Laura couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her dick was hard as a rock and her pussy and cock were leaking into her jeans. Laura felt bad that she’d changed so much before, but that was worldwide, without her knowing. What if she changed only small areas with her own awareness on?
She suddenly had a perverted idea. What if she turned the cafe into a transformation club? She spoke softly, desperately trying not to catch the attention of anyone or distract Rachel from the show.
“This cafe isn’t a cafe at all. It’s a sex club that transforms its inhabitants. Men will become very feminine futas, like me. Women will become sexier and more feminine. Both will have their thoughts change, becoming attracted to only herms and women, and their thoughts will all become much more perverse and sexual. Everyone that comes into the club for a show will become ultra feminine and a nymphomaniac. Clients will be able to feel their changes but will happily embrace them. Everyone will still seem normal to outsiders and a client will never reveal their other identity as they fully embrace their new one. Clients can only come into the club by getting an invitation; to outsiders, it appears as an abandoned warehouse and they won’t be able to get in. No one in the club is currently aware of the club and was expecting something completely different. No matter what I do, no one will find me suspicious.” Laura whispered out.
Suddenly, the cafe changed. Instead of the bright, open cafe it was before, it was a compact, windowless building with some comfortable leather chairs.
“This doesn’t look like a spin class.” The more androgynous looking male partner of the fitness duo blurted out. His girlfriend shared the same disapproving look.
“And this really doesn’t look like a hot new restaurant that needs new servers.” The other, androgynous looking waitress said.
“Is that what they told you guys? They told me this was a gothic fashion and art show.” The goth girl with the fat ass said. Laura couldn’t help but look between her legs, the goth’s camel toe showing thorough her tight denim booty shorts. “No panties….” Laura thought to herself, drooling.
There were two other people that had been the cafe. One was a businessman. “I was told this was an AA meeting,” and the other an Asian woman in a business suit “Really? They told me this was a marketing expo.”
Suddenly, Laura felt herself talking, almost on autopilot. “This definitely isn’t the group therapy meeting, then, is it?” She let out with a small chuckle.
Laughter filled the room as the slightly uncomfortable patrons began talking amongst themselves…