"I know, but I'm never going to have any nightmares of any type again ever, which... doesn't sound like a primitive action so I don't know what even happened there."

"Well, a lot of magic doesn't seem like a primitive action but it comes together that way anyway," shrugs Bella.

She shrugs, too. "I suppose."

"Like, how complicated is it for you to switch sex? Do you know all the anatomy involved? By rights shouldn't it hurt like the dickens? But you just do it." Shrug.

"Yeah but I mean, it's kinda different cause... well, there's a very clear separation between the two states? Even if it's sorta mostly quantitative and continuous, there is a thing that is to be a boy and a thing that is to be a girl, but dreams are much more and more often muddled than that. Some dreams are kinda nightmares and kinda not, or they start as nightmares then become something else, or vice-versa, and just cutting out nightmares doesn't seem that simple? Not that I wouldn't sacrifice that, I'd give up on dreaming at all if it meant not having the nightmares but..."

"I imagine the psion has a really clear definition of nightmares."

"Sure, but even if she did, what does that mean to me, in practice? Will my dreams just never turn into nightmares? Will I just not-have dreams that would have turned into nightmares? I should've asked that," she muses, sounding mostly just curious.

"Well, I imagine you'll find out."

"Yeah, guess I will. But this does mean we can actually try to sleep together..."

"Yes. Do you want to sleep over tonight?"

"I'd love to."

"Good." Forehead kiss. "When do you generally like to go to bed?"

"I usually go early-ish, ten or eleven PM, but that's because I typically have to wake up early in the morning."

"And tomorrow's Sunday. So I can keep you up if I like," muses Isabella.

"Yes, ma'am," she says, lowering her eyes and smiling.

Isabella cards her nails through Sadde's hair. "Come to my room at nine, then," she says.

Sadde shivers. "Yes, ma'am."

Kiss.

Kisss the sexy dom!

And eventually lunch is over and Isabella says, "Have fun working at the library," and goes on her way. Tap tap tap.

"Thank you, ma'am," she says, with an adoring gaze that follows Isabella out, before she makes her way to the library.

The library is a library. It contains books. There are things for Sadde to do in exchange for money. She will receive her first paycheck at the beginning of the next semiquarter.

So Sadde does those things that afternoon!

The things are done! And then the librarian on duty wants to hash out Sadde's schedule for the next week.

Sadde's free all of next week, due to not having classes, she doesn't have many preferences about when to work or what.