The place where Danielle and Ashlee had their lunch was a fairly small family-owned business that had a more than good enough customer base to keep it afloat. Picking a table at the corner where they had a good view of the place before going with large steaks for their lunch. It was fairly quiet at this time, and there weren’t too many others inside. Just another couple and a pair of guys using another three of the tables.
It had been while they were eating that Ashlee noticed that she was fidgeting around a bit, almost like she was having trouble with getting comfortable, but not quite able to figure out the reason why. Then it dawned on her. What Danielle had mentioned about the Pen not being able to conduct a total reversal. That would most likely be the reason why she felt confined in her admittedly limited clothes and needed to have her own overcoat resting on the seat back.
“You’re fidgeting.” Danielle noted quietly.
“Sorry, I’m kinda feeling weird.” Ashlee replied. “Guess this is what was meant by covering over.”
“Perhaps.” Danielle worked out she must have been referring to the Pen.
“Has to be, but being a Latex Sex Slave doesn’t really appeal.”
“And I don’t think it would work anyway.”
“Why’s that?”
“Reversing a reversal is still a reversal. Still too much risk.” Danielle explained before adding. “How’re you holding up?”
“It’s not too bad right now.” Ashlee admitted. “If it gets worse, I’ll let you know.”
In truth the beating of her heart and other noises were distracting and felt quite odd to her, but at least it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling it gave her, plus so long as she had something to distract her from that she could cope. And one such thing had just entered the room.
Danielle recognised her right away as Amanda from the Office. She was wearing a different pair of open heels with leopard-pattern spots to colour them, and while lacking a necklace, did have an easy-fitting dress on - aside from her large breasts pressing into it slightly, the nipple outlines just about noticeable. Or at least she did until she’d pulled it up and over to reveal that those had been her only clothes as she took a seat some distance from them, with her back to Danielle and Ashlee. There were another two women with her, though both still human they didn’t take much notice of her stripping down in front of them.
“Who’s she?” Ashlee queried when she saw who Danielle was looking at.
“That would be Amanda, works in the same office as me.”
“And the others?”
“Not sure, maybe friends of hers, maybe relatives.” Danielle replied quietly, making sure she wasn’t overheard.
“Ah, need a minute, nature calls.” Ashlee got up, taking her handbag with her to the ladies room to take care of that.
It was only when she was there, and she had her jean-shorts down that she felt more comfortable. Perhaps it was to do with being ever so slightly closer to what she’d been last night? Whatever the reason, her t-shirt joined it on the ground as she looked in the handbag, and realised that she’d picked up the wrong one! This was Danielle’s handbag.
Chuckling softly to herself, she decided that as long as she had it, she might as well make some use of it as the Pen and post-it note came out as she wrote:
‘Who are the two with Amanda that Danielle spoke of?’ The answer coming just a moment after she’d finished writing.
‘One is her sister, Rachel Loire. The other is Rachel’s friend, Suzanne Long.’
This struck something in Ashlee, right now it had only been one or two at a time with no regards to heritage. Making Amanda the sole lioness in her family, that was what compelled her to write down:
‘Rachel Loire will become an anthropomorphic lioness like her sister, with the same lax attitude to clothing that her sister has in that she is topless. While Suzanne who is with them will become an anthropomorphic wolf.’
Finishing off her business, she flushed the note down before slipping her removed clothes into the handbag as she went to rejoin Danielle.
“You used it then.” It was not a question.
“Got the wrong bag by mistake, but couldn’t resist using it.” Ashlee told her the truth.
“So I see.” Danielle noted looking at the new lioness in jeans, shoes, and nothing else, alongside a lady wolf who was rather better dressed now sitting with Amanda.
“One of them was her sister.” Ashlee added.
“Ah, a good enough reason I suppose.” Danielle accepted her explanation. “But I think we’re done here.” She took back her handbag, feeling the extra weight of Ashlee’s clothes in them as she put her coat on.
Once the bill was paid, they began the short walk to the Park where they’d spend a most of the rest of the afternoon.