Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five

... look at my appearance in the mirror. My nipples showed quite nicely. They weren't hard, but still, the tiny bumps would let me tease and tantalize Dick while we were sharing drinks and light conversation. I slipped on my jacket and slid my cell into one pocket. I could leave my briefcase at work since I had a class first thing Thursday, and I doubted I'd have time to grade papers tonight.

As I walked down East Street, I let my jacket open, allowing the cool late afternoon air to affect my nipples, my long flowing hair trailing behind me. I could feel my nipples begin to harden and press seductively against the soft material of my sweater.

I arrived at the cafe ten minutes early. More than one head turned in my direction as I strolled the length of the bar to sit around the corner, two stools from the server station. I kept my jacket on but let it open naturally in the front.

"Hi, I'm Jim." The handsome young bartender said as he approached. "What can I get for you, miss?" he asked.

"Nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Gen." I replied.

Jim smiled widely at me when he noticed my vee neckline and let his eyes move down into the cleavage it revealed.

"I'll have a white zinfandel, please," I said, breaking his concentration on my tits.

"Very good, Gen,” he said, confirming he could stare and listen simultaneously.

From my seat around the corner, I could look down the length of the bar to watch the other patrons. I was amazed at how many of the men had turned ...

... slightly toward me so they could look in my direction without being so obvious. I never drew that kind of attention before my transformation. Hell, I'd never taken a seat at a bar by myself before my transformation. But since my change, I was enjoying the attention men gave me and didn't miss an opportunity to make eye contact with any man who looked my way. Jim returned with my wine, placing the glass on a napkin before me. His hands came to rest on the inside edge of the bar. I leaned against the back of my stool and let my jacket fall open, giving him ample opportunity to gaze at the tiny erect nipples piercing at the fabric of my sweater.

He smiled appreciably and asked, "Can I get you anything else, Gen?"

"Not at the moment, Jim," I replied, returning his warm smile.

He turned and reluctantly directed his attention to the other patrons.

A moment later, I saw Dick come through the front door. He paused, scanning the place to try and locate me. Once he spotted me, I smiled widely as he walked the length of the bar. He wore a short brown leather jacket, brown slacks, and a white shirt and necktie. He looked rather handsome, and I accepted his warm hug just before he slid onto the stool next to me.

I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a collective sigh of disappointment from the other single men along the bar.

Jim approached us, and Dick didn't hesitate to order a lager. Once Jim returned with his drink and I was sure I'd have his undivided attention, I began ...