JieMi arrived hours later, brutally forcing her out of the flesh of his body. But he did not enter the vicinity with their daughter in his arms, dragging her own bone-tired body — fresh from fifteen hours on the aeroplane, and a hundred years of slavery under the violent torture of their daughter's daily needs.
Instead, a blink and she'd switched with MinJae in the shower. Her new eyes had widened, fingers inches away from soaping up his dick, body wash dripping from his palm and oozing down a well-oiled semi-hard shaft. Her nipples pierced and glittered with silver. It was a confusing problem because the transformation now no longer required eight hours of deep slumber. Although she distinctly remembered—after tracing back her steps—that she'd been thinking about how nice it would be to see her JieMi again.
JieMi and Rumiko.
With great pride, Hikaru had shown the newcomer the steps to coax her into the transformation. A gentle hand on her cheek and so much adoration in his eyes was enough for her poor little heart, so weak to the whims of her soulmates, for her to transform into Amber.
She was MinJae nibbling on a banana, and all JieMi had to do was smack her ass with touchy fingers and land his teeth on her neck, nibbling on skin like a dumb bunny, for her to magically transform back into Amber with an outraged blushing hiss. Her palm had tapped his ass in return, an angry scowl on a reddening face. And he'd grinned, checked an imaginary box in his head with an adorable little laugh and a bunny smile.
"Seducing you works," was the declared triumphal cry. "You just have to blush!"
"That's too much work," Ezra had responded, bending down to take a huge bite from her banana with a chuckle. "There are easier ways." His arms wrapped around her waist, held her close so that her back was pressed to his chest, allowing for the smooth rumbles of his timbre to vibrate over her skin. Already the bond began to spread, singing through their flesh, and a shiver sped through her bones, twisting down to her clit.
"Don't steal my food," she hissed. He stuck out a gross pulpy banana-filled tongue, and she groaned, closed her eyes and sighed. "That's fucking disgusting."
The answering chuckle was too sexy for the day. And the steady throb between her legs that only grew wetter with the slide of his hand up her waist was a reminder of exactly how much sex they used to have every damn morning. Her gaze slid mournfully towards Sieon, already calculating the steps she'd have to take to get them both alone for a solid hour. Her gaze danced to the swell of his juicy bottom lip, begging for a taste.
As the only soulmate willing to risk the transformation, he was her only hope of getting any dick in the household.
"The question is, do you know how to change back?" Ezra asked, eyes calculative.
"Change back into MinJae?" she scoffed, and rolled her eyes. "Just got to keep my head away from you dicks." She turned away, and stared up at the wall. It didn't take long for her hair to grow shorter and her body a thousand times manlier. At this point, the drop of a newly formed dick was no longer an odd sensation, nor was the disappearance of her heavy, leaking breasts.
"Good job," Hikaru cheered from the side as she inspected her new body in the mirror, combing a hand through MinJae's pink locks. "That'll be handy on stage."
"But I can't control who I'll be invading for the day," she shrugged, flexing her newly formed muscles. "It's a work in progress."
"Good progress," Ezra assured with a hand to her shoulder, and his arm around her waist. He was touchier when she was MinJae, didn't seem to mind him just as much as the other men. "We hardly have time on the big day to prepare. You'll be able to stand in for choreography, stage outfit, blocking and meetings just in case things do get better."
Her lips twitched. She'd spent most of the week on a seat and later stood for blocking. But humming a soft tune and mouthing the lyrics for tech, later became actual singing with dancers practicing right behind her live on stage.
The first time she'd performed JieMi's solo and then MinJae's an hour later had their mouths hanging open. They'd spent a good half of the song gawking, staff included. She'd flushed, scratched her head.
'It's muscle memory and my own obsession with the song,' was her quick assurance. 'I'm not actually a performance genius. I'm pretty sure I'd fuck it up if you wanted me to rap. Singing is easier because the muscles are already there.'
'Singing is easy?' was Hikaru's indignant squawk. 'You did not just say that!'
'I'm going to murder you,' was Oliver's response to that, his hands already running up her sides in a tickle and she barked out a laugh. 'You sing better than MinJae!'
'Fuck,' she'd hissed giving him a glare, 'don't tell him that, please. I'm just the more confident, fuck-it-all version of him. That's why I sound different. I potentially still have everyone's collective muscle memory sitting in my throat. It's no big deal when you're pumped full with temporary experience,' she shrugged. 'Trust me, y'all could do it too.'
'You've got some talent, love,' had been Casper's answer to that, 'do not underestimate your own potential.'
Which led her here, made pretty for a concert that night and bouncing on her heels in the outfit of a singer, his dance belt wedged firmly up her ass and her balls pressed tight to her groin. The adrenaline and fear bubbled in her chest, and she spent most of her time on her phone staring at the lyrics. It didn't matter if she fucked up. There was always a backtrack just for her that played all her lines just in case she missed them, but it helped to go over everything.
"It's no longer 'standing in'," Amber muttered to Ezra, "I'm performing."
"You're one of us now, baby," Ezra shrugged, shoulders bumping against hers. "It's a cool look."
"We're colleagues," Oliver grinned, rubbing her shoulder. "Isn't that really fun for our number one fan?"
"I guess it's bring-your-girlfriend-to-work-day," she answered with a nod. Then smiled sheepishly at them, twisting her fingers together. "You're right. It is cool to experience what everyone does for work." She gave him a half-hearted smile and felt the wrack of her emotions spin through her soul.
It was an odd mixture of excitement and guilt, and they twisted deep within her gut for taking the place of another. And so, when MinJae finally arrived in a limousine that afternoon with their baby in tow, she couldn't help but pray for the change to remain. The excitement for a performance, a genuine burst of intense creativity and inspiration, was so much greater than the need for normalcy and motherhood.
But she ran straight towards him when he entered the door, her arms wide for a baby that made her feel as if she were on the edge of a psychic fit and yet had her heart yearning for her milky devil. She took the child from his exhausted arms and smiled through strange tears at the little girl that seemed a hundred times prettier than before.
God it was wild to look at the being that brought her so much pain and yet be filled with such deep longing and relief that she couldn't help herself from cuddling Rumiko close to her chest. The deep warmth and need to protect her already filling her chest the moment her eyes landed on the baby. She found herself measuring the length of Rumiko's hair, and bouncing her weight in her arms, looking for growth that she had missed. And was that a little milky tooth peeking out of her gums?
"No hugs for me?" MinJae had teased in her body, looking deeply exhausted and grimy with the gunk of yesterday, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. And yet there was no change, nor was there a switch, much to everyone's chagrin. Even MinJae seemed a little put off staring longingly at her body with a strange bloodshot insanity.
"It was tough, wasn't it?" she murmured to him, but her eyes remained on the child, too absorbed in memorising the face of her baby who seemed to be unable to figure her out. The child appearing mildly confused. She laughed, tapped a finger on Rumiko's nose, and jiggled the fat of her puffy little arms. "She was a naughty little girl?"
"The naughtiest," he agreed with a sigh, and there was pain in his enflamed eyes, veiny with exhaustion. "She wanted the entire package. I've been bouncing her for a good ten hours up and down the plane. She had the audacity to crap herself all up her shirt. I think I almost lost my goddamn mind."
She glanced up then heard the wetness of tears burning in his throat, his hands moving to his teeth, fidgeting with his anxiety.