Irish bar [TG, MC]
“You
see that girl over there?” Sam asked, pointing across the bar.
“Yeah, what about her?” Jacob replied.
“Ten bucks says I could get their phone number right now.” Sam gloated. Truthfully, his trip to Dublin had been quite underwhelming so far, no thanks to his friend, Jacob. The pair had always varied somewhat when it came to their idea of a holiday. Sam was more of a party animal whilst Jacob insisted on seeing the sights of wherever it was they were visiting. Nonetheless, the duo had at least agreed on sampling the Irish nightlife at least once. Who knows, maybe alcohol will be the key to unlocking Jacob’s wild side?
“No way.” Jacob responded. “What would you even do with it? You live on the other side of the planet!” Sam sighed. Evidently Jacob HAD no wild side.
“Whatever, dude.” He groaned in response, “bet or no bet, I’m going for it.” Sam puffed up his chest and waltzed over to the table that the young woman was sat by.
“Hey there beautiful” he smirked, confidently.
“Can I help you?” The woman responded. She spoke with a strong Irish accent that caught Sam off guard. Still, he was not to be deterred.
“Sure, I was just wondering what a gorgeous woman like you is doing all on her own on a Saturday night?” He continued, not paying attention to the disgusted look on her face.
“None of your business.” The blonde responded, harshly.
“Aw, come on.” Sam pleaded, his confidence waning somewhat with her blunt response. “You gotta give me something!”
“Fuck off.” She scowled, giving Sam a firm message.
“Fine.” Sam turned to leave, “whatever, bitch…” he mumbled, unaware that the woman had heard him.
“Well, if you must know, I’m waiting for a friend.” The woman smiled, halting Sam in his tracks.
“Oh really?” He smirked, turning back to face her. “And is she as pretty as you are?” He asked, The woman giggling in response.
“You wanna sit with me until she gets here?” She asked.
“Of course!” Sam responded, punching the air internally. That worked?? Damn, he should insult women more often! He smiled as he sat down across the table from the woman.
“So what’s your name?” The woman asked him.
“Sam.” He responded, trying his hardest to sound nonchalant. “What’s yours?”
“I liked that name, mine’s Aofie” she responded. Internally, something about the situation wasn’t sitting right with Sam. What caused this sudden change in attitude? Not that he was complaining at all. A sexy Irish woman was interested in him? Not bad.
The two sat in silence for a moment too long, as Sam began to sweat. Oh god, what should he say? He had to say something, anything, just fill the silence.
“So what do you-“
“I have to say, Sam I really like that ring you’re wearing.” Aofie butted in. What? Sam was taken aback somewhat by the sheer randomness of the compliment she’d just paid him. It was made even weirder by the fact that he definitely wasn’t wearing any rings.
“Oh? But I’m not wearing…” Sam attempted to correct her, but trailed off as he looked down at his hands. That was odd, he was wearing two rings on his fingers. Had he put them on this morning? No, definitely not, he wasn’t a jewellery kind of guy. Had Aofie slipped them on him while he wasn’t looking? No, why would she have rings big enough to fit on a man’s finger?
“Oh, I guess I am, haha.” Sam said, laughing off the awkwardness. If he wasn’t so distracted by the rings, he would have noticed that his hands had shrunk down massively, becoming dainty and feminine.
“…so anyway, that’s how I accidentally bumped into Pope Francis II!” Sam joked, of course, the story was a complete lie, but it got a big laugh out of Aofie, so all was well. Things were actually going quite well. The pair had been talking for around 20 minutes now, and the conversation showed no signs of stopping.
“You’re really funny!” Aofie smiled.
“Thank you, it’s what I do best!” Sam responded smugly.
“Hmmm… I think you do something else better” Aofie replied
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Sam flirted.
“Yeah… you pull of those shoes perfectly!” Aofie gleamed. Sam frowned. What was she talking about? He was just wearing a throwaway pair of trainers.
“I mean, those heels are just perfect!” She continued. What? Sam looked down in horror at his feet. Sure enough, he was wearing high heels. Not only that, but his feet looked disproportionately small compared to the rest of his body. That didn’t seem right.
