Not too long after Jimmy and Sienna left the famous La Louvre, a certain trio of snobs decided to end their evening at the restaurant. They'd had a wonderful time, but the hour was growing late. Rising from her seat, the lovely Charise made ready to depart.
"Are you sure you won't join me, Lester?"
The innuendo in her voice was thick with lust.
"As much as I'd like to, I'm afraid that my dear sister has made other plans for us this evening. But hold onto that rain check, my lovely."
Charise pursed her lips slightly at her proposal being rejected, but the tone in her boyfriend's final words convinced her that it was merely a brief delay.
"Alright, darling. I'll hold you to that. Do take care of him, Annise..."
"But of course."
The hyper-hetero socialit bid farewell to Lester with a kiss on the lips before turning to Annise who she hugged gently. She then turned to depart the restaurant, flashing a smile at the maitre'd Pierre as she headed out the front door.
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The snobbish hetero got into her purple sports car after the valet brought it round and sped off into the night. The evening with the Barrows had been fun but Charise was feeling tired and wanted to get back home and relax in her luxurious apartment. However, her trip was about to go in a different direction as the power of the curse began to lose its effects on her.
As she drove, her curves of her socialite body began to revert back to that of the lesbian she really was. Her perfect tits shrank down a cup size or so, causing her designer dress to hang loose in the front, while her well-rounded buttocks began to recede to a flatter shape which combined with a loss of height caused her actually sit lower in her seat. Long legs lost their tone and her semi-tanned skin paled a bit, as her long dark hair retreated upwards into a short brown style.
Feeling a bit off, the fading Charise was able to pull off the street, and managed to park before slumping over the wheel as her reversion overtook her. And it was fortunate that she did as the vehicle too was revert to its previous state, losing its spoiler and other extra features it had gained turning the previous transformation of its current driver. The key in the ignition faded from existence, just as said driver's now ill-fitting clothes were reshaping themselves back into a jogger's outfit, albeit one that actually fit the now returning lesbian's decidedly less curvy and sexy body.
With a final series of pops and cracks coming from her hands and still concealed face, it was a weary looking Sharon who looked up and was surprised to find herself behind the wheel of an unknown car. Then she remembered everything up to her transformation.
"Oh my god, I'm me again!"
Sharon sat for a moment, her mind still processing the lingering traces of the snobby heterosexual she'd been for most of the last day. But she soon shook off this feeling off, knowing she had to figure where she was and what to do next. Getting out of the car, the cursed lesbian was pleased to see that she was actually close to her apartment, which may or may not have been her former self's home as well if those memory traces were correct.
"Alright. Deep breaths. It's about three blocks to home from here."
She knew that she'd gotten lucky with that escape plan, and didn't want to risk transforming again, fully aware that the Voice might still be after her. She shudder a little at that notion, not wanting to encouter Ric again if she could help it.
"Let's get off the street and back home. Then I can figure out my next move."
And with that, Sharon began to walk back to her apartment, determined if not exactly sure of her future plans. As of yet, her unseen enemy was not aware she'd revert, being a bit distracted by other events elsewhere...
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Back at the restaurant, Jae and Gerald had decided it was time to head out themselves. On their way out of the door, they literally bumped into another person coming in. The Asian model glared at the man for a moment, not happy that he seemed to be staring at her date a bit too closely.
"C'mon, Gerald. There seems to be a QUEER vibe about this guy...."
The photographer blinked once before catching her meaning and stepped away from the other guy pretty quickly.
"Hey, let's get some coffee at Sundollar's..."
Dressed in dark blue slacks with a vest that matched over a pink short-sleeved button down shirt, Lionel Danvers merely huffed at the rude couple before turning back towards La Lourvre. This was one of his guilty pleasures and the gay man wasn't go to let them ruin it The food and service here was top-notch which made his foodie heart flutter. Of course, he'd heard the rumours about the decidedly anti-LGBT stances its owners and select clientele held, But he'd never really encountered it himself until just now.
It made him hesitate a little to go inside, but this was only a momentary lapse. He wasn't going to let himself be discouraged from doing something he enjoyed because of some bigots. And with some pride in his step, the gay foodie stepped into the restaurant, wondering if any of the cute waiters were on staff tonight.
Little did he know that the infamous 'were-breeder' curse had just made him its latest victim...