Prompt: Something takes your characters completely out of their comfort zone. A camping trip. Moving to a new place. Attending a conference with hundreds of strangers. A feast at the palace when they've never been before. Be creative. Whatever it is, it's new. Is it exciting? Is it uncomfortable? Let us know! (Up to 500 Words)

My Word Count: 500

Pairing(s): None?

Character(s): Dahlia Hawthorne, Phoenix Wright

This was something she should have gotten her sister to do. Unfortunately, in order to keep up their ruse, Iris had to stay at the temple on Eagle Mountain every so often so that nun that took care of her wouldn't get suspicious. That meant that Dahlia was stuck here, in a stuffy dorm room at Ivy University, with her 'boyfriend'.

She sat rigidly on the bed, her back against the wall, and stared at the blank TV across the room. Phoenix was down in the common room popping some corn. She wasn't nervous; Phoenix was gullible and he would do anything she asked. It was easy to manipulate him, and besides, she knew her goody-two shoes sister never would have given him what most college aged guys really wanted—she was too much of a prude—so Dahlia wasn't worried about that either. Still, she had other things to do and would have preferred being anywhere but there.

When she heard the door beginning to open she put her sweet face on. "You're finally back, Feenie," she said.

Phoenix smiled that goofy smile at her as he entered and sat down, setting the popcorn on his bedside table. She watched him press a button on the TV remote and a movie began to play on the TV.

She turned to the TV to focus on the movie. The sooner it was over the sooner she could leave. She ignored Phoenix for the most part, until he slipped an arm around her shoulders. He seemed rather confident, so she let it happen. Iris wasn't so much a prude that she would forbid something like that.

He shifted beside her, but she continued to ignore him. Then he leaned over and kissed her neck. She jumped and pulled away from him. She only just managed not to glare at him, instead forcing a girly giggle from her lips. "Feenie," she said, "what are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Kissing you?" he said, before leaning in again, his lips connecting with her neck.

She pushed her shoulder up, crinkling her neck. "Stop it, Feenie," she said.

He pulled away. "Now you're shy?"

"I'm just not… ready yet, you know."

Phoenix gave her a strange look. "You were plenty ready the other night."

Dahlia blinked. Was he lying? He had to be lying. But why would he? It was just them, and he thought she was Iris. So Iris wasn't as much of a prude as she'd thought.

He leaned in again, and Dahlia allowed him to peck her on the lips. "I'd rather not tonight," she said again.

He looked a little disappointed, but no way was she going through with that. Not with him. It was bad enough him touching and kissing her, it made her shudder. The thought that her sister had gone farther made her more than uncomfortable.

She didn't think they would be switching back again anytime soon. She would let Iris enjoy herself. For now.