Omega Zeta Kappa 8: λ

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More than halfway through his first year of college, Layton was still waiting anxiously for the moment he'd finally, actually come out of his shell. He'd always been rather softspoken and shy, and even puberty had left him short and small in stature, enough for normal guys to tower over him. It had also been particularly unkind in leaving him awkward, tongue-tied and just easily flustered in general around girls. Nonetheless, he pursued a college education in music performance and composition, hoping that he'd somehow build up or find the courage to perform and create music for everyone to enjoy. It maybe goes without saying that he had stage fright too—only mitigated when he was in a large enough ensemble to make himself believe he could disappear in the onstage crowd.

Erwin was one of the first upperclassmen—if not the first person—to really pay attention to, and be nice to him. The Omega Zeta Kappa fraternity terrified Layton at least as much as everything else when he first heard about them. There were all kinds of crazy rumors, sometimes in the mouths of the group's very own members. But Erwin invited him in not far into his first semester, describing the place as a kind of shelter for the less stereotypically popular students, and full of friendly people besides. He was happy that he trusted the first friend he'd made, as it turned out to be that and more. Even the strangest and most initially terrifying members, like OZK's "boss" and those two bizarre werewolves, treated Layton like a younger brother of sorts and went out of their way to help and encourage him sometimes.

The only bad thing was that, even with all of the advice and help he was getting from such people, he still hadn't really found much confidence in himself. He knew he had talent with music—he was doing well enough in his classes, after all—but still locked up completely in all kinds of basic social situations. The idea of doing lone recitals later in his academic career—much less performing professionally—still scared him stiff sometimes.

The announcement on that Saturday morning perplexed and worried Layton to no end. He wasn't nearly as used to OZK's bizarre stunts as most of its members, having bypassed even the lightweight "hazing" they usually did on Erwin's firm insistence. He didn't know what to think—if it was even real or not—until he got out of his room and looked around. Of course the living area being suddenly, increasingly full of pretty girls was...something any guy could agree was nice, but it presented a serious problem for Layton in particular. He still wasn't even sure if any actual transformations were taking place, or if the high council had somehow enlisted the assistance of a real sorority to pull an elobrate prank all of the fraternity's actual members. In the way he usually did when so completely overwhelmed, Layton just sort of shut everything out and numbly went to take care of something he at least comprehended how to do—in this case, get breakfast.

"Heeyy!" Most of the way to the kitchen, he was snapped out of it by a high-pitched, cheerful voice, and turned that way to see a gorgeous girl in a maid outfit, standing next to a taller, also gorgeous girl in..well, whatever it was, it didn't do much to hide her skin or figure. They were near the wall on the side of the hallway just in front of him, along with a thing that resembled a water cooler full of...well, the phrase "pulsating liquid rainbow" is what came to Layton's mind.

The maid-girl wagged a huge, fluffy white tail behind her. "Layton! Morning, bro!"
"Uh, um.......h-hi." He desperately wanted to pretend she was after someone else's attention, but she not only waved right at him but said his name like she recognized him. As usual, he just sort of froze in place.
"Oh, great job, you broke him," the other girl said, making the maid-girl's big white wolfish ears droop apologetically.
"H-hey, it's just me—uh, Sid, dude. Didn't you see the announcement?"

"Wha-buh..S-sid?" Layton's eyes were wide as he looked at the other girl and spotted some fangs in her mouth. "Quaid?!"
"Yeah, that's me~," she said cheerfully. "We got the job of serving the potion to everyone! You want some?"
"Uh. Um." Given that Layton's brain hadn't yet accepted that the situation was even real, the concept of getting turned into a girl himself came as a completely warningless shock. It was plausible, maybe, that two similar-enough-looking girls, both also werewolves, had somehow been enlisted to 'play the roles' of female versions of those two, but...their looks of instant recognition, the way they talked, and..anyway, even beyond that, there was just something Quaid-like and Sid-ish about them. The picture that had come with Rich's group text had shown a girl with the same strangely irresistible, piercing red eyes, too. And that stuff in the cooler which they were apparently offering people was definitely magical in nature. So, maybe...

