This bar is...concerning. She was not expecting to be in a bar. It is new and she has no idea how to handle it, which is terrifying, but she can't let her fear show. Showing weakness is always a bad plan. So she wanders around and inspects everything from the furniture to the mysteriously self-playing instruments with an air of casualness so practiced few could see past the facade.
A minute later, there are eyes, and then they become possible to open.
There’s a short standing mirror set in front of her, so she can see the body upon sitting up. It’s a completely sexless form with hairless, perfect, bone-white skin and dark eyes of an indeterminate color.
She blinks, and attempts to sit up.
"This isn't quite what I meant by white," she observes distantly, bringing one hand up to prod at her cheek.
“Oh, sorry, honey.”
Color blooms on her chest and spreads to the rest of her skin until she’s a pale but more natural peach.
“You have to be literal, doing this work.”
"I guess." She studies herself in the mirror some more. "It's certainly...different."
“Well, you haven’t told me how you want it yet, hon. I wanted to start you out clean.”
She looks over the new form.
“Mm, first...is standard female anatomy what you’re looking for, or did you want to try something new?”
"Um, let's go with standard female," she says, slightly thrown by the question.
“I can always touch you up if you ever change your mind.”
The lower half goes first. The feeling of the relevant parts forming is...definitely interesting.
The chest starts, then, growing quite slowly but steadily.
“Just say when, hon.”
Oh no decisions.
"Now," she says after a while.
She stops growing at the indicated (quite respectable) size. Honey nods appreciatively.
“Do you want a robe before we keep on going?”
"I don't really care."
Well, she understands that attitude, for sure.
“Any thoughts on hair? Color, length, texture, special features...”
"Do I have to go back? I--shouldn't stand out. If I go back."
—oh, that’s always heartbreaking.
She shakes her head.
“No, honey. Never. I can find somewhere nice for you, and my regulars always love to help out...and you can stay here as long as you want.”
"Okay. What kinds of special features are there?"
She always loves this part.
“Anything you can think of, hon. Color-changing, prehensile, always floating, full of flowers...I had a girl who wanted snakes instead, and she was just so pleased with it.”
"...Control is...good. I don't think I want snakes, though."
“They’re definitely not for everybody. Now, what’s your favorite color?”
She chews it over for a moment. "Blue. Light blue. Sky blue."
“You got it, honey.”
She snaps her fingers.
Fine, wavy sky blue hair cascades down off her scalp, over her shoulders and down to pool on the counter. And...it’s possible to feel the cool of the wood on her locks.
She attempts to lift the hair.
It lifts slowly behind her to float in midair.
Honey seems pleased.
“You’ll be able to pick things up and braid it with a little practice.”
"This is really cool."
“Good. And is it you?”