"I'll have an iced mocha, please."

  I know I his job for my HRT but also killlllll meeeeee. I'd been w for this coffee shop for three years because I needed my meds and the deal was that if you worked long enough here, they'd pay for surgery, too. I was nearing that point, and the shit pay almost made it too much to bear, but knowing how I was before I started HRT had me tinuing to e into work. "ing right up."

  My mind began to shut down with each order that I was given. I was he biggest coffee drinker, especially not the drab coffee served here, so I couldn't ever quite uand why anyone ehis. The only taste left at the end of making these drinks was sugar, anyways. You may as well just do of the stuff.

  "What'll it be, ma'am?" I ask the 50th er in an hour. Just another 30 minutes until my break. The st 12 people had all had the same order and the monotony was really wearing on me.

  "You would be my preference, but I'll take a bck coffee. Wouldn't want to give myself cavities from this stuff." I wheeled around to focus on the woman who said that. What I saw was a woman who was nearly the spitting image of Morticia Addams. If I didn't know aer, I'd cim that the show used her likeness as the basis for the character.

  It took me a few moments to recover from the shock I was having. "Umm, right away. One bck coffee." What is this I'm feeling? It's like I couldn't take my eyes off of her for a moment. And now I have butterflies? I realized, with no small amount of horror what had happened.

  I was starting to simp for this woman.

  A terrible tragedy, to fall into simpdom, but at least I now uood why people did. This woman was literally perfed had shown a modicum of i in me. All those times I'd yelled at someoo be normal to women, and no if I could be normal around this woman. Luckily, my job was so repetitive that making her coffee was something I could do on autopilot.

  "Here you go, ma'am. That'll be seven dolrs." I id her coffee on the ter while she used the card reader. Every move from her was just so elegant, I found myself uo look away to begin dealing with the er. She pulled her card bad slipped it into her purse in one move, pig her cup up with her other hand and fshing me a smile. I must be seeing things.

  "Thank you for the coffee, you definitely know what you're doing. When do you get off your shift? I'd like to treat you." She took a sip from her coffee, but her eyes told volumes of the amusement she was having. Does she know what she's doing to me? I felt my face get very flushed at this. She has to knht?

  I shook my head, hard as it was to do so, and told her when my shift ended. She gave me an even brighter smile and replied, "Very well, Lily, I'll be back for you then. We'll have a coffee date." Her voice left no room for debate, I merely nodded along with what she said. I'm not proud of it, but I stared at her until she left my sight, dumbfounded.

  As the day dragged on, I started tet about the woman. She almost seemed like an ephemeral delusion of my mind. I was in the back ging out of my apron when I heard her voice again ing from the front. My mind bnked for a moment before I started frantically getting ready to leave. There is no way I'm missing this ce!

  I stumbled out of the ba, almost tripping over one of my coworkers in my haste. She gave me an amused smile that made me feel so light. "Ah, there you are," she said. "Are you ing?"

  As I reached her, she grabbed my hand and began leadi of the shop. Her hand was rather cold, but I didn't mind. I'd always run hot - its why I moved north, after all. We walked through the nearby neighborhood just enjoying each other's presence. Gertrude, as I found out, loved a good cup of coffee. I couldn't figure out ossessed her to walk into the Buckster's I worked at, so I just asked.

  She haughtily ughed and said, "Oh dear, no, it wasn't that rubbish I think is good. There's so much more you do with coffee. And when someone makes it for someohey care about, that always makes it taste so much better." She gave me a wolfish grin. "And yes, I *taste* when someone has dohat. It truly was delicious despite its pinnings as that quick slop."

  I didn't know what to say. How does someoaste feelings in coffee? Is this some kind of joke or is she serious? While I those questions, she led me into one of the houses - her own.

  Standing in her home, I still couldn't get over what she saw in me. I'd certainly had a glowup, but I definitely didn't feel fully fortable in my ski. And it's not like w at Buckster's is a good career. Yet she was intrigued by me before I even opened my mouth.

  "Take a seat," she said, gesturing towards the isnd ter. "Let's talk coffee. Yours was good, but it needs... refi." She stared into what felt like my very soul with hungry eyes. "First, I'm going to make you some, just so you see what coffee, real coffee, is supposed to be like."

  My eyes never left Gertrude's every movement. How she ground the beans by hand in her burr grinder rather than the bdes that Buckster's uses. She showed me just how easy it was to trol coarseness. How did I never know this?

