Jon was loath to admit that it had taken him almost half a minute to locate Beancounter’s after exiting the building. Perhaps he should have wished he was good for something other than looking pretty.
He dashed across the street, cold air chilling him, heels clacking in short, swift steps as his unrestrained but perky breasts bounced… pleasurably but also somewhat uncomfortably in the tight silk blouse.
The warmth of the coffee shop was a reprieve. Writers and freelancers sat at their tables sipping slowly from their coffees. A few looked up, and Jon flushed. The line wasn’t long and soon Jon was at the counter. He fished out the slip of paper.
“What can I get for you today?”
“I have a bunch of coffees to order,” Jon replied, smiling dumbly.
“Okay… and what are they?” the annoyed barista asked. They were at eye level, reminding Jon of the height he had lost. Oh, right, the coffees. He glanced down at the paper, but all of a sudden it was so hard to read.
“I need a uh… a colorado,” he said, his cute mouth mispronouncing cortado.
“Do you mean a cortado, miss?”
“Yes, yes, that’s right,” Jon replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He read the next line. Just a few minutes ago, it made perfect sense, but now that his job was on the line, the words blurred, letters flipping. He cursed the wording of his wish again and the way the stone had interpreted it.
“Can I have the list, miss? I might be better if I could have a look at it?”
“The list?” Jon said, confusion welling in his mind. He looked blankly down at the piece of paper in his hands. “Oh right, sorry.”
He handed it over and watched the barista. A bob of black hair and black painted lips. She looked down at the paper, her lips moving silently.
“Is there anything else?” she said, eyes scanning Jon’s form, making him shiver. He could feel how wrong his body was, the way his ass was raised by the heels, his tight waist. His perky breasts. And she was looking at him.
“Miss?” the barista said, her voice warmer. She actually smiled. Wait, was this just because Jules was pretty?
“Uhh,” Jon opened his mouth, about to order something for himself, before catching himself. “No, that’s all,” Jon said with a grin. The woman smiled again, and Jon felt butterflies in his stomach and a nice, pleasant warmth.
"The name?"
"Jules," Jon said, cursing himself a moment later, but it was too late.
