Abby felt a bit strange as she took the order of the two wealthy 'were-breeders'. The rush of desire she'd had a moment ago had faded quickly, a wave of disgust at it pushing it from her mind. The pair at the table didn't even notice her walk off, too engrossed in their own chatting.
As the gay waitress got closer to the kitchen, the first sign of her impending change made itself known as Abby stopped to wonder where she was going. Her memory of the table she'd just been at was now very fuzzy, with only a vague recognition of knowing the two people sitting at it. Trying to make sense of this and other feelings, she failed to see that she had turned away from the kitchen and entered the ladies' restroom for customers.
Meanwhile, another server had come to over to Charise and Lester, taken their orders and added a third setting to their table...
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Inside the restroom, Abby found herself staring at her reflection in the huge mirror that hung over the sinks. To her amazement, her clothing began to change. The black slacks she wore fused into a tube, which grew longer as the material spilled over her sneakers. The ebony cotton began to lighten, turning a lovely shade of sky blue even as it became silk.
A sudden jolt from her hips and stomach caused the lesbian server to lean on the marble countertop in front of the mirror. Her sides collapsed inwards, as a perfect hourglass formed. Under the developing dress, her flat ass began to grow rounder, pushing outwards as fat and muscle filled her cheeks. Her hips completed their widening as well.
Next, her apron pulled away to settle on the sink, twisting itself into the beginnings of an expensive leather purse, filled with various bits of make-up, jewelry and other accessories. The notepad she'd carried to write down orders grew wider and flatter, first gaining a glossy sheen before hardening into the latest smartphone, all blinged out.
Still leaning on the counter, Abby's arms began to grow leaner and toned with muscle. Her fingers thinned out, the nails pushing out into manicured perfection. But the lesbian didn't see this, as she was too busy trying to resist a hetero haughtiness growing inside herself.
In fact, her secret attraction to the rich and snobby ladies she'd waited on only fed into this, allowing it subvert her attraction for women into a selfish concern for her own appearance. After all, she did have an image to maintain, and to the social circle she was about to join, that was everything.
Her white blouse had fused with the sky blue skirt, absorbing the coloration as the material tore and ripped into a new shape. The sleeves rolled down her arms, breaking away at the shoulders. As they did, the cloth hardened into silver and gold, reforming into an expensive braid on her right wrist and a diamond-encrusted watch on her left. A few scraps slipped around her fingers, forming into shiny rings of precious metal and stones.
Meanwhile, the buttons in the blouse fell away, as the front reformed into a v-shape that allowed her now braless state to be revealed. However, the sudden surge of growth by her breasts pulled the now silken material tighter, the fleshy orbs touching each other in the center as a lovely display of cleavage.
The fading Abby might've only smiled lustily at the sight, but the new haughty socialite she'd become merely smirked arrogantly. Her perfect white smile was for the paparazzi, not the mirror. She reached up to touch her hair, just as Abby's old dark tangle exploded into long auburn locks that drapped past her delicate shoulders. But some of it was soon bunched up in a sexy pile of curls on top, just as a pair of silver earrings dropped down from her earlobes.
Pursing her plumped lips, the snobby Annise Barrow checked her face in the mirror. Her make-up which highlighted her perfect cheekbones was looking great, as were her deep brown eyes that swallowed up Abby's blues. She reached over and picked up her leather purse from the counter, her finally formed high heels clacking on the tiles of the bathroom as she hurried out.
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"Charise, darling!~"
The voice of her best friend got the blonde socialite's attention. Charise stood up to greet her.
"Annise! Lovely to see you!~"
The two women pecked each other on the cheeks as good friends were wont to do. A sign of affection, not attraction. Lester stood up and lightly hugged his sister, before pulling out her seat at the table
"Have you ordered already, brother dear?~"
"Only our appetizers, sister."
The three former homosexuals laughed loudly and snobbishly, unaware of who they'd been not so long ago. And elsewhere, the curse's power grew...