It was still very early when April put a last layer of powder on her cheeks. She was excited and was looking forward to getting a lot closer to her goal. Torio practically had to be taken care of by her. If both robots were assistants at the service, she would take the chance.

In a thick cloud of her most expensive perfume, she got into a small E car and entered the address. Everything else should not interest her anymore, the taxi drove with autopilot and the blonde American smiled seductively in the rear view mirror.

"I'll get you out of your shell, my dear. You are, after all, a man like any other."

Under his camouflage, Hichan was invisible to the human eye, only a few of them sensed the presence, but thought more of ghosts or loved ones who had died, buzzing around them.

Now he stood in front of the glass terrace door and tried to peer through the thin curtain. There was no one on the huge bed, only untidy sheets and... crutches? Slightly confused, he slipped through the crack of the door and crossed the room. He found it smelled very manly and wondered about the clothes that were everywhere. Shirts, trousers, tank tops and ... boxers? Was he in the right place? There was no one in the corridor either, so he peeped into every room. He only found what he was looking for in a large room with a long, high glass front through which one could look into space.

"Blond and tall, okay, but is he a man?" At the same moment the redhead heard a lock on the front door. Full of expectation he scurried back into the wide corridor and was amazed at his counterpart. A rather tall woman entered and slipped out of her high heels. She threw her blonde, slightly curly hair to the side and called out in a sugary voice:

"Torio? I have breakfast for us. Where are you?" She walked straight to the alien, who stared spellbound at her bust. At the last second he could jump to the side, his amazement apparently paralyzing his reaction.

"This ... oh shit, Mori ... is really a reason to get hot." Curiously he followed her. Was the guy in the glass house perhaps her...? Now Hichan noticed some unusual things in the apartment that made him think. Barrier-free, one would say, no steps, handrails everywhere and some kitchen parts and appliances mounted at such a height that one could operate or use them sitting down. He got the full solution of this mystery from the man who walked along the corridor in a wheelchair.

'Not good, ... not good at all. I hope it is her brother. Otherwise I see black.' Waiting, he stood at an angle and watched the two people closely. But from the first moment, one could see nothing of tender love. The male was grumpy and bad-tempered, but the female was overly friendly and her gaze, which kept falling on the blond man's lap, was unmistakable. He was definitely not her blood relative.

After several hours of "surveillance" Mori's brother decided to think twice before returning with the bad news. Even though the chosen one was obviously interested in this person, it was irresponsible to slip into a not quite in tact body. It would not work. So Mori needed another medium for his plan. With such a great woman, there must have been other suitors. But since the pretty blonde didn't leave her Torio a meter away from her, cared for him and tried everything possible to get into physical contact with him, Hichan gave up. The shadowing was revealing but not pleasant and so he set out to tell his brother everything.

The brother had collapsed even smaller and was crouching on the shore of a small lake to control the flames better. When the redhead came towards him, he looked up expectantly.

"Mori, Mori, Mori! I didn't think you were capable of that. "You'll have to do your best, it's very complicated." The initial small glimmer of hope in the big dark eyes of the lover gave way again to a deep sadness. His younger brother didn't exactly encourage him and the fact that a relationship with the human race was already frowned upon and then...

"But... how is he? Does he still play music? Hmm... I'd love to see him again... just for a moment... do you think he...?

"Stop calling this splendid specimen a human being all the time, a partnership can never, ever work that way. Mori... She... has wonderful curves." The redhead formed a few lush curves in the air with his hands. "She... has full lips just waiting to be kissed. "She has legs that are slim and endless and..."

"Mouh... you mean he already has a wife?"

"He?!"

"Yes... blond, tall and sleepy eyes. He likes rock music and his name is Torio."

"What? Torio? That grumpy, stubborn jackass in the wheelchair?"

"Huh? What?" Mori was making big eyes. "He's...

"That's right. He can't use his legs, which is why he's in such a bad mood. He doesn't even notice the sweet American girl who's trying so desperately to get to him, it's embarrassing. Just the one... who I actually thought... be reasonable, it won't work." The elder didn't have to answer. His feelers buzzed and shone more intensely than ever. He just raised his hands. With every thought of his love they became redder, hotter until they began to glow and Mori slipped his fingers into the cold water to avoid burning.

"It's him... it's him... perfect."

"God no, Mori!" Hichan furiously pulled up his glowing hair. "This is insane... you know that?" But his brother's innocent, sad look soothed him and he just shook his head. "True love, then. ... Then we shouldn't wait too long, who knows how long your prince will be able to hold out against it. After all, he's only a man."

Before Hichan sent the elder away, he explained to him some important things that had to be done.