Even with Layton's belief tipping toward the announcement being completely serious, it didn't really help him right now. Sid and Quaid or not, there were two gorgeous girls in outfits that didn't do much to hide their figures talking to him, focusing directly at him, and he just couldn't handle that. After what felt like an eternity of hesitation and stammering, he managed: "Uh. I-I gotta, um, eat. F-first. Really um. Hungry," and then fled the scene as fast as he could.
"Okay, catch you on the way back!" Quaid said, which didn't exactly reassure him much. He maybe also caught Sid saying something about him plotting a different route to get away from them before he got inside the kitchen door and properly out of earshot. It made him a little ashamed to admit to himself that doing so actually was his first instinct here.

While he ate a quick breakfast, Layton's mind slowly processed everything that had overwhelmed it before and came to a conclusion as to what he really wanted to do: He wanted to talk to Erwin about this. Even if it was an elaborate prank, Erwin wouldn't go out of his way to jerk Layton around—just the opposite. He could tell him whether this was for real, and maybe...help him figure out what he should do about it? But then something else clicked through his brain—Rich's text said the whole council would be girls by tomorrow. So, was Erwin...?

The easiest way to get an answer was to communicate. And, if there was one person Layton maybe didn't feel nervous around, it was Erwin. He sent off a question if the announcement was real first, and Erwin quickly replied that it was—that all five members of the council had taken that glowing potion before it went out. That they'd seen Rich change right away into the form seen in the picture.

can I talk to you about this?

The replies came:

absolutely!

you can come up to my room if you want

but uh

There was a distinct pause betwen this third text and the fourth one:

I might look pretty different!

Layton's heart raced a bit at the clear implication of this. Erwin's potion must have also already taken effect, which meant...he'd be a cute girl, too? Still—that was who he needed to talk to. He steeled himself as best he could while he cleaned up after breakfast, and then..planned a route to the stairwell that would avoid the two wolf-girls. He did feel slightly bad about that, but Quaid and Sid weren't exactly the sort whose feelings got hurt very easily at all. Maybe he'd apologize later or something, if they even remembered.

His knock on the door was characteristically soft, but Erwin could always hear it anyway. After a moment, the door opened, and a tall, curvy, drop-dead gorgeous woman was standing there looking down at him. "Morning, Layton," she said, her voice cheerful and warm—fairly high in pitch, but gentle and almost motherly, really.
"Uh. Um, E-Erwin?" He sort of squeaked out.
"Yeah. Hey," she squatted toward his level a bit. "No need to be nervous! It's just the same old Erwin, 'kay?"
"Um. S-sure." Layton was still blushing just from looking at her cute face, but he felt a bit better, less frozen right away—like her warm voice itself had thawed him.
"Great. Come on in," she said, standing back up and gesturing him to follow. He came inside to find the same room as usual, a half-finished painting in the corner.

"I was just working on that," she said, gesturing, "What do you think?"
"Uhm, It l-looks good." Erwin knew he wasn't much of an art critic, but always asked his opinion anyway.

"Thanks! I'll be sure to show you the finished product later," she said cheerfully. "Now, um..take a seat?" she offered a computer chair, sitting on her bed, and Layton shuffled over to sit across from her, bringing their eye levels reasonably close to even.

"I guess it's obvious enough what this is about, huh?" she said, to start him off.
"Um, y-yeah. I don't like, even..um."
"I know this is kinda sudden. We agreed when this whole idea was brought up to keep it a secret until a decision was made," she said, absently brushing through a bit of her ridiculously long hair with a hand. "Sorry. It's just, uh, how Rich is about this sorta thing."
"Uh. T-that's okay. I-I mean I don't think it'd be any less of a shock if I heard about it last week. A-at least I know this is, definitely for real..."
"Yeah, there is that," she said, nodding.

"S-so like, if I don't..then, I'll really get kicked out?"
"Mmh." She sort of half-nodded. "But, even if you stayed—I don't feel like you'd be too comfortable being the only guy in a whole sorority house. You don't seem like the 'harem anime' kinda guy to me."
"Uh—um..n-no, I g-guess you're right..." he mumbled, struggling to even imagine that situation.

"If you ask me, though, I think you should take it," Erwin continued.
"R-really? Um—why?" It was one thing for her to encourage him to turn into a girl so he could stay with the fraternity, but she clearly meant 'should' in a far stronger sense than that.
"Well, for one thing, you shouldn't have so much trouble talking to girls if you've been one before," she said. "It's easier to get to know someone you've got something in common with. And even if you don't stay that way for long, it'd help you figure out they're people just like you are, right?"

