Perhaps the first order of business for David was to check on Emily, who was supposedly in an accident due to his doing. It wasn't something he wanted to think about, but he knew that it was his responsibility that Emily was caught in the incident. David couldn't imagine how she felt to wake up in a sea of fire, smoke clouding her vision, as if it was a nightmare for her. No, he had to do something.
Knowing that driving there would take at least 15 minutes, given her location, David realized that the fastest way was to use the stone he had in his hand. Luckily for him, he was familiar with a coffee shop one block away, It was the one he would frequent most days before work. Aside from the home café décor and the well-brewed coffee, David was also well fond with the barista there. A young brunette by the name of Sarah, she was a college student who would diligently work at the shop with a sweet personality, allowing David to initiate a few nice conversations with her. Knowing his plight, Sarah would occasionally sneak in some discounts, even if the shop does not always employ such a policy. Such a sweet and gentle girl, and that is even before talking about her svelte, athletic body, which David admitted to leering one too many times. It wasn't his intention to use a person like her, but David couldn't think of anyone else within the vicinity.
And so once more, David relaxed himself once more and imagined seeing the young barista's face, hoping it could wash away the pain just like the coffee she would always bring...
The familiar sensation of a blackout and the fading of the senses occurred, but the numbness soon subsided, as David was quickly greeted with a soft breeze and the faint aroma of the coffee he has always enjoyed. For some reason, the aroma felt more...pungent than before.
Opening his eyes for the first time after the blackout, he found himself inside a storage room of some sort. His arms were outstretched towards a particular box on a higher shelf. It highlighted that he was shorter now, and that his arms are sleeker as well. His nails were now painted in a light pink polish. Retreating those arms, David looked down to see that he was now attired in the typical uniform for the coffee shop, which consisted a blue and white plaid vest, a white button-up shirt with a ribbon flare on top, a tight black skirt ending couple of inches above the knee, and short block heels. Sitting on top of one of his breasts was Sarah's nametag, the same one David would always look forward to seeing. Perhaps the most noticeable thing was how exposed his milky thighs were, which were directly in the cross breeze of the room, sending chills throughout David's current body. At least his underwear was no longer wet, which was probably something David didn't want to think about at this time.
Walking out of the storage room, stumbling a few times in his new heels, he found himself back in the dining room. A familiar sight, but it was certainly weird to see it from this point-of-view, the view of the shorter barista. Another, slightly older, barista came over and asked, "Hey Sarah, were you able to put back the excess stuff in the storage?" David obviously didn't know what it meant, but he decided to play along, "Yeah..." The barista simply nodded and said, "Good, keep up the good work and don't push yourself too hard." As he turned away, David found himself staring at his muscular figure, and he felt something warm up within him. Was it affection or interest? "No David, you have to focus. You need to go check on Emily now," he thought as he slapped himself on the cheek.
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