As the waitress girl, now turned bombshell escort, sat at the table near the door, the other customers slowly begin to notice that there was no one around to serve them anymore. The grumbles of conversations that they were having about their lives turned to aggressive murmurs complaining about the services. Daniel thought to himself that he had to fix this, he was the one who made this happen after all. Who could fine in the cafe to replace the missing waitress?
"YO! Can I get some FUCKING service here?!" A man shouted at the counter. Dressed in gym shorts and a white vest exposing tattoos of guns and tribal shapes, sports sunglasses sat on his do rag, possibly in his early 30s. The type of guy you'd expect to branded as a douche bag. "A perfect replacement" Daniel thought, and began writing on the iPad.
"FUCKING, TYPICAL!" The man at the counter contiunced. "I'm 15 seconds LATE on my routine now!"
"Young man, would you keep the language down?" An old lady who was sat at the table next to him asked sternly. "There are children in this building."
"Oh! I'm sooooo sorry!" the man replied sarcasticly, "The children shouldn't learn such 'bad words' despite that they will eventually!" He turned back to the counter, "Gotta be fucking kidding me, IS ANYONE EVEN BACK THERE?!" he shouted, leaning over the counter. "I could of been out of here by now!"
The old lady had gotten up now and pulled the man's arm down to meet him at eye level. "If you're so late, why not make whatever you want yourself?" she said bluntly.
"You know what, grandma?" he responded with a cocky smile, "I will." He then proceeded to walk around the counter. "In fact, I'll go ahead and serve everyone in the line whiles I'm at it. YOU!" he pointed at the lad that was behind him in the line. "What ya here for?!"
"Err..." The kid stumbled a little, "A... regular mocha?"
"Right! Mocha!" The man responded and looked at the coffee machine. He clearly didn't know what he was looking at. He stood there for a moment puzzled.
"Do you need help, dear?" The old lady asked with a wicked smile on her.
"I've got this..." the man responded, still puzzled at which dial to twist.
"Are you suurree?" The old lady asked
"I''ve GOT THIS!" the man yelled grabbing the right dial. Suddenly, it was like he knew how the machine worked, how everything worked, where everything was, as if he'd always been working there. However, it was only Daniel that got to notice the physical changes that was happening to the man. Daniel had typed in the iPad the following:
"The man in the gym gear will end up being the new waitress of the cafe. When he touches the coffee machine, he will have the knowlegde of how everything works and where all the equipment are. The more he works, the more he will turn into a woman. A college student, aged 23, latina, 5 feet 2 inches, she will be slim apart from her hips and breasts, they will be large. Her personality will be the polar oppersite to her male self, sweet and kind hearted, friendly with everyone and doesn't swear (at least not in English). No one will notice this change after he touches the machine expect for Daniel and it will be that she has been working for a year."
"Here you go sir," the man said handing over the mocha to the lad who handed over the money. "Here's you change, have a good day. Next please." he said with a smile. Daniel noticed the man's lips began to plump out as he smiled and skin getting more tanned, His eyes began darken too. The do rag that was on his head faded away as it revealed his new hazelnut, crickly hair being held back behind him by the headband that was once his sunglasses.
The man made the next coffee, but the steam from the milk froffer burnt his fingers a little. "ARGH! ¡Mierda!" He said, but continced to work, not batting an eyelid at the fact he spoke spanish for a moment. As his hair got longer, his height got shorter. The muscles he once had on his arms slowly deflated as his chest inflated inside his white vest which reshaped itself to fit, same with his shorts as he leg muscles transfer their shape to his hips. The tattoos that once covered his arm began to change to butterflies and flowers, then his clothes transformed themselves to a sleeveless olive green summer dress and dark nilon leggings, with black pumps to replace the sport trainers. Finally a nametag appeared on her top. "Morissa." it said proudly in fancy handwritting, multiple colours and a heart for the dot of her I.
Daniel felt comtempt, as if he had resorted some balance in the world. One least douche bag in the world. But, part of him felt a little selfish. He hadn't forgot about the incident on the train, or the previous waitress now escort and now he had created a latina coffee shop girl who is perfect, in fact, exactly to his standards.
"Everything OK, sir?" Morissa asked Daniel with a smile, her new voice sending a chill down his spine. He had some primal needs that needed sorting out.