<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7d/77/1b/7d771b7f62158a6100f618092e03705c.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Emile Dante</strong></strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open & Levan<br/><hr/><br/>Emile smiled to the waitress, asking for a bottle of hard cider and some finger food as he took his tablet out from his pack and set it down. Maybe a couple drinks, some classwork to distract himself before heading home. Too many of the folks at his apartment would likely be partying and he didn’t think he could control whatever during the wet shirt contest, dancing and drinking down in the pool area.<br/><br/>He blinked as his vision blurred for a moment, while his eyes became a bit larger and more expressive and a much more intense shade of green. He blinked for several moments as the server came up and dropped off the drink and snacks, he watched her go despite himself, appreciating the scenery of her swaying behind in a tight dress and heels before nodding to the golden eyed woman who had looked up from her phone game, the sound of<strong>KO’d!</strong>being heard from her phone before she returned to it. Unaware that she literally had his number, which was now 65, as his body started reacting to the not quite tangible scent of her pheromones.<br/><br/>His nose twitched, like a nearly released sneeze, as his empathy felt outwards for a person with a ‘ideal form’ for him to assume as his shapeshifting powers started working. Little hints and things at first, that one wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for them. Less body hair, not that he had much to begin with, was the start. Then another near sneeze as his nose straightened a bit, losing the injury he had in 8th grade where he ran into a door and broke it. His empathic sense reached further out, looking for influences on how to be the ‘ideal companion’ for someone.<br/><br/>Since he wasn’t aware of it, it picked elements from a variety of people and not just one. He ran his hand thru his hair as it took on more body and then fell to his shoulders without it registering and flicked thru several colors: golden blond, a deep intense red and slowly back to a dark purple that was nearly the same as his original dark hair color.<br/><br/>His empathic gift was reaching out further and further, trying to find a single directing force and with Emile not aware of it, he couldn’t target it to one person. So it keyed to a variety of general point as his body shifted slightly this or that way, nothing he’d notice and most others wouldn’t unless they were watching. To Leven’s scrutiny it was clear he was becoming more Bishōnen in appearance as he picked up on the ‘ideal’ from several member of the staff.<br/><br/>He shifted uncomfortably as he tried to get comfortable with the one specific feature many of the staff liked in a man, his pants a lot more tight and he tried to shift around to get comfortable with his newly ‘enhanced’ manhood grew a bit but not outrageously so. He was so focused on trying to ignore what had been a constant state of arousal that he wasn’t aware of it or the other changes. Yet.<br/><br/>The numbers floating over his head kept growing though, though Levan was the only person who could tell. 66, 67, 68, 69. The drops were still there but the gains were apparently larger now as something within Emile started to wake up.