Jon ordered an iced tea as he watched Sarah's eyes betray her forced smile and cheer. It was clearly torture for her to be seen her by Jon, and he was sure she was stifling a dozen nasty comments for him. As she walked back to the counter, he thought of ways to change her further. It had be something that defied her uptight elitist personality even further.
He then smiled and whispered, "I wish this was a southern style diner and Sarah was a cheerful hillbilly waitress who loves working here. She is still in high school, but possesses a matronly figure and maternal nature." The restaurant immediately shifted to a diner layout with southern style decor. Tchotchkes adorned the walls that framed teal vinyl booths and a long counter seating area in the center. Country music blared from the speakers and the handful of customers were now truckers and rural families. He could see a new Sarah hovering between customers. She now wore a mustard yellow uniform and plaid apron that adorned a noticeably thicker frame. Her EE breasts strained against her top an hung over her distended pooch of a belly. Thick thighs lead into generous wide hips and an ample shelf of a rear. Her blonde hair was naturally sun bleached and sprayed into a trashy helmet. She shortly returned to Jon with his iced tea and a genuine broad smile.
"Here ya go, Jonny," she beamed. "It's so nice to have ya come by the diner. I guess all the other folks from school are too cool for an old school spot like this." She chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"That's their loss," said Jon, sipping his iced tea. "If they can't appreciate a classic southern diner, then who needs them?" He could see her eyes gleam as he said all the right things.
"Gee, you said it hon'," Sarah gushed. "This place is the best. Great customers, the staff is like mah family. They play the best music God done ever heard, and the best food you'd ever hope to eat. Can't get enough of the cookin', let me tell ya." That explained her expanded figure, Jon mused silently.
"Speaking of which," Jon interjected, "I'll get the fried chicken sandwich and a side of potato salad."
"My stars," Sarah said, "That's my same order most days! Who knew you were a boy after m'own heart? Wish I could say that of the other fellas at school."
"Oh," Jon said with curiosity, "You and Biff aren't..."
"Biff," Sarah wrinkled her nose at the name, "You mean that dumb ol' bully? He's too busy chasin' around those barbies and cheerleaders to notice a gal like me. And thank goodness too, got no time for some brute beatin' his chest all day. Ah need some nice dependable boy who appreciates a real woman, know whatamean?"
"Uh sure," Jon stammered, taken by Sarah's new personality. "It's great that you're true to yourself, I'm sure you'll find the right person."
"Yeah he can't hide from me forever," Sarah said with a smirk. "Lemme get this order in for ya, you're gonna love it." She flashed him her now trademark smile and sauntered off.
Jon watched her in thought. He had intended this as a punishment, but she actually seemed much happier now than as her former self. So much more relaxed and less performative. Far beyond a source of amusement, Jon quite enjoyed her new persona. And was she flirting with him, or was that just part of her personality? These thoughts settled as he considered if and how he should change her further.
