All Aboard Phoebe can't believe it. Not only was she in some weird world, but she'd been designated a submissive person? Since when? Okay, yeah, she wasn't opposed to being dominated once in a while but in general? Definitely not her bag. She had to figure out what she was going to do...
If anyone sat next to her and tried to get her attention, they'd need to try a couple of times. She was a little lost in thought, biting her lower lip as she stared out the window.
Supplemental Income
While Phoebe wasn't sure about testing some unknown pills for someone... she'd already been signed up and she needed the money. They were supposed to be all natural, right? How bad could the side effects be?
It was three days before the side effects hit her. She felt great up until that point. She had more energy, she was happy and cheerful (well, cheerful enough considering her situation). While running errands, however, she started feeing an odd sensation. She slowed, arms crossing over her chest as she tried to figure out what she was feeling. Then, all of a sudden, her breasts grew several sizes, popping the buttons on her shirt. She yelped, clutching them with her hands as she tried to cover herself.
"Shit! Oh... Oooooh no..." She looked around for someone to help her, her cheeks flushed with other feelings she desperately tried to ignore. "I don't suppose you have a jacket or a blanket or something..."
Sticky Fingers
Phoebe was well aware of the increasing amount of crime in the area. She'd done her best to try to help others but, well, as a submissive there was only so much she could do. At the very least she could protect herself.
As such, anyone reaching for her bag will get either a slap or a roundhouse kick to the face... hopefully it wasn't someone friendly.
Wildcard ((ooc: Anything else you'd like to try? I'm flexible. Hit me up!))
Phoebe Halliwell | Charmed | Submissive
Phoebe can't believe it. Not only was she in some weird world, but she'd been designated a submissive person? Since when? Okay, yeah, she wasn't opposed to being dominated once in a while but in general? Definitely not her bag. She had to figure out what she was going to do...
If anyone sat next to her and tried to get her attention, they'd need to try a couple of times. She was a little lost in thought, biting her lower lip as she stared out the window.
Supplemental Income
While Phoebe wasn't sure about testing some unknown pills for someone... she'd already been signed up and she needed the money. They were supposed to be all natural, right? How bad could the side effects be?
It was three days before the side effects hit her. She felt great up until that point. She had more energy, she was happy and cheerful (well, cheerful enough considering her situation). While running errands, however, she started feeing an odd sensation. She slowed, arms crossing over her chest as she tried to figure out what she was feeling. Then, all of a sudden, her breasts grew several sizes, popping the buttons on her shirt. She yelped, clutching them with her hands as she tried to cover herself.
"Shit! Oh... Oooooh no..." She looked around for someone to help her, her cheeks flushed with other feelings she desperately tried to ignore. "I don't suppose you have a jacket or a blanket or something..."
Sticky Fingers
Phoebe was well aware of the increasing amount of crime in the area. She'd done her best to try to help others but, well, as a submissive there was only so much she could do. At the very least she could protect herself.
As such, anyone reaching for her bag will get either a slap or a roundhouse kick to the face... hopefully it wasn't someone friendly.
Wildcard
((ooc: Anything else you'd like to try? I'm flexible. Hit me up!))