[Rin nods back, trying to be reassured by Lust's promise of a wig, but only ends up shaking loose even more follicles. Which obviously doesn't do anything to help improve her mood. ]
U-Um, thanks, but... [ Her voice trembles slightly, still holding back the tears as best she can, before she pauses. It takes her a moment to think of how to express this next thought. Fake hair... She understands the appeal of it, of course, but it doesn't really feel like it's for her. Especially because wigs are something that requires occasional adjustment; something that might prove difficult when she has only a tail to work with. ]
...I just don't usually go for replacement parts.
[ She sniffles and takes another moment to decide if that was the right way to say what she wants to say. Deciding it worked well enough, she continued.]
I-I might change my mind, though. I-I
[ Because, true as her statement might have been, Lust is entirely correct about the younger woman's self-image. She feels so wrong like this. She feels ugly, of course, but her entire sense of identity has taken a pretty brutal beating from these changes.
This is one of the few times in Rin's life, she genuinely feels like a freak. Her appearance in relation to other people had never really mattered to Rin, but now she doesn't even look like herself. Her hair is gone, her eyes have changed, her nose is now flatter against her slightly scaly face. And then, of course, are her legs. The most important parts of her body is completely gone without a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.
These changes are too much, too quickly. She doesn't feel like herself anymore - the girl who nearly spent as much time with a brush or a pencil in between her toes as she did without. And if she's not that girl, then who is she? Will she even still be able to paint with this new appendage? She dreads what the answer might be.
All these insecurities and fears come to a head right then and there. Rin forgets whatever she was going to say, as the levy finally breaks and tears flood out from her eyes.]
I... I don't know what I'm going to do. [She sobs hard and places her head into one of the large sections of her tail, still coiled around her. A few more hairs free themselves as she does so.
This next part is muffled by her scaly tail, but if Lust pays attention she can make it out:]
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U-Um, thanks, but... [ Her voice trembles slightly, still holding back the tears as best she can, before she pauses. It takes her a moment to think of how to express this next thought. Fake hair... She understands the appeal of it, of course, but it doesn't really feel like it's for her. Especially because wigs are something that requires occasional adjustment; something that might prove difficult when she has only a tail to work with. ]
...I just don't usually go for replacement parts.
[ She sniffles and takes another moment to decide if that was the right way to say what she wants to say. Deciding it worked well enough, she continued.]
I-I might change my mind, though. I-I
[ Because, true as her statement might have been, Lust is entirely correct about the younger woman's self-image. She feels so wrong like this. She feels ugly, of course, but her entire sense of identity has taken a pretty brutal beating from these changes.
This is one of the few times in Rin's life, she genuinely feels like a freak. Her appearance in relation to other people had never really mattered to Rin, but now she doesn't even look like herself. Her hair is gone, her eyes have changed, her nose is now flatter against her slightly scaly face. And then, of course, are her legs. The most important parts of her body is completely gone without a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.
These changes are too much, too quickly. She doesn't feel like herself anymore - the girl who nearly spent as much time with a brush or a pencil in between her toes as she did without. And if she's not that girl, then who is she? Will she even still be able to paint with this new appendage? She dreads what the answer might be.
All these insecurities and fears come to a head right then and there. Rin forgets whatever she was going to say, as the levy finally breaks and tears flood out from her eyes.]
I... I don't know what I'm going to do. [She sobs hard and places her head into one of the large sections of her tail, still coiled around her. A few more hairs free themselves as she does so.
This next part is muffled by her scaly tail, but if Lust pays attention she can make it out:]
Everything's so different. I... I miss my legs.