Random Roleplays

Philips and Morpheus meet pt:3

He regains his composure and smiles. "I didn't realize you were camouflaging scars yesterday, that's all."

She looks down at her collar bone and sees the scars from the 'suckies' are exposed. She quickly has their skin tone fade into the rest of her body. She looks at Morpheus and laughs nervously, " yah, sorry you had to see that."

"I'm not though. 7 years of torture. If you think it's hard being short for a human, then it's hell being my height as a shifter. The average height for a woman of my species is as tall as you. And you're over 2 feet taller than me! These aren't honorable! They're echoes that'll never die, I'm surprised that that didn't finish me off right when I was born."

She looks down at her wrists and imagines the shackles that were around them were on her again.

He frowned. "Why would they kill you for being short? I don't see anything wrong with your height."

She smirks in memory of those that she had killed, " then you don't know my people. They believed in strength, and that reflected their hight. And being short was a sign of weakness. If the child was born light and small, it meant it was underdeveloped. This vary thought started a four sided war that wiped us almost clean." She looks at him and smiles, "but hey, you can't change what hapened can you? You can only choose what you do about it, right?"

He smiled. "Very true. But if you were capable of wiping out most of your own race, I find it hard to believe that you were weaker than they were. Seems to me you're a lot stronger."

She a combination of a sigh and a chuckle.

"yah well, it was only later that I found out why. But any hoo! What's this?" She asks looking at the dress.

He picks it up so she can see it. "It's your outfit," he says with a grin.

Her eyes sparkle "it's so cute!" She grins full of joy and excitement.

He grins and tips his hat, then leaves the room, closing the door.

She tears her clothes off and puts on her new outfit and notices that something is wrong. Her breasts won't fit. Surprised, she shifts them small enough to fit before putting her other clothes in her syladex and walks out of the room blue in embarrassment.

Morpheus smiles as she steps out.

"I see you found the door all right," he says, then notices the slight blue tint to her face.

"Is something wrong?"

She nods and mumbles something before going bluer.

He tilts his head. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you. Is it something about the outfit?" He scans her, but she seems to fit it all right.

She nods and repeats herself louder, "the chest is too small."

He immediately understands, and smirks slightly. "Ah. I can fix it for you, but you'll have to tell me how far I need to... expand it." Seeing her expression, he smiles. "No need to show me, just... give me an estimate in inches."

Her blush goes deeper as she replies, "36."

He nods. "All right. I'll get that fixed. But I'll need it back... do you mind wearing something else for an hour or so?"

She calms down and replies, " I don't mind. And, I'm sorry to trouble you."

He smiles. "It's no trouble, I'm the one who estimated wrong. I'll go get you something else to wear."

He strides off towards his room, and the closet attached where he stashed clothes he made for the fun of it. There had to be something in there with a 36 inch top.