lucy-r-writes:

You looked down from your desk, taking a peek at your phone under the desk. No one really minded, but it was better to not look like you weren’t doing work around your boss.

A message popped up from your old friend – you couldn’t remember why you didn’t talk much. Luckily, she decided to remind you.

“Hey you! I know we haven’t talked since you said it wouldn’t work out. Don’t worry, I totally got it! But I’d like to try again?”

A picture came through the second you opened the image, a selfie of Elizabeth. She looked… different. Your phone went off again.

“I think you know why I reckon it’ll work between us this time! And by the way – Still going up. If you catch my drift~”

“Don’t worry about how~ Just like that I’m big enough to satisfy you now! And I’m only halfway done! Isn’t it great?”

When you’d last seen Elizabeth a few months ago she was a different person. Almost literally. Brown hair, small lips, a tiny bust. And she was as nervous as anything. The only thing that seemed to carry over were her blue eyes and the infatuation with you. You got up and rushed to the bathroom when you saw another text come through.

“Don’t open this next one around your boss~”