"Big appetite, or just down on your luck? I guess it's none of my business." They glance thoughtfully around the room, then back at Lucy, with a friendly, easygoing smile. "Do you mind if I take my clothes off? The briefing packet said I'm not supposed to go to classes or assemblies naked, but I'm not used to wearing this much, I never do at home."

"Uh, okay. I guess I don't mind." 

"Thanks!"

Off come the clothes. Dima turns out to have both breasts and a penis, which one imagines is not usual for humans but perhaps they're not a very usual human, and when they unpin their hair it falls nearly to the floor in glossy red-brown waves, and they twirl around so it flies out behind them and giggle and flop onto a couch.

"Oh, that's much better."

...O...kay...

"Are clothes uncomfortable for you?" 

"I don't know, maybe I'll get used to them, but I don't like them much."

They stretch out on the couch, wriggling into a more comfortable sprawl.

"I like being—part of the world, you know? This couch is so soft! I want to feel it! The air is warm and the light in this room makes my legs look nice and—I don't know, don't you ever feel stifled, all wrapped up like that? You have a pretty face and pretty hands and I bet the rest of you is pretty too."

"...Not really. But I spent the first seventeen years of my life not able to wear clothes, maybe it'll change when the novelty wears off." 

"Huh. Fair enough, I guess." Dima is now happily snuggling a couch cushion.

Cute. 

"So, uh, that seems like a non-standard anatomical arrangement." 

"Hmm? Oh, I guess. Where I'm from it's pretty normal to make your body how you want it, and this is what I wanted." They hug their cushion and grin at her. "Do you like my hair? I'm really proud of it, it took me ages to get it right."

"Your hair is very nice. I designed this body too, but I don't know if I could do much after-the-fact tweaking. Probably someday, but it took me long enough just to get it, I don't really want to rock the boat." 

"Oh, wow, is that your first try? You did a really good job!" they say earnestly. "I love your hair! And your face! You have a really lovely face. It's so well balanced! And those lips look very kissable."

She squirms slightly. "Thanks." 

"I know professional body designers who'd be proud to do work that good." They pause, and their smile turns flirtatiously speculative. "Are they as kissable as they look, though, I wonder?"

"Uh--I don't know--I've never tried--" 

Dima grins. "Well, do you want to?"

"...Maybe???"

"If you do, I'm game!" They sit up and pat the couch next to them invitingly.

She squirms and bites her lip and hesitantly sits down next to them. 

And Dima leans in and kisses her.

!!!!!!

She has no fucking idea what to do here but she is gonna give it her best shot. 

Well, Dima seems to be enjoying themselves, and also seems to know exactly what to do to cause all sorts of interesting sensations. If kissing is normally like this it's a wonder people ever do anything else.

Ohhhhhhh melt melt melt. 

Melting is good. Melting is a positive outcome here.

After a long while of really excellent kissing, they stop, and smile, and hug her, and nuzzle her shoulder affectionately. "Mmm. Very kissable."

"Thank you."

"I like you," says Dima. "You're cute and pretty and kissable and you designed yourself really well. Want to have sex?"