Alicia smirked, admiring herself in the mirror. Her smooth green skin certainly had an otherwordly appearance, she thought. She flexed and posed, smiling as the strange hues and shades of green played in the light across her form.
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Eventually, however, even this became boring. Alicia tilted her head down to one side, idly tracing one accentuated nipple with a slow finger. Alicia frowned in disappointment. So, she had turned herself green. It certainly was a new aesthetic, but it was lacking something. Oh, yes, and the lactation, of course, she perked up slightly as her finger continued smooth, sensual circuambulations around one distend tit. It still wasn't right.
Alicia sighed audibly, running both (slightly moist) hands down her cypress thighs. What was the use of having the Automorph if one didn't actually use it?
Feeling artistically and sexually frustrated, Alicia plopped her green butt down in front of the keyboard again, as she groped for that extra something to give her guise some kick.
It was at this precise moment that a very perverted muse, who was introverted dork as well, decided to intervene.
'Yes', whispered a disembodied thought in Alicia's head, 'the green is good, and that's a nice outfit to boot...here's what we need to do...'
Whether you'd call it divine or demonic, inspiration suddenly hit Alicia like a sack of bricks, assuming little muses wielded such armaments.
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