During A Storm #8: How The Turn Tables

David was basically in tears at this point, but he really had to keep it together. This was the only way for him to make money currently and it was also the only thing keeping a roof over his head. Yet he hated his server job, especially when groups like this come in.

David's current table had a trio of some of the worst people he had ever met, he was honestly in shock at how the three of them managed to ruin his night. Rude, vulgar, loud, and drunk way past their limit.

The biggest offender was the blonde, Emily. A basic college white girl type. Even her attractiveness couldn't draw away from the fact of how much of a bitch she was. Constantly snapping at David to get her something or to order a drink or food, throwing him the side eye whenever he couldn't get her exactly what she wanted at that exact moment. Little did he know however, that, that was about to change.

When David was dropping off yet another round of drinks at Emily's table, she eagerly reached for the drink before it was out of David's hand. At that moment, the lights suddenly flickered and a bright purple flash illuminated the temporarily dark restaurant.

David then felt liquid being splashed on him, and when he looked down to see the damage, he found himself quite surprised.

There resting on his chest, snugly tucked away in a gray crop top, were two pert and full breasts, or more specifically, Emily's breasts. He also realized that he was now sitting down at Emily's table, in Emily's body!

David looked to his right to see his own body with a shocked look upon it. Clearly occupied by Emily, so David decided to take this opportunity and he grinned mischievously.

"You fucking dumbass!" He yelled, very much like Emily had been acting all night "You spilled our drinks all over us! Get us some napkins now!"

The stunned Emily in David's body realized she could do nothing but oblige, and hurriedly rushed off to get napkins.

"Are you ok girl?" One of Emily's friends asked.

"Yea-" He stopped himself quickly, now noticing he had Emily's voice "Yeah, I uhm, I'm fine. It just got on my arms and my shirt."

"Here, take my spare shirt and go clean yourself up." She said, handing him a small folded black shirt.

"Thanks b!"

David stood and walked over to the rest rooms. He could feel his new breasts bobbing with every step, his thick thighs pressing his taught ass together. All the subtle movement's of Emily's body just making him hornier and hornier. He instinctively headed for the Men's room but stopped himself just as he was about to pull the handle, he was a girl now, so of course, he instead should go into the Women's room. He couldn't deny that he was giddy as entering that forbidden place. It was kind of cool that he was now allowed to go into there. Even i the 4 year's he's worked at this place, he was never even allowed to clean it at the end of the night. He went straight for the mirror, seeing Emily's bitchy face all night, he never did realize how attractive she was.

He leaned over the sink, touching his dainty hand to his full lips, feeling how soft his skin was. Naturally, his gaze drew down to the little show his new assets were giving him. His hand moved up to cup one of his new breasts, putting a little bit of pressure on it excited him immensely. He felt Emily's nipples stick up and it was then that he couldn't take it anymore.

He tore off his booze soaked top and revealed Emily's cute black bra, David's new nipples were at full attention, outlines of them pointed straight through the soft polyester. Eagerly he pulled up on the garment, finally letting drop his Emily's spectacular breasts. Two perfect orbs, ripe for his new hands.

David wasted no time in feeling them, the soft doughy fat was making his skin tingle all over. His hand sneaked downwards to under his skirt, reaching underneath to pull down his panties a little. His new pussy was slick with desire as he began rubbing it. Powerful pulsations ran through his tiny frame, letting the first erotic feelings of female masturbation wash over him. Soon he was struggling to not make any noise, he was lucky that the restaurant was empty this time of the night so no one would come in. Still, it was hard keeping quiet as an occasional low moan escaped his breathy gasps. Especially since that the feelings kept intensifying, slowly but surely building up to a-

"Oh! OH FUCK!" David yelled accidentally, feeling the suddenness of Emily's orgasm shoot through him.

He stumbled forward and leaned on the sink for support, his body jerking here and there as the orgasms subsided. David smiled into the mirror, staring at Emily's satisfied face.

"That's what you get bitch."