"Um, I-I guess so."

"Besides that, well...hmn."

She tilted her head slightly, very cutely at that, seemingly thinking up the best way to word something. "Well—you see how I look now, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
"I guess that's kinda a silly question, you haven't really taken your eyes off me since we sat down," she said cheerfully, just on the edge of teasingly. "Not that I blame you—or mind. But, think about how I looked before. I..didn't like it much," she continued. Picturing the 'old' Erwin, Layton realized that he'd never complained aloud about his looks once—but also that it wasn't hard to imagine what complaints he might have had. "And, I know..you don't really like being, well, short. Right?"
"Y-yeah.." He'd always sort of hoped that he was a very late bloomer and would get a growth spurt soon, but it just didn't seem to be happening.
"Well, Rich told me a bit more about how the potion works after I showed her my new look. It can..tend to make a person look more like how they wanna look? Being a girl aside. So, if you took it, you actually could be taller. Or, whatever else you want to be."

"Just...as a girl," he said.

"Yeah," she nodded. "But, I can promise you that from my experience so far, that's really not so bad, either."

The gears slowly turned in Layton's head. He could make himself taller...maybe even stronger, instead of scrawny. He could be...actually attractive, as a girl! Maybe it wasn't such a bad propect. It gave him another question, however. "Um..w-what about uh..?"
"Yes?"
"Well. D-do you think it could make me feel more um. Confident? Like, in general?" he said. The truth, of course, was that how he looked was secondary at best.

"Hmn. I don't know. It'd be very, very bad for a potion like that to severely alter a person's mind, possibly without their consent. But that doesn't mean it wouldn't help. It's not impossible that part of the reason you're so nervous around people is because your size makes you feel 'less' than them. So, being bigger—or, just looking more like the way you want in general, could at least be a step in the right direction, right?"

"I guess...yeah," he nodded slowly. In fact, when he was picturing himself physically 'better' a moment ago, it was more that he was imagining that self acting more confident around other people. It felt like he just couldn't imagine his present self, with the body he had, doing the same thing, and maybe that had been impeding his progress more than he realized.

"Uh...does it uh..hurt or anything?" he asked next.

"Not at all. There is some, I guess discomfort? It definitely feels weird," she concluded half-to-herself, nodding. "But..also, really good? I mean, I don't know of anyone who's complained of it being unpleasant, and..I understand several of us who've changed so far, including me, actually kinda enjoyed it." While she said this, Erwin's cheeks lit up with a bit of a blush for some reason.

"I..I think I wanna go through with it then," he said slowy. "But um..c-could you maybe, stay with me?" Despite his increasingly positive anticipation of the end result, the idea of transforming was still fairly scary. If anything, Erwin's curvy, 'motherly' look made him feel even more comforted by the idea of her presence than her original appearance might have.
"Certainly, if you want," she said, and hopped to her feet. "Okay, sit tight. I'll go get some of the potion for you."
"Uh, o-okay." Watching her leave, it was still difficult for part of his brain to believe that gorgeous girl really was the same Erwin as before. Besides the drastic shift in appearance, she seemed...just a bit happier, more energetic, and maybe even kinder than ever before, if that was possible. Well, she wasn't exactly hiding the fact that she'd liked the results of her change.

Before long, Erwin returned with a wine glass in her hand, filled about halfway up with the same pulsating liquid rainbow as the werewolf girls had offered him before. "Here you go~," she said cheerfully, offering toward him. He carefully took it, worried the whole time he was going to drop or spill it, and carefully tipped it into his mouth. It tasted sort of like a bacon cheeseburger, which was an utterly bizarre flavor for a drink to have, but the worst that did was make him wince as he swallowed it. Then he held the empty glass out and she took it back, setting it on her nightstand. "How'd it taste?"
"Uh. Weird," he half-mumbled. "So um..i-it can take a whole day to uh.."

"Supposedly," she nodded, sitting back on the bed across from him. "But I've heard plenty of people started changing almost instantly. I think it helps it come if you can get yourself to relax a little," she said. "Like being tense 'resists' it or something? I'm, not that familiar with how magic works but it makes some kinda sense, right?"
"I-I guess so." Layton wasn't entirely sure how to successfully relax, however, and so sat in an awkward silence for several seconds.

