Steph was begging you to stay. While you really should leave. You couldn't tell her, nor did you want to leave her alone. Instead, you just stayed in her arms, not saying a word, knowing you couldn't postpone this forever.
"Thank you," she said, acknowledging your silence as a confirmation.
She released her hug. She sat back down at the booth again, and you followed, again sitting across of her. Were you really doing this? Part of you was screaming to run away, but you couldn't leave Steph. Also, with this can of worms being opened, Steph being a possible suitor, you were looking at her with a renewed perspective, and she was attractive, very attractive.
"Drink more of your drink." Steph smiled."I had Liz prepare it specifically for you."
You look at the drink. You'd already had a sip. You guessed drinking more would transform you further, but you still had to ask about it.
"What does it mean that it was made specifically for me?" you asked.
"Well, it's set up so that it's going to make you a pretty girl that I'd like."
"So, it's going to make me your type?"
"Kind of. Yeah I guess it's what it does."
"So what is your type?" You think about Steph's ex, Cara. She was blonde, tall, and slender. Would it make you look like her?
"Can't you just drink it?"
"If I am doing this for you, isn't it fair you tell me what's going on?"
"Fine. You're right. It won't like massively change you, like beyond making you a girl, it's just going to emphasize somethings I like, that's all."
"Such as?" you dug further.
"Well, I like shorter girls. And, you know, it feels weird talking about things like this with you. I also really like boobs, big ones. I like curvy girls."
"Care doesn't really fit that," you pointed out.
"Yeah. Personality is what's important, and it's not like I don't like other type of girls, but if I had to choose, it's what I prefer. Can you drink it already?"
You looked at the drink in front of you, then at Steph, then back at the drink. You guessed you were doing this. It's not like big boobs were going to be a dealbreaker.
You grabbed the drink, closed your eyes, and chugged it. You emptied the sweet alcohol liquid quickly.
You opened your eyes, looking at an empty glass, and behind it, a giddy-looking Steph.
You felt a tingling across your body. You shrank down a little in your seat as you took upon Steph's preference for short girls. Then, you felt yourself raised a little as your ass grew. Most noticable of all was the pressure at your chest. Your chest was straining your poor shirt.
You looked ahead for Steph, but she wasn't there. You looked to your right and saw her. She'd moved to your side of the booth, and was eyeing you hungrily, blatantly staring at your chest.
"Too bad there are people around, or I'd strip you naked right now, getting you out of those ill-fitting clothes."
"Your place isn't far away," you said, also noting your girly voice.
"It isn't." Steph smiled