A sequel! This one has transformation of not just a gal but also a boy! If you don't like femboys and shemales might as well turn around at this point cause there's gonna be dicks, let me tell ya. Oh, and the standard cadre of weird fucking perversions: lactation, mind control, transformation. You know: totally normal things to get a boner over.
Enjoy!
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The Shake It, Baby was almost spooky quiet when Ash and Nina entered through the push doors, hand in hand. A gentle jingling bell heralded their arrival. The mild tinkling startled a young woman with gorgeous blonde hair out of a daze, making her practically jump from her position at the counter. She smiled at the sight of the pair; her hands coming up from below the counter to fetch a pair of menus.
"Welcome!" she said in a bubbly voice, then tapped the nametag on her left breast. "My name is Lezlee and I'd love to be your waitress for today! Oh, my, a guy!" she added as if noticing Ash's gender for the first time. "Are you...no, that's fine, this is a progressive establishment after all. Everyone is welcome. Yay! I'll get your booth, just right this way!"
Ash and Nina exchanged a look as the waitress staggered her way out from behind the register over to an empty booth. The decor of a 1950s cafe matched Lezlee's outfit only in the general aesthetic. She doubted many servers in burger joints during the McCarthy era had too many pink pencil skirts and plunging necklines that left every inch of cleavage exposed. Both had to struggle not to ogle the poor thing, but nobody could stop their eyes from locking onto the luxurious width of her hips and the sway of her ass like some kind of lewd pendulum. Ash was thankful to have a table to cover any trace of an erection bulging out his jeans, and he slid into the seat opposite Nina. A pair of laminated menus sat on either side, and the pair glanced over the options before turning their attention back to their waitress.
"I definitely appreciate the decor," Ash said when Lezlee was out of earshot, eyes locked onto her retreating posterior. Nina's flats made contact with his shin hard enough to make him wince.
"Stop eye-fucking the wait-staff, you pig," she said with a grin, her own attention on the appetiser selections. "Besides, why do you need a dim bimbo like that when you have me?"
Nina pointed at her various traits as if to show herself off like a prize on a game show, and she was right. Ash thought she was the hottest damn woman in the world. She had a round, loving face, the kind you'd hope your nurse to have if you got sick. Soft, subtle curves filled out her buttoned blouse and cute cutoffs, but the knowledge of what a tight body waited underneath those clothes made Ash's hormones rage in mere proximity to her. Her hair was cut only to her earlobes. Not his preference, but it was her head. He was just glad she kept it dark brown, rather than the gaudy, ditzy blonde her friends had been favouring lately.
Ash nodded over to the bent-over bottom of Lezlee the waitress. She was blonde too, and looked like she couldn't find a clue in a box full of murder-themed board games. "I bet you she'd join a threesome with us."
"Oh god," Nina said, resting her cheek on one hand. "You're really something else, aren't you?"
Ash swept back his longer than usual black locks. Blessed with thick natural hair, he liked to keep it short. Long hair was for chicks and weirdos, after all. "I like to think so. She looks just about slutty enough to go for a ménage à trois with a pair of strangers, don't you think?"
She hid the smile that crept up the corners of her mouth. "Pretty much yeah. God, what kind of restaurant makes their staff wear all pink?"
Before he could answer, Lezlee was back with a big notepad and an even wider smile. "Hiya again! What can I get for ya, or do you need some more time?"
They ordered. Ash noted that yes, their waitress was indeed writing down the food they wanted in a pink gel pen and writing hearts above the i's like a ditzy schoolgirl. Once the waitress took off with their food, Nina leaned over the table.
"Wanna try the comp trick again?" she whispered in a conspiratorial tone.
"Oh, god, you're even worse than I am!" he said through a laugh. "You know we nearly got kicked out the last time we tried it. The bill's gonna be like twenty bucks tops. Believe me, I got us covered."
But her devious smile didn't waiver. "What's a matter, sweetheart? Gonna pussy out on me?"
A playful stalemate ensued. Once Nina wiggled her eyebrows, Ash found himself sufficiently goaded. "Alright, alright. Lemme take the lead though. You can barely keep from laughing half the time we do this shit."
Their order came just in time as the grumble in Ash's stomach was becoming audible. But when the waitress lowered the plates onto the table, he frowned.
"You sure this is our order?" he asked, looking around the restaurant. Feigning confusion, he could see no other heads waiting for food.
Rather than sense their displeasure, Lezlee beamed and answered as if she was back in school and asked to give the answer to a simple addition problem. "Yup! One burg, no mayo, extra pickles and one root beer float with extra coconut sprinkles!"
"Jesus, did you even listen to us?" Ash shot back. He started counting off a series of fictitious errors on his fingers, and each made the peppy waitress deflate a little bit more. "I said a lettuce bun, no pickles, and sweet potato fries on the side."
"And I wanted a cherry cola float, and definitely no coconut sprinkles, ick!" she said, flicking the dusting of sprinkles that rested on top of her ice cream treat. Truthfully, she adored coconut, but selling the bit was important.
"B-but...but I..." Lezlee sputtered, but Ash wouldn't be stopped. Nina laughed at this exchange, neither of the pair showing any particular mercy to the dim waitress.
"Alright honey, listen, here's what you do. You go get your boss and explain to her how badly you fucked up. Chop chop."
It looked like Lezlee was thinking of doing just that. But instead of clomp off to explain her apparent failures, her eyes welled up and she snivelled. The fun drained from the endeavour as the buxom blonde stood there and bawled her eyes out.
An older woman of maybe forty years stomped out from the door to the kitchen with a fire in her eyes. She put herself in between Lezlee's quivering form and the table where Nina and Ash were sitting, shielding the blubbering bimbo with her busty body.
