The Cafe (Part 2) (A Poll-Based CYOA for Patrons)

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Outcome: A girl!

You were a girl now. But...for how long? As that thought enters your mind, you can't help but run your hands over your tits, with your fingertips playing over your new sensitive nipples. This was real. You were really a girl. You'd never realistically considered genderswapping before, but...here you were, as a girl. With a deep breath and determination, you slipped out of bed, finding that you were entirely naked. You must've taken off all your clothes before going to bed, or in the middle of the night. But first things first, you had to know how long you were going to be a girl for. You quickly rush out of your bedroom and into the living room. Your roommate was nowhere in sight and their door was open. This meant that they had probably left, either to go to work or were just out.

You go over to the coffee table and check the bag to find the bottle of pills. But...you don't see them. You look through the discarded wrappers and other items. You check the floor and under the couch, but you can't find the bottle. What the hell happened to it? Surely your roommate Jason didn't have any reason to take them? Right? He wasn't the type to indulge in genderswap pills and you're pretty sure that you don't remember him taking one last night, since you were the one who lost the dare. You decide to do your due dilligence and check throughout the house, checking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and around the cupboards in the kitchen. You were 99% certain that the bottle of mystery-duration genderswap pills, were not in the apartment. You even glanced in your roommate's room, just in case.

This left you in quite the predicament. How long were you going to be a girl for? Was it going to wear off after a couple hours? Days? Or weeks? Even a cursory glance online on your phone, didn't reveal the duration of what the pills were.

As you pondered your situation, you couldn't help but let your hands run over your new body. Your skin was so much smoother than it had been before. Even without giving it much thought, your hands seemed to gravitate to your tits, playing with your newly sensitive perky nipples. At first, all you were doing was brushing your fingers against those nubs, but as you wandered around the apartment, your fingers started making little tugs, eliciting bits of stimulation that you'd never experienced before. It was...very desirable. But you had to keep to the task at hand, and unfortunately, those pills were nowhere to be found and you had to go to work at the cafe later. Luckily, your employment didn't hinge on being a guy, and it 'technically' didn't matter if you were a girl now, but...it was going to be troublesome to explain regardless and a bit embarrassing. Well, luckily it was just temporary.

You go through your closet, checking for clothes that would be suitable for your new body. You manage to find a black skirt that you're pretty sure was from a past girlfriend leaving it at your apartment. (A fling that hadn't lasted long.) And a couple of your T-shirts were just manageable when it came to the size of your chest. This would have to to, and luckily, your work provided an apron to wear to cover up the fact that you didn't have a bra to wear. And you'd just have to go without panties today. It wasn't supposed to be stormy or windy outside today, so there was a solid chance that nobody was going to notice that you weren't wearing panties.

You had little issue finding socks and a pair of your shoes that fit, being converse allstars. On the issue of your nipples showing through your T shirt, you 'could' put on some tape to try and lessen it...but, you were worried that it might chafe and hurt throughout the day, moreso if you tried taping them. You were better off just going with what you had, which...was just your tits, free under your top.

You figure that it might be best to get to work a little early, so you gather what you need and head for the door, already pondering what you're going to say to your boss (if he's in) and how you're going to explain your situation to whichever coworker you're working with that day. You open up the door, with your key ready to lock the deadbolt behind you, when you see your roommate, Jason, right there in front of you, his hand extended, about to come inside. You look at his face, which notably has a sort of surprised and dumbfounded expression on it.

"Hey, do you have those pills?" you ask, realizing you might be able to solve the problem of the situation.

He blinks a few times, then a wave of recognition washes over him. "Right, the pills you took last night...you're Alex...right, right. Um, well, I figured you didn't need them, and I took them to work cause I know a guy who swaps sometimes and figured I could sell them to him for you?" At that, he pulled a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to me. "I made you ten bucks off it."

"Oh, thanks...um, that's fine...I guess, but did you see how many hours the pills last for?" you ask as you take the ten dollar bill.

He shook his head. "No, sorry I didn't check. The guy at work just said that he'd pay me for them and I really didn't bother looking them up. I figured anything he gave me would be more than nothing." It was then that you realize Jason's eyes keep glancing down at your tits. It would seem that your change has definitely drawn your roommate's attention. He must've been a bit blacked-out last night as well, to not really recall your appearance.

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