Chapter 7 by apowerof

What happens next?

Ash continues to test me

“Notice anything crazy going on?” Ash asked through a Cheshire Cat smile.

I studied the room.

It looked like it did before he came back to our table. The sissy under the table next to ours was still sucking off the man sitting there, her enormous sissy tits pressed into the floor beneath her as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. A tiny caged cock poking out from underneath her tiny skirt.

The other women and sissies in the room looked the same as well, all busting out of the shirts and tops they wore. The sissies were dressed in clothes straight out of an adult store, between cosplay and fetishwear.

I shook my head at him, “no honey, this all seems pretty normal to me”.

He let out a boisterous laugh as he leant back from the table, his hands on top of his head, one still clutching the rulebook. “Hah, holy fucking shit, it works,” he exclaimed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Never you mind,” he said, opening the book again and scribbling furiously.

I kept sipping at my coffee, just watching Ash while he wrote in the book.

A moment later I felt the universe pause again, I blinked and suddenly Ash looked different. I couldn’t place it, he always had the upper body of a gym rat, the tight shirt just showed off his muscled and toned body.

“Miss the beer gut?” He asked, gesturing to himself.

“What are you talking about babe? You’ve always been ripped,” I replied to him, unsure what brought on his comment.

“Fucking A, notice anything else?” He said, his blemish free face and perfect teeth gleaming back at me.

I looked around, the barista was topping off a latte using her breastmilk… no, that’s fine. I looked at the door and saw the line of sissy sluts lined up waiting for a client to select them for use, giant tits straining against their tops… that was normal as well. What could it be…

I turned to look at the table next to us again, “that sissy slut isn’t wearing her collar and tag?” I asked pensively, though confident I had picked it.

He just laughed, “sure, that was it.” He seemed enormously pleased with himself, like he was the only person in the world to get a joke.

“Can we go home? I’ve got to study for that test tomorrow,” I asked, remembering my class schedule.

“Just give me a moment, I’ll sort that out for you,” he said, scribbling away in his book.