Melody wasn’t able to leave the island, so she would have to turn the current situation here to her advantage. If she had to stay here, she’d much rather be a mistress than a slave. She looked exactly like Pippa, and she’d already been able to pass as her. Clearly the best course of action was to continue this deception. She really needed some new clothes if she wanted to look fully convincing, so she headed into the town for this purpose. As she walked through the street, she tried to remember the siren’s mannerisms, how she acted and spoke. It was a good thing she’d paid such close attention to her before; she’d never anticipated that her fixation on the mistress could ever be put to such a use.
The siren’s personality, her attitude, everything about her, were the complete opposite of Melody’s, but she tried to reassure herself that it didn’t matter. This would simply be like acting a role, and she was already rehearsing some lines in her head. She was already starting to feel different from her usual self. Before she’d been afraid even to walk down the street here, but now people avoided looking at her, moved out of her way, as if she owned the place. Having this body, and seeing the way people reacted to it, gave her a new kind of confidence.
She was brought out of her musings by the sight of Georgia standing naked before her, cupping her breasts while staring at her reflection, in full view of whoever might walk by. “Oh my god! What are you doing?” she exclaimed in surprise. This sort of thing usually made her very uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help a slight blush spreading across her face. But she was less concerned by it than she usually would be, in fact she was more bemused than anything. She knew that the wolf had very little shame in these matters, but this was a bit much even for her. It was the kind of odd behaviour that only made sense if she was not in fact the real Georgia, but was instead somebody else taking her form, admiring their own reflection just as Melody had done earlier.
Ryan jumped slightly, not expecting the sudden exclamation coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around to face the woman, dropping his hand from his breast but still not at all making a move to cover himself up. This wasn’t his body so he didn’t particularly care who saw it, and considering how attractive it was he was probably just doing the island a favor. Even if it were his body he still wouldn’t care. Nudity had never been an issue for him. The natural form was a beautiful thing, something to be admired and experienced. To feel embarrassed about it seemed foolish to him, and while he followed convention most times, the island was the one place he didn’t have to. It was one of the many reasons he enjoyed his freedom here so much.
As for the girl’s question, he had a feeling it was rhetorical but answered anyway. “I was examining these breasts. Never quite dealt with them from this angle before, but can’t say I’m disappointed.” He grinned, looking up at the woman. He’d expect the question to have come up, it was peculiar for someone to examine their own breast at random. It was the reaction itself, the slight embarrassment and shock at such a display. “You’re not Pippa, are you?” He didn’t know the siren well, but he knew of her enough to know that this wasn’t her. “Care to tell me who you really are?”