“You must tell me where you got them!” Aofie said, ignorant to Sam’s confusion.
“Oh, uh, I don’t remember.” He responded, deflecting the question. Why was he wearing high heels?
“Anyway, tell me more about your trip to Italy!” Aofie smiled, disrupting Sam’s train of thought.
“Oh uh, sure.” What was he thinking of again? Ah well, it could wait. “So after that we went to-“
“Oh, your necklace!” Aofie interrupted again, much to Sam’s annoyance.
“What?” He replied, agitated.
“Your necklace fell!” She responded, reaching under the table, and handing Sam a cross necklace.
“That’s not mine.” He quickly responded. Sam might have worn rings, but he definitely didn’t wear necklaces.
“Well, it’s not mine!” The blonde giggled, “so clearly it must be yours!”
Sam sighed. “Fine.” He mumbled, grabbing the necklace and putting it on the table.
Aofie frowned. “Are you not gonna put it back on?” She asked.
“No.” Sam responded, sternly. First the rings, then the heels, and now this? He was starting to suspect that Aofie was trying to mock him. He absolutely did not wear necklaces!
“Would you do it for me? You looked cute in it before!” She pleaded, her eyes fluttering. Sam sighed in response. He didn’t really want to, but if it increased his chances of getting this girl’s number, so be it.
“Fine.” He conceded, placing the necklace around his neck. As he did so, his neck slimmed out, his Adam’s apple disappearing as his voice raised by several octaves.
“Yayyy!” Aofie cheered. Sam smiled, he had to admit, she was very cute. He still suspected that she was mocking him somewhat, but it was worth it to hang out with her.
“Anyway, what were we talking about?” Sam asked
“Hmmmm” Aofie thought. “I think we were talking about your skin care routine!”
“My skin care?” Sam laughed. “I don’t have a routine! I just wash it with water every day!”
“There’s no way! It’s so smooth!” Aofie replied. As she spoke, Sam’s body hair vanished. Reversing into his body to give him a completely smooth look. Not that he noticed, as he was too engrossed in conversation.
“Haha, I do try!” He responded.
“And don’t get me started on your make-up!”
“Haha, i- i…” Sam trailed off. Make up? MAKE UP? Did it look like he was wearing make up?
“Oh, I’m not wearing any-“
“Of course you are! You always wear make-up!” Aofie giggled. Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. What did she mean, always? Whilst the young man was lost in thought, his face began to change. His jawline became rounder, whilst his lips became larger and softer. Simultaneously, his nose shrank to become more petit. His eyes, meanwhile, changed from a deep brown to a hazel blue, as eyeliner coated his lashes.
Sam, meanwhile, was still confused. How did she know that he always wore make-up? Something wasn’t right.
“Don’t worry about it though, it suits you a lot!” Aofie smiled. Sam smiled too.
“You think so?” He replied, unaware that he was beginning to speak in an Irish accent.
“I know so!” She beamed. “It suits your hair perfectly!”
“My hair?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, I love what you’ve done with it, by the way, ginger really suits you!”
Sam looked dazed. Sure enough, long waves of ginger hair poured down his body, cascading to chest length. Sam frowned. Ginger? No, he was always ging… ginge… he wasn’t ginger!
“And by the way, I hate to ask this, but have you lost weight?” Aofie’s bombardment continued. “Because I have to say, you are rocking that dress!” Sam was paralysed on shock as his arms and torso shrunk down. His hips widening and stomach shrinking to give him an hourglass figure. Furthermore, his clothes darkened and morphed into one piece of fabric, forming a black dress. Additionally, Sam noticed the world start to move around him as he shrunk massively, going from a dignified 6”0 to a short 5”1. In fact, he would say he was now the same height as Aofie.
“I don’t…” Is all that Sam could muster, before Aofie interrupted once again.
“And wow, babe, your tits are looking GOOD!” She purred. As Sam let out a soft moan, with two mounds forming on his chest. Before he knew it, two moderate sized breasts had filled out the chest area of his new clothing.