  I kept watg as she showed me more things I'd never even thought about. At the end, she poured out only one cup and drizzled a syrup lightly onto the coffee in a smiley face. "Go o me know what you think." Her smile was so entrang.

  Her hungry eyes b into me, I drank the coffee she'd made me, and a tear started rolling down my cheek. Is this what I'd been missing out on? This feels so warm and like home. More tears joihe first as I drank from this blessed cup. The earthy tones mixed with just a bit of sweetness from the syrup and a hint of bitter. There was o thing I couldn't quite identify, though. Is this what she was talking about, how coffee tastes different if it's made with love?

  I was so entranced with the coffee that I almost didn't feel Gertrude moving behiil she was whispering in my ear. "Don't mind me, keep drinking." I nearly bolted upright but felt a warm embra my mind as she ed her arms around me. I returo my cup and almost immediately felt her bite my shoulder.

  Her hands glided over my body, feeling out my curves. Everywhere she went, I felt tingles radiating from there. Her hands ed around my ned started applying pressure, but I felt quite safe and just kept drinking, sav the taste of this delicious coffee. Her hands moved to my breasts and I felt myself meeting her. It almost felt like there was more there, spilling out, as she khem.

  As her hands moved further down my body, I had to set down the coffee to make sure I didn't spill it. I could no longer dent how hot my face was by pushing it off onto the steaming coffee. I started moaning under her touch. It almost felt like she was reag inside my genitals, like it was the vagina I'd long craved. Her thumb felt like it was w my clit, sendio a frenzy right there in her kit.

  Her bite on my shoulder while she fingered me on her barstool kept a stant pressure in my mind, though I couldly focus on it. I was far too busy Cummings my brains out in the middle of her kit with her hand down my pants aher hand on my breast to notice much of anything. After what felt like my third tinuous asm, she finally relented and lifted my legs to gently rub them. It felt rather soothing, how much aftercare she was showing me.

  Finally, she pulled herself off of my shoulder and locked her lips. "Mmm, that always tastes better sedhand. You were delicious too, dear." In my half-dazed state I barely made out the fangs in her smile, and unsciously moved to touch my shoulder. Sure enough, there were two is there. As my mind began to panic, she gave me a sad smile and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay, Lily. You're not a vampire. I don't go around turning people who don't want to be turned. But you seemed like you his experience, and I just couldn't resist."

  I'd have blushed if I wasn't pletely flushed from that. As I was ing down, I started taking stock of everything that had just happened. I moved my hand quickly up my body and bumped into my breast when I was sure I shouldn't have. Looking down, I seemed to have gained a couple cup sizes. Did she do that? I wondered in awe. What else did she do?

  Then I remembered that feeling from before, of her fingers going deep inside me. I reached down and was surprised to find that I had a vagina now. That was all real?!? I was shocked, there's no way that could've happened. I'd never heard a story about a vampire transing their partner. sidering the stories told about them, that was bound to be one of the top ones.

  "So, I take it you like the ges?" I could hear the smirk in her voice even before I turned around. I nodded and she tinued, " Good, now why don't you try making me a cup? And poor your feelings into it, hmm?"

  Taking the hint, I got up and rushed over to start making a cup, only to stop and slow myself down once I had everything ready. No reason to rush a good cup of coffee, it'll only turn out like the bnd stuff I've been serving for three years. A thought struck me right after. I'm not going to have to keep w there. She didn't just teach me how to brew, she literally saved me from that dead-end job. With that thought in my mind, I began brewing her coffee. I ground the beans with as much care as I could, hoping that that was how I could pour my feelings into them.

  When I finally had her coffee ready, I pced it in front of her. She had been patiently waiting, keeping her eyes on me and didn't say a word throughout the whole process. It seemed like she didn't want to interrupt my work, or maybe that doing so would ge the fvor to her. I anxiously waited as she kept her eyes locked on me, not moving for a moment before bringing the cup up to her lips, ever so slowly.

  She drank, and her lips twitched up. "Mmm, very good, Lily. You'd make a wonderful barista somewhere that actually appreciates a good cup of coffee. The gratitude was especially delicious, as were you." I flushed at that statement. "Tell you what, why don't you quit that dead-end job and e work for my shop? Talent such as yours should be nurtured. What do you say?"

  What could I say other than

  "Yes."