Nicole seemed to be the most popular character from Body Shopping, and I've got a lot of requests to see more of her. So now you can have a chance to take her on a post-TF date. Just a small little caption story to get me back into the swing of things. Picture by

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“Heyyyy!” The three-legged woman kicks back one of her legs and shakes it in the air. It takes you a moment to realize she is trying to wave you down. When you stop, she says your name like it’s a question? You nod, trying not make it too obvious that you’re looking over her strange body. “I’m Nicole!” She can see that you’re taking her in, crossing her right and middle leg in a cute little pose. “Well, how are you?” You say that you’re fine, and ask how she’s doing. “Heh, I’m good. Did Zoe and Sujitra give you a hard time?” After you’d worked up the courage to ask Nicole for her number, the large cow businesswoman and octopus dominatrix put you through a serious interrogation before you were ‘allowed’ to date their friend. You shake your head and Nicole smiles, her brown eyes sparkling. “Nice! So, like, where do you want to go?” You nervously suggest a nice café nearby to sit down and chat, maybe share a pastry? “Oh yeah, that place is great!” Nicole is already familiar with the spot and turns to walk with you. You think of how she’s much taller than you remember from your first run in, with her waist reaching just below your shoulders. Her legs go on for days, and it’s fascinating to watch how she alternates with her middle leg while walking. It’s so distracting that you accidentally bump your side against her hips, hastily saying sorry. “It’s fine!” Nicole squeaks out, but then you bump into her again a few more times after that. After the fourth time, Nicole lets out a little giggle and you can tell that one was on purpose. You mumble out something about her being cute and she blushes, swaying next to your side. At the entrance to the café, you hold the door open for her and Nicole leads the way in. “I’m gonna get a lemon bar.” She tells you, leaving room for you to add an order. You say you’ll have the same. The barista brings out your pastries and you go to pay for your order without asking Nicole, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “Why don’t we sit over there?” She kicks towards two empty stools at the bar with her left leg. You bring the two plates over and she jumps her butt onto the stool beside you. You say that you’re ok with standing, letting you stay on eye level with her. She tilts her head to the other side of you, bushing her hair over the belt of her pants. “Um, what kind of stuff do you like to do?” You start to talk about some of your hobbies, watching Nicole’s dusty red lips smile when you share some of your more unusual interests. Occasionally she glances over at her lemon bar on the counter, and you wonder if she’ll ask you to help feed her…