“And don’t get me started on that ass of yours!” Aofie laughed, as Sam’s ass ballooned out, raising him in his seat slightly as he looked Aofie in the eyes.
“Yep, you are one fine woman!” She exclaimed. That was it, the words Sam knew were coming. Closing his eyes, he winced as his penis began to shrink into his body. Pain soon turned to pleasure, however, as his balls inverted into him, creating a new, wet pussy. There was no denying it any longer, she was a woman.
“Anywho, do you wanna get another drink?” Aofie asked, as if nothing had ever happened.
“Why… did…” Sam could barely speak, a loose teardrop falling from her eye.
“Oh honey, you don’t want to ruin your mascara!” Aofie chuckled, handing Sam a tissue.
“Why… did you do this to me?” Sam asked, in a full Irish accent.
“Oh, hun, you were asking for it.” Aofie laughed, pulling out a digital camera. “Just for the record, I have a boyfriend, but I could do with a new bestie!” She taunted. “Anyway,” she pointed the camera at Sam, a grin on her face, “say cheese, Caoimhe!”
**FLASH**
Caoimhe blinked, the flash from the camera catching her off guard. “Jesus!” She laughed, “let me see!” Both giggling at the photograph, Caoimhe turned her attention to the bar.
“Hey Aofie” Caoimhe said
“What’s up?” Her bestie replied,
“You see that guy over there?” Caoimhe asked, pointing across the bar.
“What about him?” Aofie replied.
“Tenner says I can go home with him tonight.” Caoimhe gloated.
“Oh, you’re on!” Aofie laughed, as Caoimhe stood up and strutted confidently across the bar.
“Hey sexy” she purred, approaching the man confidently.
“Oh, hi, have you seen my friend? I can’t find him anywhere!” He replied, in a heavy American accent.
“Oh no, you can’t?” Caoimhe replied, “why don’t you sit with us so we can talk with us?”
“Um… okay.” He replied, as the red head guided him with a smirk on her face.
She gave it an hour until he was balls deep inside her.
God, she loved a night out in Dublin.
“Yeah, what about her?” Jacob replied.
“Ten bucks says I could get their phone number right now.” Sam gloated. Truthfully, his trip to Dublin had been quite underwhelming so far, no thanks to his friend, Jacob. The pair had always varied somewhat when it came to their idea of a holiday. Sam was more of a party animal whilst Jacob insisted on seeing the sights of wherever it was they were visiting. Nonetheless, the duo had at least agreed on sampling the Irish nightlife at least once. Who knows, maybe alcohol will be the key to unlocking Jacob’s wild side?
“No way.” Jacob responded. “What would you even do with it? You live on the other side of the planet!” Sam sighed. Evidently Jacob HAD no wild side.
“Whatever, dude.” He groaned in response, “bet or no bet, I’m going for it.” Sam puffed up his chest and waltzed over to the table that the young woman was sat by.
“Hey there beautiful” he smirked, confidently.
“Can I help you?” The woman responded. She spoke with a strong Irish accent that caught Sam off guard. Still, he was not to be deterred.
“Sure, I was just wondering what a gorgeous woman like you is doing all on her own on a Saturday night?” He continued, not paying attention to the disgusted look on her face.
“None of your business.” The blonde responded, harshly.
“Aw, come on.” Sam pleaded, his confidence waning somewhat with her blunt response. “You gotta give me something!”
“Fuck off.” She scowled, giving Sam a firm message.
“Fine.” Sam turned to leave, “whatever, bitch…” he mumbled, unaware that the woman had heard him.
“Well, if you must know, I’m waiting for a friend.” The woman smiled, halting Sam in his tracks.
“Oh really?” He smirked, turning back to face her. “And is she as pretty as you are?” He asked, The woman giggling in response.
“You wanna sit with me until she gets here?” She asked.
“Of course!” Sam responded, punching the air internally. That worked?? Damn, he should insult women more often! He smiled as he sat down across the table from the woman.
“So what’s your name?” The woman asked him.
