Just ride.

Driving a motorcycle in New York proves to be instantly terrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time, and you seem to be very good at it. You are very quickly zipping through traffic with practiced ease. Which is all the more impressive when you consider that you aren't even positive you have ever ridden one before, not to mention your balance and all that has to be different in a new body and all that. It takes about two hours to wind your way through the city till you find your way a bit outside the city to the north and pull over and park next to a nice looking little pizza place.

It dawns on you as you clack in the door on your 6" heel thigh high leather boots, sporting a tiny dress, leather jacket, and all you must look silly. But the stares of the two workers reassure otherwise as you are pretty sure one is actually drooling. They even seem to fight a little to be the one that waits on you. The one that wins is about 5'10" lean build with very short brown hair a long face sporting a bad beginning of a mustache, and black rimmed glasses that make his brown eyes seem a tad larger. "Thanks for choosing Tony's what can I get you?" He asks in a very scripted way.

"How about a big fat pepperoni... slice." You answer unable to resist the silly joke. "Oh, and a nice drink."

His inch or so shorter but much larger, 250lbs or maybe even a bit more, coworker takes the bait and with a huge grin answers, "I got something you can drink right here... a coke... what, what did you think I meant?" He laughs as he sees you nod and smile.

With nothing smaller you peel off a hundred and pay, he hands you the change, the slice, and the drink and you grab one of three empty tables in the place and chomp away suddenly starving. Finished you notice they are both staring at you, "I think I'll take another after all, I'm still hungry."

The skinny one brings the plate over, and his larger friend follows saying, "I brought you some cheese." Handing you a glass shaker.

You take the offered shaker and slice and for a second they just stand there, "Oh ya, sorry, how much?" You ask, a twenty in your hand.

You are pretty sure they really want to say or do something but they only take the money and go get your change. They manage to ask, "Need a refill?"

"One glass of soda is plenty for me. Thanks." You answer with a warm smile. Unable to think of anything else to ask you, they go back behind the counter to let you eat.

Putting the change back in your purse it occurs to you that your license had an address on it. Looking at it you see 11th street in Hoboken, New Jersey. "Huh, I wonder if I really live there?" Not like you have many other options. Plus it is getting late enough you will need somewhere to sleep.

"Miss, um we are actually about to close. Did you need anything else?"

Looking up you can't help but wonder how big his cock is. The second you think that you shake your head, thinking, 'I still like girls right?'