They're such lovely metaphorical fireworks.

And now he is going to fuck her, and keep those fireworks going the whole time—

—and when he comes, the magic tattoo appears, and his eyes flash gold because nope no magic slave feelings thank you, Leah's mind should be Leah's—and then he wraps his arms around her and hugs her close and can't seem to stop smiling.

"...that's fun but I really feel like it should be optional," Leah says. "And I want... about a tenth of the sex drive I currently have. The clitoris boobs can stay though."

"Yeah fair," Sean says agreeably. His eyes shine as he wills the adjustment to her sex drive into place. (He's less sure how to accomplish the other thing.) "Mm. Anything else you wanna change? You—look like you don't fit, kinda, I dunno—if I was designing a body to put your personality in it wouldn't be this one. Not sure what it would be."

"I want smaller tits," Leah says. "And-- I'd like to be pretty but you know. Normal pretty. Nerdy pretty, maybe."

"I'll see what I can do."

He snuggles her and thinks—he can't quite put together a mental image in concrete terms, but he didn't have a concrete mental image when he idealized his own body and still managed to hit exactly the height that feels the most right to him—and wills her to have a face and body that work for her. Smaller tits and ordinary nerdy prettiness.

"Thank you," Leah says, "this is much better."

She has bright red hair, slim shoulders and hips, small breasts, and a smile that looks humorous and intelligent rather than utterly vapid. 

That smile!! Gosh!! He bounces a little. "Wow your smile got so good!"

"I hope you'd think that, you designed it."

"Well, 'designed' is kind of a strong word for, like, vaguely wanting things with magic. And I wanted you to have something that works for you, not just for me, and—the things that work for you are pretty and good."

"Thank you. --I'm sort of bracing myself for the part where you wipe my entire personality."

"??"

"Well, the last guy did, and I don't exactly have a large sample of non-sex-related human experience to work from here."

"...fair," he says. "But—" he remembers, sort of at her, the depth and intensity with which he feels like everything about her personality is precious and important and great. And, as an afterthought, also the part where he feels responsible for her safety and well-being. And, as a third thought, also the part where he kind of hates the idea of wiping anyone's personality.

"..gosh, I like hearing about how you think I'm precious and important and great. I could use some more of that."

He thinks she is so precious and important and great!!!

She—gets it, about people, the thing about people, the thing where—there's a person in there, a perspective, an experience of the world, thoughts and feelings that no other person is ever going to have in quite the same way, that's what a person is, and that's so so important and beautiful and he never really quite thought about it in exactly that way until he saw it in her head but it's—perfect, the way she thinks about it, it's right—and that that was the last little bit of her left, that out of all the person she used to be, if you take away nearly all of her the little curled-up hidden part that manages to escape the purge is specifically this, specifically these things, this feeling about people and the urge to know and understand everything—and the way she thinks about knowing things doesn't resonate with him in the same way, but it's still good, it's still precious, it's still—a way of thinking about things that gives him all these feelings about wanting her to be happy and safe and have things that she wants.

Leah bouncing!!!!!!

(He might notice that "bouncing when happy" is also one of the things that managed to survive intact.) 

Her bouncing is EXTREMELY CUTE and now he is WIGGLING DELIGHTEDLY.

"You keep that up and I'm going to have self-esteem."

"Well, good!!!" He hugs her.

"So now that I'm yours, what are you going to do with me, master?" She's teasing him a little.

"Apparently I'm gonna hug you and tell you how great you are!" He hugs her some more. "I should... maybe figure out where I'm gonna keep you, though. Like, I guess you can just sleep in my car indefinitely but that might be weird? I dunno."

"I might end up needing a shower."

"Yeah. And I should get you, like, clothes. Better clothes. And money? I should give you money in case you need it for something. And—hmm actually maybe I should ask Chris for advice here—"

He texts Chris. hey i found a cute girl with no memories and she's mine now. help me figure out what to do with her

you're really going to need slave housing of some sort

i really am! unfortunately i don't think i can actually afford to get you guys a room at that one hotel for three months straight