the twenty fourth

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"Ugh… why did she have to break up with me? And on our anniversary, too…" Andrew sighed out loud as he downed another pint of beer, slamming the glass down onto the bar's tabletop with no regard to the slightly askew looks the bartender and other patrons were giving him. He had specially prepared a candlelight dinner for Christine, had planned to surprise her by proposing, but the moment she walked in the door Christine had said she was breaking up with him. "She didn't even give me a fucking reason… Gimme another beer!" Andrew called out, but what was placed in front of him was not a beer - but a glass of wine. "Hey, that's not what I ordered…" "A treat from one of our guests." was the bartender's terse response. "They hitting on me? What a creep… but booze is booze, I guess.”

    Andrew tilted the glass back and took a long sip, eyes widened as he tasted the wine. “This is good stuff! Must be expensive…” It was definitely very different from the cheap reds he was used to drinking in the past, with none of the vinegar-y feeling that usually characterized said wines. Instead, he was able to make out a hint of fruitiness, a fragrance that made the wine taste fresh and vibrant. Andrew quickly gulped down the rest of the wine, feeling its flavours burst and dance across his tongue as he swirled it around in his mouth, finally swallowing. “So good… may I have another glass?” Maybe it was the half-drunken stupor he was in, but Andrew seemed oblivious to the fact his voice was much more feminine than before, his way of speaking more refined… “Another treat, from the same gentleman.” The glass was quickly refilled and Andrew giggled slightly as he picked it up in hands that were becoming slimmer, chewed-on nails becoming neater as a layer of red polish was applied to their surface. “Be sure to thank him for me~” This time, Andrew wasn’t as hasty, taking a sniff of the wine as his nose twitched, becoming smaller and more delicate. The changes spread across his face, giving a feminine appearance as he smiled, taking a sip from the glass and swallowing. “What a good wine this is…” Andrew felt hair tickle the back of his neck and absently thought of getting a haircut soon, not knowing said haircut would probably have to be far more drastic as his hair increased massively in volume, spilling down his shoulders in silky strands that took on a golden-blonde hue. 

    “Ah… it’s getting a little stuffy.” Andrew unzipped his coat and pulled it off, his shirt and pants merging together into a low-cut strapless dress, made of flowing crimson silk and embellished by a large black bow at its waist. The dress certainly didn’t fit well, however, tight around the waist and far too loose around the chest area… though that would soon be remedied, and not on the dress’ part. He sipped from his glass and swallowed, chest swelling up into two large mounds that perfectly filled out the front of the dress, areolae tingling slightly as they grew larger and became more sensitive. Andrew sat up straighter, back cracking slightly to decrease his height as he rested his new C-cup breasts on the countertop, tilting his head back to drain the glass. “Thank you~”
As the bartender dutifully refilled the glass, Andrew shot him a wink and took another drink, waist slimming and hips expanding for a delicate hourglass shape. His ass and thighs inflated with fat, serving almost as cushions beneath him on the barstool, but not by much - Andrew’s overall physique still remained petite. A black choker appeared around his neck, red jewel hanging down by a thin chain to complement the red color of his dress - a color that was reflected in Andrew’s eyes as well, shimmering almost like rubies in the sparse light of the bar. Andrew downed the rest of the glass, feeling a sudden sense of nausea as his sexual organs were quickly sucked into his body, replaced by a thin slit in between his legs, set of vagina and ovaries concealed within. She stood up from the barstool, smiling at the bartender. “Care to point me in the direction of my anonymous benefactor~? I’d like to thank him personally…” The pain of being broken up with, the desire to drown her sorrows in alcohol had all vanished, and the drunken haze had lifted, leaving a sense of clarity behind - Amelia knew very well who she was, and what - or more specifically, who - she wanted at this particular moment. The bartender pointed behind her and Amelia turned around, smiling slightly.

    I must thank you for the wine - it was simply fantastic.” “Don’t mention it.” The stranger smiled, his dark purple eyes sparkling ever so slightly. “Just a good wine, to perfectly complement a fabulous lady such as you.” “Oh, you flatter me…” Amelia giggled, narrowing her eyes as she took him in. He was certainly handsome, perfect for a one-night-stand if not something more…“You must let me repay the favor, somehow… want to come over to my place for another wine? I have plenty more to offer…”