Dinner

You sit at the table, extremely conscious of your new body and aware of everyone walking by in the snowy street. A passing guy gives you a slow look over and you sense his interest. Holy shit this is so weird.

Your rounded ass feels… rounded in the seat. Like big. It’s a proportions thing. Jo is small and her ass is not big, it’s sexy and cute and fuckable. It just feels big cause you’re so small.

And your muscles ache. Jo has been skiing all day, snowplowing hard and your leg muscles are sore as hell. You’re tired and hungry.

The waitress passes Jo the menu’s and Jo passes one to you. Odd. They usually pass you the menu… but you are the woman now…

You wriggle in your seat and you feel your largish breasts jiggle beneath your coat. The whole self conscious thing ratchets up as you realise your are all but naked under the long jacket. The libido pill makes this realisation exciting and your nipples peak and your new sex tingles moistly. Shit you’re getting turned on by this. The fabric slides against your bare skin.

You read the menu, focusing on that. “A burrito with all the trimmings.” You order. “And whatever IPA you have on tap.” It’s a normal order for you.

“Um, Jo, you don’t like IPA’s or Cilantro,” Jo reminds you. “And you can’t finish a burrito…” it sounds almost condescending and it makes you feel… a bit confused.

You double down. “That’s set to change… and put your hottest sauce on it!” You say. Jo was always a bit of a wimp when is came to hot food.

Jo laughs and rolls her eyes at your attempt to be manly in her body, “fine, a chicken and cheese quesadilla with rice and beans on the side. A sweat pear cider. And a side of the mild corn salsa please.” She orders. That’s what she normally orders.

“Sure thing,” the waitress says, leaning forward to take the menus, her cleavage in Jo’s face - and you realise she is flirting with Jo. You feel a surge of annoyance and possessiveness. Jo is your… boyfriend? Partner? Whatever. And Jo is oblivious.

“How you doing Princess?” He asks and places a hand on your leg.

“I’m fine.” You grumble and look out at the passing people.

“Not feeling a little horny with that libido pill amping your sex drive?” He asks.

“Nothing I can’t control.” You assure him.

“You do look sexy with your pig tails… and I know you’re almost naked under that coat. How about we have a quickie in the restroom,” he suggests with a grin.

“I am not fucking you in this body. Don’t even suggest it,” You say. You had intended to be firm and authoritative in tone but in Jo’s high girly voice it sounds uncertain and less than commanding.

“Hey, you remember that time we went out and I gave you the remote for my vibrator?” He asked.

“Um… yeah?” Where was he going with this.

“Ok, close your eyes…” he says.

“What?” You ask.

“Close them…” he says again.

You exhale. Remote controlled vibrator. It was tiny. A bullet. You frown as you consider then your eyes widen. You’d felt something odd down there. “Oh shit. You didn’t!?”

Jo grins and surreptitiously shows you the remote. You make to grab it but he shakes his head and palms it faster than you can move. “I did. After we showered I slipped it in. I’m surprised you didn’t notice…”

“What are you going to do?” You ask, sweating. You should be angry but the damned libido pill is making you even more aroused. You watch as her thumb hovers over the remote dial.

“This thing has three speeds. My favourite is the low speed… which speed would you like Princess….?