“More truffle, miss?” The waiter asks Joey, a flirtatious tone to his voice as he leans over your table.

“Sure!” Your date replies, taking your conversation off track completely as the waiter shaves truffle onto her plate.

“Open up!”  He says, and you watch as he brings the grater over Joey’s open mouth.

“What’s going on??” You demand, standing assertively as your date is boukakied with expensive garnish.

“Sir, please…

You haven’t even had a sip of water, please have something to eat!” The waiter insists, turning back to Joey’s plate as the truffle slowly dissolves into her beautiful still face.

Were her breasts always so large?

“It is pretty dry in here…” You trail off, picking up the cold mug of water and taking a sip for the expectant waiter.

“Excellent, now let me go check on your dish!” He laughs, watching you drink for a moment before leaving to the kitchen.

“I can’t believe my tacos are taking so long, they must’ve forgotten to make them or something…” You mumble, “And was it just me, or was the waiter being a little too nice to you?”

“Don’t be silly, babe!” Joey giggles, “You know how guys are around me; you’re like, usually not so jealous…”

“True…” You reply, deep in thought as your ditzy girlfriend slurps up her long, truffle coated noodles.

Joey’s never called you babe before; in fact, you’re having trouble remembering anything about your girlfriend from before tonight…

You take another slice of bread, dipping it in butter as your stomach rumbles. You hadn’t eaten anything for lunch in anticipation of a large dinner, so every minute of waiting now feels like an hour. Maybe you’re a bit confused by hunger, but the restaurant feels a lot bigger than it did when you arrived…

“Just me, or is there something up with this place?” You ask Joey, clearing your throat as your voice comes through in a weak high pitch.

“Like, we’re way too sexy for a place like this, right? The hottest guy here is the busboy, and he’s not worth shit unless he like, fucking blasts us full of cum!” Joey giggles, making your eyes open wide at her sudden crude outburst.

“Huh?” You ask hoarsely, “What’s with you? I’ve never heard you talk like that, you must be really horny…”

The sudden intent to say those last few words was like a switch in your brain, and it makes you pause for a moment as your ears ring. You can feel your heart beat powerfully with each passing second, your mind in full denial as you hesitantly look down your torso.

“No!!!

How the… fuck…

Erhmmmmm…” You mew, male and female wills raging in battle internally.

“What… are we… doing here?” You struggle to ask, neither side of the mental fight inside your head stopping you from asking the ambiguous question.  

“Like, I know, right??” Joey scoffs, “Why aren't we at the club, or like, Ricardo’s?”

You can’t rationalize for more than a moment, female thoughts and memories instantly overwhelming any struggle your old self attempts. You can barely steer the large ship of new personality in a way that’s tolerable, words and desires pouring from your new persona as your ringing ears clear and sounds of the dingy restaurant return.

“Like, you want to strip tonight?” You ask Joey, somehow knowing Ricardo’s is the place she used to work daily.

You try to sound befuddled when you ask her that question, but instead you sound excited- willing even.

“Like, I’ll bring you up on stage tonight if you want! You’re always telling me how much you wanna like, dance and stuff, and I know my really good customers would just fucking love you!” Joey laughs as the hunky busboy brings you your tacos, “Can I get more water please, and I think my friend finished her glass too.”

“Sure thing, ladies…” The busboy smoothly says, pulling out a pitcher from seemingly nowhere to fill your cups.

“Thanks!” You chirp in unison, letting arousal seep through your smile as the waiter gives you both a handsome wink.

“What a stud!” You muse, “Wow, these tacos are like, picture perfect or something!”

You’re too horny to line up your phone for a picture though, plump lips desperate to wrap around something as the busboy’s intense musk wafts at the table.

“Someone’s hungry…” Joey giggles, sounding even hornier than you as you take a succulent bite of two tacos at the same time.

It fills your mouth gloriously, and your eyes roll back as the sounds of the restaurant fade again. You can hear Joey speak, but your mind is too consumed by the euphoria from every grain of salt slipping past the taste buds on your gentle tongue. Your mind melts like chocolate in heat as you devour the delicious tacos, and you don’t even remember where you are till you finish licking your long manicured nails.

“I convinced the chef to give you girls some extra dishes to try, so he whipped a few for you to share.” The busboy says as he walks up to your table, “Here’s the first plate, I’ll go get the rest…”

You giggle like a schoolgirl as the hot busboy stares into your eyes, Joey’s ravenous chewing in the background somehow turning you on even more as you connect with a stranger.  

“Sounds like we might need even more, let me go tell the chef. Oh and I forgot to give you ladies the new menu, you’ve been ordering from our old one this whole time!” He laughs, hurrying back to the kitchen as you take a drink of water.

“Like, I feel so full, but like, totally still hungry somehow…” You trail off in an attempt at thought, “Should I order the Bimbo Burger, or just like, get the Lava Slut Cake for dessert and hit the club?” You ponder aloud, trying to mention the club loud enough for the bus boy to hear as he brings another plate of food.

“You’re gonna need energy if you’re about to hit the club, so I’ll go get you a few bimbo burgers. And if you want to have some fun and protection, I could come with you…” The busboy smiles, the bulge between his legs twitching as you lick your lips.

“I don’t need protection, Daddy…” You gush back, “So you’re gonna have to be really fun…”

“Oh, I am…”