The Next Morning

My phone rang as I was going about opening the shop for the day. It's Grace.

"Hey, Sterling... any word on turning me human again?" She sounds like she just woke up, and do I hear moans in the background? "Cause I um... Pinked out last night."

"Pinked out?" I ask for clarification.

"Like blacking out but, like, sex. I don't remember much after dinner, but I guess we invited more friends over and then passed out mid orgy. Hanna is still cumming, dunno how long that's been going." She pauses for a second, and I hear a louder moan over the phone. "Yeah that'll wear off hopefully. But on the plus side I'm not hungry anymore."

Damn that's kinda hot, I wish I could see them. Shit, stop fantasizing on the job! "W-well, I got a bit of bad news on my end. The book doesn't have a way to reverse it. Apparently the whole 'transforming' thing is like... innate to me and usually it really is just a normal questionnaire." I brace myself for her to blow up.

"Oh... well that sucks."

I was not expecting that response. "You're... not mad?"

"Nah, but maybe it's just the all-night sex marathon talking. I'll let you know how I feel when my appetite returns." Grace laughs, "It's a pretty cool power, just make sure people know before you change them from now on."

"I was actually planning on stopping the service, or at least changing the process." I'd already drafted up a cancellation email for my upcoming appointment, although I hadn't sent it yet.

"Well you said it's like, truth and contact, right? Maybe if you remove the contact it won't change them. Either way, there are plenty of people who would pay a lot to become a succubus or whatever." She makes a good point... I'll have to try that.

We end the call, and I finally finish opening the shop. Maybe she's right. I can't help but think of if some of my regulars would be interested.

A couple hours later I am still thinking about Grace's idea. I hadn't gone through with cancelling my appointments, and it seems she was right that physical contact is needed for my power to work. I also can't get the idea of changing my customers out of my head.

The overly loud door chime breaks my train of thought. "Hiiii Sterling!" A girl enters the shop, heading over to sit on the counter. She brushes her dyed-green hair out of her eyes.

"Hi Lex." I respond, exasperated. Lex has been coming here since Grandma ran the shop, but always gave me a hard time. She would tease me all the time, trying to get me to react. I continue reorganizing the bookshelf. "Don't you have anyone else to bother?"

"Nope!" She tosses a candy bar up into the air and catches it. "You know you love it!" She winks and tears the wrapper open.

"You're paying for that."

"Put it on my tab." Lex says around a mouthful of chocolate.

I sigh and set down the book I'm holding. "You don't have a 'tab,' you're just stealing." I stretch and look around the store. It's quiet today, and Lex would probably be down to get turned into a succubus or whatever...

Am I actually considering this?