You've been wandering around town for a while when you decide to head to Le Petit Four Francais, a French cafe (no... really?) for something to eat and a nice cup of tea. Smiling politely at the simply gorgeous waitress as she greets you, you take a seat at the second table back in the middle. All the window seats are taken. As soon as you're sat, the same girl's stood by you. She's probably at college you figure. or only just left school. she's got perfect skin, a beautiful face and an awesome body. not overly busty or anything, but... just right for her. You've seen her in here plenty of times of course, this is pretty much where you always come. Initially it was that it was the only place that serves drinkable tea, but it's got a great, calm and relaxing atmosphere, nice music, great food and of course you've yet to see a girl working here whom you'd rate lower than 8 out of 10 if you were the sort to do so. "Just a tea for now please. three sugars with it please." you reply when she asks what you want. "Okay, I'll go get that now for you." she smiled sweetly. You can't help glancing at her backside and legs as she heads away. Under the dark blue skirt that reaches just below knee length, she's wearing sheer tights. Either they're white, or they're clear, and the shine makes them seem so. she also has straight brown hair that's tied back in a simple pony-tail which sways slightly across her back.
Once you've ordered your food - just having a mixed fruit tart today, you turn to your tea. They just put the water and tea bag in the mug, spoon by the side ad a little jug of milk. This is why the three sugars. you take two, but given the mug/sachet size, you need three to balance it out.
As you take a sip to check it doesn't need more milk or stiring, as you set the mug back down, you get a sudden head rush that makes you almost drop the thing. For a moment, your head is agony, like you just whacked it on something. When you re-open your eyes, you cant figure out whats going on. everything's... bigger. Looking down quickly, you sigh with relief that your cloths seem to still fit propperly.
A point that may or may not deem to be a saving grace as stood over you, plate and cutlery in hand is the waitress, and she's looking... down at you. and she looks absolutely stunned. "Wh.. what happened? you're...
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