"Hey, how about this? Concentrate on how you want to look, and what you wanna do with that look," she suggested. "It might help it have the effect you want once it does start, too."
"Um, o-okay." Layton tried to imagine himself taller, stronger, and...also a pretty girl like Erwin was. Not—exactly like her, of course, but beautiful nonetheless, he hoped. It'd be nice to have a more athletic build, he thought—some muscle, and enough physical fitness and energy to do some running or play basketball or something. He'd always been so scrawny that sports of all kinds were exhausting, but people who could play them well always made it look like so much fun. His mind latched on to this mental image fairly strongly, the idea of a pretty, energetic young woman jogging or sprinting happily without running out of stream..and him being that girl. It made him feel...happy to imagine it, actually.

"Hey." Erwin's voice, an excited, breathy half-whisper, cut through the brief daydream, shaking him out of it.
"Huh?" he mumbled, looking back up at her from the floor.
"It started!"

"Uh—r-really?" She was gesturing toward his head, and it took Layton a moment to be able to perceive what she'd first noticed—in the form of his bright blonde hair tickling his forehead and cheeks as it rapidly grew longer. Soon the soft locks fell directly into his field of view, the slight weight of them touching his shoulders and crawling on down across and behind them. "Oh, w-wow.." he mumbled; he'd never had hair even halfway to his shoulders before. But, after seeing Erwin visibly enjoy hers, maybe the idea of such lovely tresses had made their way into his mental image of himself as a girl. Whether or not it really had, he was clearly going to get them anyway, as the hair tumbled unreasonbly far down his back, finally pooling an inch or two onto the computer chair by the time it was through. He caught himself running a hand through one of the locks without even thinking about it, finding its texture irresistibly soft and pleasant.

After this, Layton was struck by a curious tingling sensation that seemed to start at the center of his belly and steadily spread outward; by the time he noticed it, it had already covered most of his torso, and caused him to shudder just slightly. It seemed to progress into a sort of tensing sensation that made him involuntarily stretch, raising his shoulders and bringing his arms out a bit. This stretching did more than relieve the mounting tension, as it seemed to actually draw more size out of him, causing his perspective to start slowly rising, his arms and legs pulling themselves longer. "Aa~aah," he muttered softly, and heard his voice crack slightly in the process. "I-I'm, g-gro~owing..!" It squeaked again, but he couldn't care much less about that.

"You are!" Erwin affirmed, echoing the happiness he was starting to feel about it.

"Mm~mnhh..!" As Layton continued to stretch and squirm around in his seat, instinctively rolling his shoulders and flexing and un-flexing everything he could, he managed to sneak a look or two downward, and could easily see the increasingly drastic difference in his height from how far up his shirt's him had crawled. The balls of his feet were touching the ground now, and within a few more seconds his heels landed there too. Even so, he didn't grow the way a guy would—no broadness came to his shoulders, nor did his arms or legs thicken up at all. If anything, his increasingly exposed waist was caving inward at the sides, and his arms and legs gained just enough extra girth to take on a full, shapely, girlish appearance as they continued to grow it.

At this point Layton found himself clenching inward for a moment, almost curling into a ball with his knees raised and his arms close to hugging himself. "Mnnn~nnnhh.." The voice that came from his throat no longer sounded masculine at all, though its usually high pitch was cut with some darker, more mature highlights. Then—"Aaah!"—he popped out of the ball all at once, gaining another half-foot or so of height near-instantly, and his body seemed to settle on this as its final size. He was still a half-head or so shorter than the gorgeous girl sitting on the bed across from him, but—she was actually really tall, too, so that was fine! Layton couldn't suppress a giggle of relief that all of the tension was gone, a girlish "A~aahahah!' as his voice settled fully into its new sound. Then he became aware of one part of his body that was still..tensing, in its own way.