“Sam.” He responded, trying his hardest to sound nonchalant. “What’s yours?”
“I liked that name, mine’s Aofie” she responded. Internally, something about the situation wasn’t sitting right with Sam. What caused this sudden change in attitude? Not that he was complaining at all. A sexy Irish woman was interested in him? Not bad.
The two sat in silence for a moment too long, as Sam began to sweat. Oh god, what should he say? He had to say something, anything, just fill the silence.
“So what do you-“
“I have to say, Sam I really like that ring you’re wearing.” Aofie butted in. What? Sam was taken aback somewhat by the sheer randomness of the compliment she’d just paid him. It was made even weirder by the fact that he definitely wasn’t wearing any rings.
“Oh? But I’m not wearing…” Sam attempted to correct her, but trailed off as he looked down at his hands. That was odd, he was wearing two rings on his fingers. Had he put them on this morning? No, definitely not, he wasn’t a jewellery kind of guy. Had Aofie slipped them on him while he wasn’t looking? No, why would she have rings big enough to fit on a man’s finger?
“Oh, I guess I am, haha.” Sam said, laughing off the awkwardness. If he wasn’t so distracted by the rings, he would have noticed that his hands had shrunk down massively, becoming dainty and feminine.
“…so anyway, that’s how I accidentally bumped into Pope Francis II!” Sam joked, of course, the story was a complete lie, but it got a big laugh out of Aofie, so all was well. Things were actually going quite well. The pair had been talking for around 20 minutes now, and the conversation showed no signs of stopping.
“You’re really funny!” Aofie smiled.
“Thank you, it’s what I do best!” Sam responded smugly.
“Hmmm… I think you do something else better” Aofie replied
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Sam flirted.
“Yeah… you pull of those shoes perfectly!” Aofie gleamed. Sam frowned. What was she talking about? He was just wearing a throwaway pair of trainers.
“I mean, those heels are just perfect!” She continued. What? Sam looked down in horror at his feet. Sure enough, he was wearing high heels. Not only that, but his feet looked disproportionately small compared to the rest of his body. That didn’t seem right.
“You must tell me where you got them!” Aofie said, ignorant to Sam’s confusion.
“Oh, uh, I don’t remember.” He responded, deflecting the question. Why was he wearing high heels?
“Anyway, tell me more about your trip to Italy!” Aofie smiled, disrupting Sam’s train of thought.
“Oh uh, sure.” What was he thinking of again? Ah well, it could wait. “So after that we went to-“
“Oh, your necklace!” Aofie interrupted again, much to Sam’s annoyance.
“What?” He replied, agitated.
“Your necklace fell!” She responded, reaching under the table, and handing Sam a cross necklace.
“That’s not mine.” He quickly responded. Sam might have worn rings, but he definitely didn’t wear necklaces.
“Well, it’s not mine!” The blonde giggled, “so clearly it must be yours!”
Sam sighed. “Fine.” He mumbled, grabbing the necklace and putting it on the table.
Aofie frowned. “Are you not gonna put it back on?” She asked.
“No.” Sam responded, sternly. First the rings, then the heels, and now this? He was starting to suspect that Aofie was trying to mock him. He absolutely did not wear necklaces!
“Would you do it for me? You looked cute in it before!” She pleaded, her eyes fluttering. Sam sighed in response. He didn’t really want to, but if it increased his chances of getting this girl’s number, so be it.
“Fine.” He conceded, placing the necklace around his neck. As he did so, his neck slimmed out, his Adam’s apple disappearing as his voice raised by several octaves.
“Yayyy!” Aofie cheered. Sam smiled, he had to admit, she was very cute. He still suspected that she was mocking him somewhat, but it was worth it to hang out with her.
“Anyway, what were we talking about?” Sam asked
“Hmmmm” Aofie thought. “I think we were talking about your skin care routine!”
“My skin care?” Sam laughed. “I don’t have a routine! I just wash it with water every day!”
“There’s no way! It’s so smooth!” Aofie replied. As she spoke, Sam’s body hair vanished. Reversing into his body to give him a completely smooth look. Not that he noticed, as he was too engrossed in conversation.
