Kent nodded his head and let my hair go. Oh god, how was I going to make it through the rest of the study session? I was going to fail this final, for real. I didn’t have time to think anymore, he returned swiftly with a glass of water and held it to my lips. "Drink a little of this then you're going to turn around and we're going to get that sweater off of you. I got an extra shirt for when we get you out of that,” he said.

I held the glass between my hands and tilted it back slowly, my eyes still closed, partly because I didn't want to see the vomit and partly because I didn't want to see him.

I heard Kent shuffle behind me and then felt his arms around me, I froze as his hands inched my shirt upwards.

"Lift your arms,” he said softly. When I did he pulled the shirt over my head, careful not to spill the water still in my hand. He put something soft on my shoulder and then left the bathroom. "I'll go throw this in the washing machine."

I opened my eyes when I heard him in the kitchen and stared at myself, clad in only a pretty white bra with a gray male tank top draped over my shoulder. Even with the new body he didn't stop to stare at me or quiver when he was near me. I yanked the tank top off my shoulder roughly, pissed at myself for caring whether he was affected or not. Especially after...No! I wasn't going to think about it again.

I pulled the tank top on and then tied it at my side, making it fashionable and tight though the scoop neck was too large and showed off most of my bra, but that couldn't be helped. I came out of the bathroom after using some mouthwash and sat down at the kitchen table again after moving the chair to the other side of him.

"You should've given me one of Jen's sweaters. I'm small enough to fit in them now."

I heard the beep of the washing machine and then saw him coming back towards me. He grabbed another glass and filled it up at the sink with water, his eyes roaming over me for a long second. He was probably just looking for missed vomit or something. “Pfft, I think mine is a better look on you. Makes you look badass."

Kent's voice lowered as he dropped the glass off at the counter. "And sexy." It was almost too quiet to hear. Almost.

I raised my eyebrows, "What did you say?"

Kent seemed to struggle with himself for a moment. "I said, and sexy."