"There's the matter of eye color. If you make too much eye contact and become weak, your eyes will dominate, the color will change and you will be exposed. In your case, I advise you to wear sunglasses. The important thing is that you can only take over the body from a sleeping person. For a maximum of two hours, no longer, otherwise you endanger yourself and April, understand?" Mori was already in teleportation position when the younger one thought of something: "And don't forget little brother, ... no alcohol. I'll be rooting for you." And off he went.

"If only this worked," he thought, but then he followed Mori. Out of curiosity, what would happen...

April was more than a little disappointed and dead tired. Never in her whole life did she try so hard for a man. She really tried her best, but when Tomo, too, vacated the apartment around noon, she was on the verge of despair. Torio already wanted to send her home and made her feel as if she was standing in the way. But her pride didn't let her do that, at some point there was a weak moment of the hidden man and she would expect that. And then strike with female power. The night would come and provide another chance. It would!

After the late dinner the American woman did the dishes with pointed fingers, poured two glasses of wine and carried them to the terrace where Torio sat and played his guitar. She sat down opposite him, crossed her long legs gracefully and gave him a pretty good view of her revealing bust.

For a while she listened to him, indulging in thoughts of sitting on his lap, the beige shirt he was wearing to strip off his upper body and feel his strong arms, but Torio pulled her out of her reverie, as so often that day.

"You won't have any luck with me, April. It's easier for both of us if you treat me like one of your buddies." He wouldn't give her a single look, which only made the blonde more excited. She handed him the glass and toasted him.

"That's what I do, my dear. I just thought today would be a perfect day to wear my new dress, the balmy summer nights are very rare here, you know." And when he still took no notice, she jumped up and presented the newly acquired fashion. "Pretty, isn't it?" The man in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow, pretending to be curious, and said, almost annoyed:

"Very... short. You'll catch cold, the year is September."

"Oh, you are so romantic..." After a few trying to have a longer conversation with him, she already felt the wine rise in her head. Out of frustration she drank much too fast and also a little bit too much and now had trouble keeping her eyes open. It was only 10 pm, but the exhausting day took its toll. She yawned and ... yawned, but did not want to leave her place. Until Torio put the guitar on his lap and started to drive in.

"How... what are you doing, am I waiting to take the..."

"I can do it on my own. You sleep in my bed, fresh laundry is in the box on the top left and you put my blanket on the couch. I'm gonna go sit on the coach and listen to some more music. It might take a while. Think you'll find everything you need in the bathroom if you don't have it in your suitcase anyway. Have a good night."

"Friendly as ever," she sighed with her last ounce of strength to remain polite. She's had enough for today. Strong arms or not. "Call me if you need anything," she returned tired and did as she was told. But she never went into the bathroom again. The short pause for breath after putting on the lacquer became her undoing. Only briefly did she dangle her feet over the edge of the bed, tilt back and fall asleep. With her lips still lavishly painted red and her very short summer dress, which allowed many insights.

"The time has come, you can start. But remember, two hours, no longer at all," Hichan hissed into his brother's ear. Both were hiding under their camouflage covers outside the glass door of the bedroom. Mori was shaking all over, unable to think clearly and so happy that the younger one had followed him right away. When he heard the loud music he wanted to sing along, if the redhead hadn't put his hand in front of his mouth. The alien was to direct his thoughts to everything else, except Torio. With all his strength Mori tried to keep his heat under control, now it had to go fast, because only in her body, the fire would be easier to control.

The rather small alien entered the room and stood between April's legs, which were hanging limply from the edge of the bed, and bent over her. He carefully pressed her chin down with his thumb and when his lips opened, he was "sucked in", so to speak. Mori had disappeared and the American woke up from her sleep.

"I've done it... and... it feels really good." He risked a faint thought about what he was doing and slowly straightened up. Nothing happened. No glowing fingers or hot flashes, nothing. He got out of bed in a positive surprise and looked around. There was a big mirror in a corner which he curiously headed towards. It was the first time he was in a strange body and he was happy about the apparent simplicity of this process. Deftly he turned back and forth and looked attentively at "his" curves, touched the long freshly waxed legs and casually threw his hair down his neck.

"Mori, Mori ... you look good," whispered a voice behind him. Giggling, he whirled around and fell into his brother's arms.

"Thank you, Hichan... for your help." April's voice didn't sound much like April, but you'd think she was suffering from a cold.

"No problem, sweetheart... didn't think her ass would be so easy to get at." The redhead's hands slipped up his skirt and sucked on his now very shapely buttocks with suction cups.

"Hey! Stop that ... you naughty boy", he complained and gave the obviously amused Hichan a pat on the back of the head. "Impossible. You're impossible!" But he pushed Mori out of the room in the form of the attractive woman.