<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/><br/>“Me? A shapeshifter? I don’t think so?”   Anything further stopped as he felt his hair, suddenly aware that it was down to his shoulder blades and was.. more.. silky and had a full ness it hadn’t before. Not to mention a strange color than his usual black. A purple that was almost black, with the purple tones only showing in the dim light of the booth.<br/><br/>“Oh.. please join me,” He motioned her to sit with him in the booth as he took in her nice figure and she could see the lust meter pop up 3 points purely on his meeting her. He felt immensely embarrassed, particularly since his libido problem seemed to offer up all sorts they could beyond talking, but then these days he thought about sex when he saw a doughtnut. “I wouldn’t have thought so, but clearly I appear to be.”<br/><br/>He felt a sense of.. awareness of his body he didn’t have before. That and an feeling that this wasn’t the ‘right’ shape and that he was .. assuming a form that someone else desired. That desire kept him from shifting into whatever form was ‘right’. He looked down at his slender hands and the Bishōnen version of his face looking back at him on the table top.<br/><br/>“Oh sorry..” He said, blushing as he was very turned on by the interest of a woman who seemed to know what was going on. One piece of his anatomy was definitely happy to see her interest in him. Which just made him blush more.  “My name.. it’s Emile Dante.. nice to meet you. Would you like a drink? I ah.. So how do you get control of stuff like my shapeshifting?”<br/><br/>“I’ve been having.. problems lately.. and I guess that is due to the shapeshifting?”