Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
It's just like doing the splits, really. She's noticed how she's subtly altered her own shape before, from one gender to the other. She probably doesn't look like what she would if it weren't for the magic, years of subtle alterations. So this should... be... simple. Shouldn't it? Just... do them more.
...some of those alterations start becoming visible as she scrunches her eyebrows.
She... doesn't quite manage to look much older. A few years, maybe she could pass for a youngish-looking twenty-year-old.
But eventually she gives up and starts de-aging. "Yeah, sorry, can't get better than that yet."
...hmm. A whip? Yeah, she guesses she can see the appeal, but the whole thing's not really her cuppa tea.
"Evening," she says, keeping her expression carefully neutral but internally thinking ooooh, there's a thing. She also doesn't act particularly subby despite the collar.
"Nosir."
"Yeah?"
"We didn't have any plans specifically sir."
"And you're not her ride home or anything...?"
"Nosir."
Whip guy smiles. "Come home with me."
"Yessir," says Jackson, lurching up off the bench and dipping his head so he doesn't look taller than whip guy. "Bye Sadde see you later." And he follows whip guy down the block.
Well. That... worked out pretty well. Much better than she'd expected. If Jackson so much as glances at her she'll give him a thumbs-up, but other than that she'll take the bus back to school. Go, Jackson!
She goes. She arrives. She takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Is it too late to knock on Isabella's door?
"Yeah, Jackson and I went to town and walked around and then this dom got interested in him and they went off together. I wrote down his license plate in case Jackson vanishes mysteriously but they were gone before I could even say 'bye.'"