Go to a restaurant and have a meal as Amanda

Luke, now Amanda, walked out of the lingerie boutique with a newfound confidence and a bag full of sexy purchases. He felt a thrill of excitement and power coursing through his veins, the sensation of being in his mother's body intoxicating. He decided to take his adventure a step further and headed to a nearby upscale restaurant, his heels clicking against the polished marble floor of the mall.

As he entered the restaurant, he could feel the eyes of the patrons on him, admiring glances and appreciative stares following his every move. He walked with a sway in his hips, his head held high, exuding an air of confidence and allure. The hostess greeted him with a warm smile and led him to a cozy booth by the window.

Luke slid into the booth, the soft leather cushions embracing his curves. He crossed his legs, the fabric of his sundress riding up slightly, revealing a hint of his smooth, tanned thighs. He picked up the menu, his eyes scanning the options, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the thrill of the moment.

A young, handsome waiter approached his table, a charming smile on his face. "Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I get for you today?" he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

Luke looked up at the waiter, his eyes meeting the young man's gaze. He felt a surge of confidence and desire, the power of his transformation fueling his every move. He smiled back, his lips curving into a seductive grin. "Well, I'm not quite sure yet. What do you recommend?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

The waiter's smile widened, his eyes lingering on Luke's cleavage for a moment before returning to his face. "Our special today is the grilled salmon with a lemon-dill sauce. It's quite popular," he said, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone.

Luke leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table, his breasts pressing together to create a deeper cleavage. "That sounds delicious. I think I'll have that," he said, his eyes never leaving the waiter's face.

The waiter nodded, his eyes flickering with interest. "Excellent choice, ma'am. And what would you like to drink?"

Luke paused for a moment, his fingers tracing the rim of his water glass. "I think I'll have a glass of your finest white wine. Something crisp and refreshing," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

The waiter's smile turned into a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Of course, ma'am. I'll be right back with your drink," he said, turning to walk away.

Luke watched the waiter as he walked away, his eyes lingering on the young man's firm ass, the way his muscles moved beneath his uniform. He felt a rush of arousal, the heat building between his legs, the dampness growing in his panties. He shifted in his seat, the friction of the fabric against his sensitive skin sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

The waiter returned with his wine, placing the glass on the table with a flourish. "Here you go, ma'am. Your salmon will be out shortly," he said, his voice low and intimate.

Luke picked up the glass, his fingers brushing against the waiter's as he did so. He could feel the spark of electricity between them, the tension building in the air. He took a sip of the wine, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, the taste crisp and refreshing, just as he had requested.

He set the glass down, his eyes meeting the waiter's gaze once again. "Thank you. You've been very helpful," he said, his voice low and husky.

The waiter leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's my pleasure, ma'am. If there's anything else you need, anything at all, just let me know," he said, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and invitation.

Luke felt a thrill of excitement and power, the sensation of being desired, of being in control, overwhelming. He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, his eyes never leaving the waiter's face.

The waiter straightened up, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll be back with your salmon shortly, ma'am," he said, turning to walk away.

Luke watched him go, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and desire. He had never felt this confident, this powerful, this alluring. He took another sip of his wine, the cool liquid doing little to quell the heat that was building inside him.

As he waited for his meal, he couldn't help but marvel at the transformation he had undergone. He was Amanda, in every way that mattered, and the sensation was intoxicating. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, pushing boundaries and crossing lines, but he couldn't resist the allure of the forbidden, the thrill of the taboo.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)?}

Option 1 - Continue to flirt with the waiter, pushing the boundaries of their interaction.

Option 2 - Enjoy your meal and the attention you're receiving from the other patrons.

Option 3 - Reflect on your actions, realizing the consequences of your power and the lines you've crossed.