Jon was pretty sure Moe gave him a little wink as he took the coffee, but he was too busy scanning the rest of the small, crowded cafe. It looked as though every single other patron had undergone the same makeover. Smoky eyes; long, curled lashes; arched eyebrows; blush; glossy crimson lips, all flawlessly applied.
As he made his way to a table in the corner, he caught a few of the customers trying to steal glances at him. Oh, great Jon sighed. He took his seat and turned his back to the crowd as he sipped his coffee. Maybe this was a mistake, he thought. Maybe I should've stayed home.
The caffeine was entering his system, and he could feel his pulse quicken as his blood began to flow. His mind drifted back to home. At least it was safe there. His father had been so excited to show off the sexy cheerleader routine he and Mom had been working on. He imagined them in their matching uniforms, gyrating in sync, their bodies rubbing together and getting closer and closer, until they were grinding on him, fumbling with his belt, and reaching in his pants to-
*CRASH*
The shattering sound brought Jon back to reality. He turned and looked around the shop, where the noise had come from. One of the baristas had dropped a mug, but nobody seemed to notice or care. Every single person was staring at Jon, with a look in their eyes he knew all too well. In addition to the makeup, everybody now had an identical mane of flowing, honey blonde hair, silver hoop earrings, a low-cut silk blouse, a form fitting black pencil skirt, and stilletos. Every single person in the shop seemed to be changing in exactly the same way. This is new Jon thought as he pondered how he might escape the coffee shop.
