avenue is only a couple of kiloters from here — perfect, the matter has been resolved in the best possible way. I can’t wait to retrieve that stupid brat and notify Naomi — I’m sure she’ll know how to reward my effort properly, if you know what I an... and who knows, maybe even Britney will be impressed enough by my perseverance and dedication to the cause to give an unforgettable night. But I suppose fantasizing about a threeso with Naomi and her aunt is just a waste of ti and deluding myself for nothing.
And yet, even though things seem to be on the verge of being resolved in the best possible way... I can’t get that strange fixation Alex has with the surna Narkhalis and lania’s pink streak out of my head. There’s definitely sothing going on, I’m sure of it — but what?
Whatever it is, I imagine I’ll find out soon enough... and above all, it doesn’t promise anything good at all.
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