He gives you an awkward hug, pulling you to his side. You suspect it's meant to be comforting, he's protecting you from this... whatever it is, as clearly and simply as he can.
He eyes you cautiously, not as a danger except maybe to yourself. This madness that you're displaying, that seems to infect everyone around the world. Your heart skips a beat, as you realise he must be one of the few... who've escaped what's happened to so many others.
Certainly, you hate this new body. It's feminine for one. Not that you hate women, you just didn't imagine you were going to become one today. Judging from the weight at your shoulders, and the straps digging in there, you can't deny you're cursed with a large bust.
The angle is different than you've ever experienced, but just cradling them. They overflow your hands... That's a big bust, you realise with a sinking despair.
He gets agitated, as you handle your bust. His tone getting louder, his gestures more energetic. Allowing your bust to settle, and leaving it alone, he calms, even as he looks suspiciously at you.
The accusation in his eyes is crystal clear, you were trying to seduce and distract him. Even now, you lack any way of denying it, or talking to him in any way.
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