Tegan's eyes fell closed, as the bell tolled, and she gasped, chest rising as the cami changed, cupping, presenting her breasts, cinching in her waist, solidifying over her curves, lacing and holding her like a lover. Like Roe. She gasped, as the thong, too changed, gasping as she felt the ridge rise. Her eyes flew up, and she gaped at him. as the socks stretched, rose, like a second skin. The ridge in the thong rode perfectly between her folds, brushing her clit, a small rise teasing her entrance. She gaped at roe, the leather and nylon hugging to her skin, made for her, soft and decadent, tight and intimate.<br/><br/>She numbly took the jeans and boots, gasping as she bent to slip the pants over her feet, the ridge riding against her intimately. The jeans laced at the front, cupping her ass perfectly, like a lover. He knew her every curve, evidently. She sat on the bed once more, and gasped, jaw clenching as she pulled the boots over the tight jeans, her eyes returning to Roe, half glazed with pleasure, half wry with accusation. So they were going to play it that way?<br/><br/>The blue button up slipped over her shoulders, and she sighed, pursing her lips. She crouched to grab her backpack, and made sure her wallet was there, before she stepped close to Roe, her heels ringing her only half a head shorter than he, now. The boots were incredibly comfortable, despite the heel. "You realize, of course," she purred, face tilted up to bring her lips right against his earlobe, "this means war." Her tongue flicked out to gently graze the tip of his earlobe, before her teeth gently closed over it. She stepped back, dragging her teeth lightly away, before grinning, and turning away.