“Well seeing as we’re dressed up like this, then we might as well head out.” Dave answered Ashlee’s question with a slight smirk. “So, shall we?” Leaving their apartment for the second time that day, and once they were in the car, Ashlee spoke up again.
“By the way? Where are we heading?” She asked as she put her coat in the back seats, settling down in the passenger seat.
“I know a good place, one we’ve not been to.” Dave replied as he started the engine and sent them on their way.
It wasn’t a particularly long drive for them, though they did see one or two they’d transformed between them along the way, in fact Dave could’ve sworn that he saw Jenny, the first he changed with the Pen, as they closed in on their destination. Once they were in the Car Park, where he’d taken them was more than clear to Ashlee.
“Don’t they demand reservations first here?” She felt the need to ask, shifting just enough to make her dress slide to reveal her legs.
“Sorted.” Dave noted down something with the Pen that he’d brought with him. “That’s our reservation taken care of.”
They left their car and started heading towards the front doors, Ashlee having slipped her fur coat on for the short walk with the temperature dropping now the Sun was going down. It was a short wait until someone came to see them at the reception.
“David Smith and Ashlee Pearson, we have a reservation.” Dave stated calmly.
“Ah, yes.” Their receptionist, Katie on her nametag replied, checking the details on the computer. “Table 6, Room 3, this way please.” She motioned for them to follow her.
“Now, I’ll take your coat here, and they will be returned to you once you’re ready to leave.” She added to Ashlee just before they went through the doors.
Complying with her request, she slid it off and handed it over before they were led into a small, yet cosy half-filled room, three other couples with them in here. Taking their reserved table, they were then handed a small menu.
“Now, is there any drink you’d like before we bring you the main menu?”
“This one, I believe.” Ashlee pointed with a clawed finger at one expensive-looking champagne after a moment, letting Katie see her choice.
“Very well, I’ll have it sent over.” Katie now left them alone as Dave and Ashlee turned their attention to each other.
“So? Any ideas for now?” Ashlee asked.
“Well, here’s one.” Dave replied as he took out the Pen and wrote on a notepad he’d brought with him:
‘The couple to the far left of us, will become anthropomorphic kangaroos, wearing only their jewellery and accessories.’
The moment he was done writing, he turned to face them, Ashlee having a slightly easier time seeing them as their clothes faded away, heads lengthened as well as their ears which moved to the tops of their heads, long tails that could support their weight sprouting and sliding through the gap at the backs of their seats (that were their to begin with), long clawed feet forming though they couldn’t see it as fur covered their now naked bodies. Other than a watch, a bracelet and a pair of nipple piercings on the woman who still sported breasts, neither of them had a shred of clothing on them. And that was something that didn’t draw attention from the other patrons, or the staff who could see them.
Ashlee was about to say something, when a new waitress arrived with the selected drink, in an ice bucket with two tall glasses for it. Thanking Sally (the waitress) for it as they also accepted the main menu, Dave began to look over the options as Ashlee remembered what she wanted to say after pouring the glasses.
Not a bad choice. But I’d like the next one please.” She said slightly above a whisper as she took a sip.
“You mean this? Don‘t you.” Dave queried, pointing to the Pen.
“Yes.” Ashlee almost snickered while Dave slid the Pen and Pad over to her, though her hands appeared to be elsewhere for a moment before returning to above the table.
“What ideas do you have?” Dave quizzed her out of curiosity.
“I’ll think about it, but for now, I need to find the bathroom.” She answered, rising from her seat and revealing to Dave the reason for her hands being below the table.
She must have slid a pair of scissors into her handbag, since there was a clearly a substantial part of her dress missing, the front-lower portion of it had been cut away. Meaning that now all the front of her legs were in full view, along with her exposed pussy. Something that didn’t even faze her as she leaned in closer to Dave, his erection obvious through his trousers.
“I won’t be long Dear.” She whispered into his ear-hole before turning to leave, which in turn left Dave wondering what she‘d do with the Pen while she was gone.