"O-ooh..mngh..?!" Layton felt his face suddenly flush with heat as he felt his manhood become engulfed in an intense tingly, slipping, tugging sensation. He squirmed once again in his seat, letting out soft, conflicted "Aah, aa~aah..." as it vanished steadily away. On the one hand, he realized now that he was actually going to miss the way it felt when he was in the presence of a cute girl—but on the other, its disappearance felt bizarrely amazing, enough to make him increasingly anticipate how good it'd feel when it was done, and anyway it might be fun to feel attracted to boys the same way at least for a while. He shuddered again and then giggled nervously, "H-haha, heheh..!" It felt like the conflied ended with his 'male' side's unconditional surrender, and so he gave himself in to enjoying it and anticipating womanhood. Just as soon as that happened, one last, particularly sharp tug came, drawing more heat in the cheeks and a soft "W-whoo~ooaahh...!" as Layton turned entirely into a girl. This was followed almost immediately by a soft, high, breathy "Aa~ahh...!" as she indeed got to feel the full force of this side of the fence and it lived up to her hopes completely.

She panted softly in the aftermath for just a second; her eyes had fluttered shut at some point in the last several seconds, and when she opened them she could see Erwin kind of half-looking away with what seemed to be a knowing blush. "W-wow," she mumbled absentmindedly, "that was uh, w-whoa..I mean, uh, um, aah..mm~mmnnh..." The new girl's incoherent rambling was interrupted by a gentle pushing sensation from her lower body, which seemed to cause her hips and thighs to start quickly filling themselves out. It gave her another taste of girlish pleasure as her hips and bottom spread wide and round, her thighs thickening to complete the look of her otherwise slender, overall shapely legs. At the same time, she felt cloth sliding its way up her legs, both her pants and underwear becoming much tighter than the relatively slow growth could account for—as they turned into a snug pair of boyshorts and some extremely short, bright red gym shorts.

As the feelings eased off again, Layton looked down and stared at her new figure. "W-whoaa..y-yeah..!" she said softly, happily, seeing the lovely, wide hips and slim, flat waist. "U-uhhm.." But, with her shirt mostly off of her midriff, it was easy to see how soft and smooth her belly was, which wasn't quite what she'd envisioned. "Whoa!" As if in response to this not-even-half-formed complaint, the new girl immediately felt her body's muscles suddenly tense again. But this one was very different from before, not making her feel like stretching at all but rather developing into a sort of pleasant burn, like the feeling of an intense but not injurious workout.

"Aa~ah, hff, ffhh..!" She began panting, finding the sensation almost addictively enjoyable, as strength steadily poured into her. Her arms and legs lost any remaining flab and gained some sleek, slim muscle in its place; her rapidly beating heart seemed to pump her increasingly full of energy and stamina; and that flat belly steadily carved out some solid, girly abs that ordinarily would've taken months or years of work to sculpt into place. Finally, just when the 'exercise' seemed to be easing off toward a close, Layton felt the tingling from near the start of her change reassert itself just across her still flat, boyish chest.

"Haa~aahff..t-that felt a-ma-zing!' she exclaimed. "I-I wanna..I..aa~aah..!" Once again she was cut off by girlish pleasure, as the tingling intensified into a slight forward push, and then that push progressed into a steady growth of two budding breasts. Their skin proved very sensitive all of a sudden, making her squirm and "Mm~mnh" helplessly as it sparked the fuzzy, warm feeling down between her legs just from brushing across the material of her increasingly ill-fitting t-shirt. The sensation intensified to a peak and then slowly, steadily faded off, leaving Layton with a moderately-sized pair of breasts by its end.

But, as she panted heavily once more and her mind sort of partially regained its use, the new girl knew that they weren't quite as big as she wanted. No, it'd be nice to be a little closer to Erwin's echelon of bust size—maybe not as big, but Layton definitely wanted to be busty enough to make boys stammer at her just the same way she used to at girls.
In what seemed to be, once again, a response to her unspoken request, the new girl's breasts tingled sharply again and then began to slooowly, torturously push forward, teasing her with an equally slow and steady flow of pleasure down between her legs. She squeaked helplessly, squirming in place, as she felt the material of her top move from not only this further growth but its own shifting shape: The collar and sleeves broke off, folding down under the rest to form into a bra that fit close against the growing bosom; the remaining top grew longer, just enough to trail the hem down to the top of the tight red shorts around her hips. "MmnNnn~naa~aaAAaahh...!" But, of course, with her breasts still growing, they seemed to squish into the material of the bra, fighting against its restraining force before finally forcing it to stretch and grow with them. This process repeated again and again, each time leaving the new girl with a noticeably bigger bust, and before long she couldn't even consciously register what the end result would be in terms of her appearance—she simply wanted the wonderful, fuzzy feeling it was bringing her deep inside to continue!

