Of course.

I was pleased with my progress. I had managed to keep hold of one transformation the whole day, the weight of my conviction dangling between my legs proudly. That, and my eyesight being close to perfect. Meanwhile, I had also reduced transformation time by a good few seconds. It varied based on complexity but it was definitely shorter on average, as well as more precise. I couldn't wait to go out again tonight and experiment further. I decided tonight I would change my look completely, so I could remain completely anonymous in the future. This time, I went for a dirty blond hair colour, blue eyes, a slimmer build but I also made myself a little taller. I had a little muscle definition but the charm of this character was more about my elegance. To go with the look, I reduced my penis length down to eight inches as well as its girth to a more reasonable size. It was amazing to have a huge one but I realised I had missed out on a few opportunities because of its ridiculousness. In retrospect, I was surprised Charlotte had been able to take it so well. Maybe she had experience...

I had to practise my balance a little but after about ten minutes, I got used to it. I got dressed suitably, not too tall to use the same trousers. I had to take my tightest clothes to fit my smaller frame. Dressed to the max, I departed and took my car to the other side of town, on the hunt again. I went into a club, paid my entrance fee and climbed some stairs to the large, bustling and loud space above. The high ceilings were held by wide wooden beams and lights skittered across them. A few large screens showed videos of dancing models, both men and women, in unusual costumes. The beat of the music flowed through me and I went on the prowl. I got a drink, some strange, sour concoction, then surveyed the room. There were many groups but nobody was here alone, that I could see. I changed tactics and looked for cute girls in general and then I saw her.