Apr. 1: Xzotic - Afternoon shift.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Like at most places, at Xzotic you started with the shifts no one else wanted. Then when you proved yourself you were given a chance at better hours. The new girls usually worked the slower afternoon shifts, the veterans having earned their spots in the evenings performances.

And Colette was very, very new. She still hadn't been able to come up with many routines, still working out the kinks. But that's partly why she was there; to watch the other girls and get a feel for the place. Dressed in a tight white t-shirt (that was now partially see-through) and booty shorts she wasn't entertaining but doing some "research", the few clientèle around meaning she wouldn't get much action even if she were looking for it.

[Rima Faheed]

Rima was still new enough that she was already there, getting ready for her shift and hanging around the bar in case she got lucky and one of the few patrons wanted a private dance. She's sporting her usual attire of nothing except strategically placed scales and chitinous growth imitating knee-high boots. Spotting Colette she makes her way over.

"Hey. You're the new girl, right?"

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Enh?" Colette said, a little surprised to be noticed. "Ah, oui, I mean, yes. Je... my name is Colette."

She looked Rima over a bit, her eyes wide and childlike. "Increable."

[Rima Faheed]

"God damn you're adorable and perky." Rima says as the gooey girl turns around and she gets a good look at her. "I can already see my bottom-line shrinking." she smirks.

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Oh, I'm sorry." Colette said. She genuinely looked a little sad over the idea that she might end up taking money away from someone else. Such a shy girl with that French baby doll accent, some guys would totally eat her up. Possibly literally depending how she tasted.

[Rima Faheed]

"Oh relax." she laughs. "Unless you can split yourself into more of you..." she adds, eyeing Colette.

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Not zat I know of." Colette said, tilting her head a bit. "Like how cells reproduce? I do not really know. I have never tried it. I would zink having an exact double would be a lot of trouble zough. Who gets ze bed and who sleeps on ze couch?"

[Rima Faheed]

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetie. But you are going to do great here. Already got people checking you out." she grins with a nod to somewhere behind Colette.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette looked behind her, blushing when she saw a few heads turn away and moreso when she saw those that didn't.

"Zis is so new to me. Back home I was mocked and teased because of how I look. And here people are willing to pay money just to watch me dance."

She looked up at Rima. "Oh, please excuse me. I have been so selfish! Please, sit and tell me your name."

[Rima Faheed]

"I'm Rima. Although when I'm on stage my name's Velvet. And you'd be surprised what people pay money to see." she smirks, clicking her mandibles.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette ooh'd softly, fascinated by Rima's distinct... appendages.

"Oh, zat means I must zink of a stage name as well."

[Rima Faheed]

"Well you don't have to but some patrons can get a little... you know... so why risk telling them your real name."

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Zat is true. You do not know who you may meet."

Colette leaned over the table, a few bubbles rising slowly inside of her, though she was much more like a living piece of jello than a pile of slime. "Tell me more about yourself Miss Rima. If we are to be working togezer we should be friends, non?"

[Rima Faheed]

Rima laughs as she spots the bubbles.

"Well, there's not much to tell. I work here to pay for college. And because it's fun, I love surprising people with new 'accessories'." she adds, a faint sound of grinding bones and stretching muscles accompanying the tail growing out from the end of her spine.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette gasped, leaning over to get a better look at Rima's new accessory.

"Zut alors! You are very talented Rima!"

[Rima Faheed]

"Just my mutation." she laughs, eating up the flattery and flicking her tail. "Keeps things fresh."

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Oui, and I would assume it helps you lead a double life, non?" Colette smiled.

Her mouth formed a little oh shape. "Une moment s'il vous plait!" She said, digging around in her purse for something. "I want to show you somezing for my, er, act, and see what you zink." She pulled out a container of... drink crystals?

[Rima Faheed]

"Not all that much, really."

She curiously peers at at what she pulls out of her purse. "What's that?"

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Eh, 'rad-i-cal raspberry'." Colette said, her accent making her stress the 'wrong' syllibles. Unscrewing the top she opened her mouth wide and gulped down about half of the jars contents, a sight that would make a diabetic's feet fall off. Slowly the blue crystals dissolved and the vibrant, unnatural colour seeped through her body, spreading through her head and down her torso slowly, creeping down her limbs. She blinked, her eyelids changing colour before her eyes themselves did, looking at her fingers as their tips slowly changed from pink to a candy blue.

"I do not understand. Why are raspberry sweets always blue? Raspberries are red."

[Rima Faheed]

"Ooh! That's definitely gonna work on stage!" she nods, giving Colette's stomach a testing poke as it changes colour.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette giggled at the poke, her skin having just enough resistance to keep Rima's finger from puncturing and was dry but very smooth to the touch. "You zink so? I was zinking that I be different colours and change my hairstyle. You know, a stage name for my face."

[Rima Faheed]

"Good idea!" Rima says, not really thinking about how many goo-girls are likely to live in London.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette reshaped her "hair" into more of a short, sporty bob cut, the shape of her face changing slightly. "See, I zink we are both talented, Rima."

[Rima Faheed]

"Oh you are very talented, yes!"

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Zen we will put on some good shows and make lots of money!" Colette said giddily. She didn't sound greedy, just... excited.

