She felt almost like a child again. Mischievous. It was an impulse decision, to come here, strip down and hop into his bed. But, it was going to be fun.
Raven tensed, and lifted the sheets a little, just to make sure her transformation was flawless. Yep. Nipple, belly, ties. All pink, nothing blue. She figured she should lie in a suggestive way once he came to his room, so she rearranged her position to be more brave. Lying on her left side, Raven waited, excited. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to wage war on her entrails, and she tensed again. Why, why couldn't she just relax her muscles? She had after all managed to do this constantly for the greater part of her life; keeping her normal appearance at all possible times...
The door opened, and Eric entered.
"Well... this is a surprise", he said, almost plainly, as he closed the door behind him.
"The nice kind?" she returned.
Eric looked at her for a moment, then said:
"Get out Raven. I want to go to bed."
He walked around said bed and continued to speak.
"Maybe in a few years."
So, a woman, not her half-aging self, eh? She didn't even have to put any effort into that and fluently transformed into an older version of the female body she had created to wear publicly.
"How about now?" she asked him, feeling superior as he could suggest her to turn into who ever he fancied, and she'd be able to perform it. Whatever that handsome man desired, she could play it...
But what he said next surprised her.
"Well, since you can transform into any one... Be Charles for me!"
His eyes beamed, and he looked intimidated.
"What? Are you joking?" she asked him, feeling frustrated that he would not take the moment more seriously.
"No, no. I am actually... Ahem, homosexual. But the feeling is not mutual. He told me off earlier today, when he caught me... eh. Thinking about him in inappropriate ways."
"You are?" she asked plainly, feeling quite disappointed.
"Well, yes. Now, if you would be kind?"
"No, do you even hear yourself saying this? Y- Ugh!" she exclaimed, reached for her bathrobe, got out of bed and stormed out of the room.
Behind the forcefully slammed door, Eric sniffed miserably. He was never going to find comfort, was he?