Trapped in my own skin

*Walks up, leaning down to softly knock on one of the porch steps.*

*looks up, startled, but relaxes after she sees him and offers a little smile* Hi.

Hello?

*blinks* ...hello.

*is just swimming around being a Bashful*

Magic, maybe.

Magic. *chews on her lip* There's not much of that around here.

Probably. *Frowns when he sees her look down, immediately putting out the cigarette.* I’ll be alright, ma’am.

*peeks back up at him from behind her hair* Sorry, I just... I don't know. *shrugs a little* I just worry, I guess. 'S silly.

*is just swimming around being a Bashful*

It takes a little more effort than just slipping into a different body. It’s difficult to be able to get it to work as smoothly as that.

How does it work, then?

*is just swimming around being a Bashful*

He was a pest.

No, I mean... being able to change like that. Just slip into a whole different body whenever you want. *shrugs* I'd love to be able to.

*is just swimming around being a Bashful*

Some could. I recall a certain boy turning into a piglet and me snatching him up from time to time.

*sighs a little wistfully* That sounds nice.

*is just swimming around being a Bashful*

Only a few people.

Hm. *splashes her feet in the water absentmindedly* Did other people turn into other things?