Order some pizza.

You did come here to eat after all. You had completely forgotten how hungry you are. So you approach the counter, and wait for the pizza guy to finish putting one in the oven. You lean on the counter and rest your chest on it. The pizza guy enjoys the view when he turns his attention to you.

"Two sausage, please," you tell him and pull out a five and hand it to him.

He takes your money, "You a sausage fan, are ya?"

You don't let the pun slip past. "I like meat. Don't you?"

He seems uncomfortable that you reversed his sexual pun. He just goes to get your pieces and put them in the oven. But you don't let him off so easily.

"Are you a vegetarian, then? Only nancy boys are veggies. You aren't a nancy, are you pizza guy?" You smile slyly.

"No, I'm no vegetarian. And I don't think I like where you are going with your comments either!" He pulls out your pizza slices from the oven, and spits on them before handing them to you. "Here's your pizza, bitch. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!"

You shrug, and dig in. You've had worse things in your mouth today. And you do let the door hit your ass on the way out for fun. You walk down the street, swaying your feminine figure to and fro. This is going to be fun, you think as you see guys and girls alike sneaking glimpses at you. And you could have sworn you saw a real transsexual openly gawking with a growing hardon that ends up scaring away her male date. You can cause so much mischief. You don't even know where to begin.

On one hand, you are looking for a fucking. On the other, you have that kit which you can use to transform other people into their true forms like you and that worthless excuse for a shemale you left in the bathroom at the pizzeria.