They didn't know how they got here, and neither of them knew each other. Truthfully, they didn't even know where exactly they were. It seemed to be a restaurant with a bar, but in terms of size and shape it reminded them both of an old-school diner. The decor was very nice, and the place was spotless, not a stain or even a scratch on a thing.

As the for the staff and the customers, there was something going on there. They were all polite and friendly, but there was something just off. It didn't seem insincere, no, it was weirder than that, like their friendliness was unnatural. It seemed like it was being mimicked, close but something uncanny about it.

It would have put the hair up on the back of both of their necks if there was even a way for a hair to go out of place. Gone were their old, slightly unkempt male bodies, replaced with beautiful, perfectly manicured women's bodies, each dressed as waitresses with an stylish, vintage look that both seemed sensual and classy. The only flaw was the staples and the incision on each of their heads, the only evidence that they were not what they seemed to be.

They were put to waitressing, and as the hours past and it was coming close to close, both wondered what was in store for them. When the last customer left, leaving a hefty tip, both of them saw the presumed owner walk over and lock the doors.

Both stopped, holding their trays, both of them inadvertently posed in classically sexy manner.

He looked at them, and his smile, though seemingly warm and friendly, chilled both of them to their new bones. Now what?