[Rima Faheed]

"And how!" she grins. "You know, we could make a great duo for the people with extraordinary tastes."

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Ooh, zat would be lovely Rima. I am certain I could learn a lot from you." Colette smiled. "If you have time later, could I run some act ideas by you?"

[Rima Faheed]

"Sure. I haven't been doing this all that long but I can try to give you some tips."

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Do you know any good songs to dance to? My tastes do not lend zemselves to sensual dancing very well. I do have an idea but..." Colette trailed off, looking around.

"Maybe it would be best if I just showed you. Zere are private rooms here, oui?"

[Rima Faheed]

"Sure. They're usually free at this time of the day."

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette stood up, putting her purse over her shoulder and grabbing Rima's wrist.

"Zen please, let us go!" The sight of the two girls going off to some place private probably stirred the imagination of a few patrons.

[Rima Faheed]

And Rima's tail wrapping around Colette's waist probably helped with that as they disappeared into one of the private rooms.

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette giggled softly at Rima's unique embrace, thinking little more of it than she would any hug. She desired to be a very physical person but sadly most people did not appreciate the consequences which came with her touch. With the door closed behind them Colette took to the front of the room, the tiny stage area suggesting that more attention was to be given around the chair where the patron sat. She dug through her purse and produced a thumb drive and after a few moment, popped it into the music player hidden in the stage.

She smiled as she climbed up, holding onto the pole to get herself upright. And without a word, collapsed into a giant blue puddle, her clothes seeming to float away to drop off the side.

[Rima Faheed]

"Now that's a way to undress I've never seen before." she snickers, sitting down in the chair.

[Colette Rosenhof]

The music started to play, a simple smooth melody that sounded somewhat familiar. It wasn't until the words started that the absurdity of her choice became apparent, the female singer far more smooth and sensual than the song called for.

Alouette, gentille Alouette. Alouette, je te plumerai. Je te plumerai la tête...

At that point in the song a small mound rose from the puddle, quickly taking on the shape of a human head, the hair in thick dredlock-like tentacles or noodles, each about as thick as a person's wrist. A very simplified version, like something a child might draw. As the song progressed they grew more detailed, separating into smaller and smaller strands, though apart from the shape of her face she had no other features. It wasn't until the next couple of verses, about the yeux and bec that her face truly formed, the cartoonish outlines of eyelids becoming more realistic though incredibly shiny, long eyelids fluttering as her big, innocent eyes opened. Her lips formed under a modest cute bump of a nose, thick and unnaturally smooth & shiny, a darker shade of blue that matched her eyelids in their false makeup. But she was, still, just a head atop a puddle.

Je te plumerai le dos...

She turned her head away from Rima, a large portion of her mass rising slowly in a pillar-like mound, elevating her head higher. Slowly it took on a more feminine shape, the gentle curves of her flanks and lower back and the rounding of her shoulders. Oddly, it almost looked like she were just sitting in a puddle of herself now, like the stage was actually a pool.

Je te plumerai les ailes...

Her sides stretched outward a bit, small clefts between them and her torso forming before they separated into her arms, long and slender. She rubbed her hands over her arms, hugging herself before letting them rub up and down her sides, her head falling back to let her hair fall down moreso, much longer than when she began.

Je te plumerai les pattes...

Colette let out a girlish giggle, legs forming in front of her that she kicked and crossed playfully, spreading unnaturally wide in a split before she began rubbing them with her hands. Something was a bit off however....

Je te plumerai la queue...

That was it. There just hadn't really been anything between her torso and her legs. Slowly but impressively her rump took shape, swelling into a large round bubble butt with a smooth wet shine. She looked over her shoulder, biting her fingernail lightly before she stood, her hair hanging over her flat chest. She stepped down off of the stage, sashaying toward Rima and sitting down in her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck.

Je te plumerai la sein...

Colette 'smiled like a donut, eyes half lidded as she leaned back. Her bosom blossomed and bubbled out in two round featureless spheres, gravity-defying, smooth and shiny. It wasn't until they had reached their rather impressive size that more details became apparent, the song drawing to a close.

"S'il vous plait madame" she said in her heavily-accented baby doll voice. "You are kind and would not pluck a little girl like me, oui?"

[Rima Faheed]

Rima had wrapped her arms around Colette's waist as the girl had leaned back and is grinning. "Oh I definitely would. If there were any clothes left to pluck off of you, cutie."

[Colette Rosenhof]

Colette slapped Rima's hand playfully with a giggle. "You are so bad!" She laughed. True, she wasn't wearing any clothes. But she was still decent, she didn't have anything to hide. Literally. She just hadn't formed what would need to be hidden.

"So, what do you zink? Would ze customers like it?"

[Rima Faheed]

"Certainly. Very enticing!" she nods. "But I think they might expect you to get some more... definition up here before you're done."

[Colette Rosenhof]

"Oh?" Colette said, looking down at herself. "I suppose I could edit ze order of ze lyrics in ze song. I zought it made for a nice finale, non?"

[Rima Faheed]

"Oh no no, that was fine. More than fine really." she adds with a smirk. "Just that you might wanna go all the way with forming your breasts."