“Haha, I do try!” He responded.
“And don’t get me started on your make-up!”
“Haha, i- i…” Sam trailed off. Make up? MAKE UP? Did it look like he was wearing make up?
“Oh, I’m not wearing any-“
“Of course you are! You always wear make-up!” Aofie giggled. Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. What did she mean, always? Whilst the young man was lost in thought, his face began to change. His jawline became rounder, whilst his lips became larger and softer. Simultaneously, his nose shrank to become more petit. His eyes, meanwhile, changed from a deep brown to a hazel blue, as eyeliner coated his lashes.
Sam, meanwhile, was still confused. How did she know that he always wore make-up? Something wasn’t right.
“Don’t worry about it though, it suits you a lot!” Aofie smiled. Sam smiled too.
“You think so?” He replied, unaware that he was beginning to speak in an Irish accent.
“I know so!” She beamed. “It suits your hair perfectly!”
“My hair?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, I love what you’ve done with it, by the way, ginger really suits you!”
Sam looked dazed. Sure enough, long waves of ginger hair poured down his body, cascading to chest length. Sam frowned. Ginger? No, he was always ging… ginge… he wasn’t ginger!
“And by the way, I hate to ask this, but have you lost weight?” Aofie’s bombardment continued. “Because I have to say, you are rocking that dress!” Sam was paralysed on shock as his arms and torso shrunk down. His hips widening and stomach shrinking to give him an hourglass figure. Furthermore, his clothes darkened and morphed into one piece of fabric, forming a black dress. Additionally, Sam noticed the world start to move around him as he shrunk massively, going from a dignified 6”0 to a short 5”1. In fact, he would say he was now the same height as Aofie.
“I don’t…” Is all that Sam could muster, before Aofie interrupted once again.
“And wow, babe, your tits are looking GOOD!” She purred. As Sam let out a soft moan, with two mounds forming on his chest. Before he knew it, two moderate sized breasts had filled out the chest area of his new clothing.
“And don’t get me started on that ass of yours!” Aofie laughed, as Sam’s ass ballooned out, raising him in his seat slightly as he looked Aofie in the eyes.
“Yep, you are one fine woman!” She exclaimed. That was it, the words Sam knew were coming. Closing his eyes, he winced as his penis began to shrink into his body. Pain soon turned to pleasure, however, as his balls inverted into him, creating a new, wet pussy. There was no denying it any longer, she was a woman.
“Anywho, do you wanna get another drink?” Aofie asked, as if nothing had ever happened.
“Why… did…” Sam could barely speak, a loose teardrop falling from her eye.
“Oh honey, you don’t want to ruin your mascara!” Aofie chuckled, handing Sam a tissue.
“Why… did you do this to me?” Sam asked, in a full Irish accent.
“Oh, hun, you were asking for it.” Aofie laughed, pulling out a digital camera. “Just for the record, I have a boyfriend, but I could do with a new bestie!” She taunted. “Anyway,” she pointed the camera at Sam, a grin on her face, “say cheese, Caoimhe!”
**FLASH**
Caoimhe blinked, the flash from the camera catching her off guard. “Jesus!” She laughed, “let me see!” Both giggling at the photograph, Caoimhe turned her attention to the bar.
“Hey Aofie” Caoimhe said
“What’s up?” Her bestie replied,
“You see that guy over there?” Caoimhe asked, pointing across the bar.
“What about him?” Aofie replied.
“Tenner says I can go home with him tonight.” Caoimhe gloated.
“Oh, you’re on!” Aofie laughed, as Caoimhe stood up and strutted confidently across the bar.
“Hey sexy” she purred, approaching the man confidently.
“Oh, hi, have you seen my friend? I can’t find him anywhere!” He replied, in a heavy American accent.
“Oh no, you can’t?” Caoimhe replied, “why don’t you sit with us so we can talk with us?”
“Um… okay.” He replied, as the red head guided him with a smirk on her face.
She gave it an hour until he was balls deep inside her.
God, she loved a night out in Dublin.
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