"Aa~aahn..heheh..haa~haha..haAAaa~ahahah.! A-aa~awhh yeeaa~aah...!" With one final, steady push, the new girl's bottom squirmed back and forth one last time across the seat of the chair as she felt the pleasure resolve into a satisfying, concluding burst, and at last her body settled itself into place, her now-enormous breasts rising and falling with her rapid panting as it gradually calmed into some deep breaths.

"Mmnh..ooh," she muttered, momentarily overwhelmed and dazed.
"You okay there?" Edwin ventured.
"Uh—um." She looked up to see Erwin's slightly worried expression. "Y-yeah. Yeah!" Pulling out of the haze seemed to cause her to suddenly feel an inward rush of happiness and energy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" The new girl excitedly stood up, the motion making her generous bust bounce and her ultra-long hair flap around. She raised her arms up over her head, stretching back and forth. "I feel great! I mean, this is like—just look at me!"

"You're absolutely gorgeous," Erwin nodded, smiling gently as she stood up too.
"Yeah! A-and I feel really strong too! And like, full of energy! Like I could run a marathon or something?" Layton's mouth seemed to want to move faster than her brain.
"You are strong," the taller girl said. "I saw that six-pack appear for myself. You wanna look in a mirror?" she offered, gesturing.
"Yeah, totally!" The blonde bombshell bounced over right away, quickly taking in her new appearance from every available angle—even lifting her tank top briefly to confirm that, indeed, her belly sported some strong, killer abs. And on top the height, the muscle, and the amazing figure, her previously-pale skin had turned gained a healthy, bronze tan all over.

After this, she turned her attention Erwin's way again. "Ooh, thank you thankyouthankyou!" Her body also moving faster than her mind, she pounced the tall, curvy woman into a hug, putting their cheeks together for a few seconds before realizing what she was doing and pulling her face back again. "W-whooa, sorry. I uh, I dunno what.."
"Hey, it's fine," Erwin said, smiling gently back—but also blushing about as much as Layton felt like she was. "Girls hug all the time, right?" She was also returning the hug one-armed, tightly enough to keep the shorter girl suspended the extra couple of inches needed to put their faces at the same height.
"Oh, uh—y-yeah!" While her brain continued trying to catch up, it was bombarded with various bits of exciting sensory information: Erwin's hand gently brushing some bright blond hair away from Layton's eye; her soft breasts squishing against the shorter girl's almost-as-big and decidedly much firmer pair, the soft material of her tights touching suddenly-bare leg skin. After a moment this assault mercifully ceased, as Erwin gently set her down and took a tiny step away, raising a hand to just rub the top of the shorter girl's head for a second.

"Well, despite what I said earlier, you certainly seem more confident," she said. "Also rather full of energy."
"Uh, yeah but um—I-I think it's kinda more the second thing," Layton admitted. "I mean I just, sorta did that without thinking, or before I could think or something. Like, I don't think I would if I'd given myself a second to think about it?"
"Well, being impulsive isn't always bad either," Erwin said. "If you didn't tell me, I might not even know the difference."

"R-really?"
"Sure. You could probably get away with just owning whatever you do on impulse, and seem very self-confident. On the other hand, that might be how you get someone like Sid."
"H-heheh..I don't think I wanna go that overboard," Layton said, twirling a finger in her hair absently. "Still, um—fake it 'till you make it, huh?"

"Sure! It could work," Erwin said.

Layton realized at this point that she was leaning back and forth on her feet, swaying around distractingly if not annoyingly. Erwin was watching her, but not commenting—much less complaining—about this behavior. "Sorry uh. I-I just feel like I'm so full of energy I'm gonna pop right now," she said. "Maybe I just need to burn it off or something. Like, I feel like I'd really enjoy going for a run all of the sudden."
"Well, go for a run then, silly," Erwin said, giggling softly (very cutely) and gesturing behind Layton toward her door. "No one's stopping you."
"Y-yeah..yeah! I can do it!" She half-turned around, then back to Erwin again, giving a much more abbreviated hug. "Thanksagain." Then she actually turned toward the door to leave.
"You're quite welcome~," Erwin said back. "Have fun!"

"I will!"