Body Swapping With My Barista: Pt1

Ugh, I can’t believe I’m here serving these perverts. Today started off pretty normal, I woke up brushed my teeth, and decided to head out to grab some breakfast and coffee before I headed off to work.

I arrived at a local cafe, it was called Swappuccino and it was a very popular spot. To be fair, they served some of the best coffee in the state. I manage to snatch a small booth towards the back of the shop and proceed to look over the menu.

Once the waitress finished cleaning a nearby table she came over to take my order. She was a very beautiful woman, her hair was bright blonde, her eyes bright blue and endless like an ocean. Her body was quite nice as well, although her breasts were small, her booty made up for it tenfold.

I don’t think anyone could keep themselves from staring at it, but I wasn’t here to stare creepily at this woman. I ordered an espresso and a sausage egg and cheese on a croissant. She wrote it down and walked the order over to the cooks, her butt jiggling as she walked, afterwards, she began to brew my coffee.

I pull out my laptop and begin working remotely. After about a minute the waitress returns and places my coffee next to me. I thank her and focus on my current project. Trying my best to solve some design problems my coworkers pointed out to me.

When the waitress returned to give me my breakfast I went to reach up to grab it, but I ended up knocking my cup over and smashing the cup on the ground. I immediately apologized and she told me it was okay. She walked over to grab a mop and a broom so she could clean up my mess.

I was awkwardly sitting in the booth while she bent over to pick up the pieces of glass that didn’t shatter into little pieces. While she was bent over the guy in the booth connected to mine reached back and slapped her butt so hard it echoed throughout the store.

She jumped up yelling, and for some reason she blamed me. I tried to explain and tell her it was the other man, but he denied it calling me a pervert. At this point, she was extremely angry and calling me all kinds of things.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the kitchen area of the cafe, she then shoved me into the employee bathroom and locked the door behind us. I stood against the wall with my hands up, still trying to explain the situation.

She started telling me she hated perverts like me, always staring and slapping her ass. She said she needed a break from it, and I was going to be the one to deliver that to her. She then pulled some sort of stone medallion from her bra.

She threw it at me and I blacked out for a moment. When I came to, I was staring at myself flexing in the mirror. I began to panic as I realized I was now in her body, she picked up the medallion and began giving me instructions.

I was to work the rest of her shift for today, which meant I’d spend all day getting stared at and grouped by men, just like she had been moments before. She would return after the shift and use the medallion to swap us back.

Before I could protest she left, leaving me sitting on her large ass on the bathroom floor. With no choice but to do what she says I go to stand up and quickly realize how different the center of gravity was in this body.

I felt like my backside was going to pull me over, and I quickly had to adjust how I normally stand just to balance it. This of course causes my current butt to pop out more, looking bigger and more noticeable.

I spent the first few hours learning the menu, luckily none of the customers seemed to mind it, I knew what they were thinking though. They saw me as some blonde bimbo who was only hired due to this body.

Most of them didn’t even hide it, while taking orders some of them wouldn’t look up while talking to me. I did my best to ignore it all, this wasn’t my body and I would soon be out of it, never having to feel this way again.

After about eight hours had passed in my shift an older man with a cane walked in. He insisted he needed help getting to a booth, so I did what I thought was right and gave him my arm to assist.  He got rather close for my comfort, close enough that it seemed his arm was purposely rubbing against my boob.

I blew it off thinking that he was just an elderly man, and he probably didn’t know he was doing it. I took his order for a regular coffee with light cream and no sugar and walked back to go make it. I walked it back to him and went to put it on the table in front of him, that’s when he reached up and seemingly pushed it out of my hands.

It fell to the ground and shattered much like my morning incident. Honestly, this should have been an indicator of what was about to happen to me, but spending all day as a friendly barista had me on autopilot.

I told the man I was so sorry, and went to clean it up. When I bent down to pick up the pieces, I was soon met with both his hands firmly cupping both sides of my ass. I was frozen in fear, as something like this had never happened to me before.

He whispered to me that I had the best booty he ever had the pleasure of touching and let go of it. One of the other customers had noticed and grabbed one of the cooks from the back. The cook went off on the old man, breaking his cane and throwing him out of the store.

I finally snapped back into reality and stood up. I looked down at my hands, these feelings I had were terrifying. I felt so powerless and weak in that situation, It was violating and demeaning, and I honestly wanted to start crying.

Now I truly understand why she was so fed up with all this. To spend every day like this seemed like a nightmare to me. Yet she powered through it and was able to find the strength to defend herself when she thought I slapped her.

As bad as I currently felt, I had this deep respect and admiration for her. I’m sure if she had been the one in her body at the time, she’d have stabbed him with a broom, I on the other hand froze making it easier for him to have done much worse.

The nighttime barista arrived and relieved me, meaning my shift was over. I sat outside at one of the tables and waited for the barista in my body to return. She was about ten minutes late and apologized for it. We sat down together and had a nice talk.

She started teasing me asking how my day was with all the perverts. When I became silent she could tell something had happened and asked me about it. I told her all about it and how it made me feel, I even told her how I felt about her and how she could handle it like she does.

At first, she had an awful look on my face, then she apologized saying she never thought that something like that would happen. She forgot that she’s lived her whole life with that sorta sense of awareness around those types of men, and she didn’t think about how I didn’t have that.

She even knew the old man in question, saying he had been a problem before but had never done anything like this. She looked down with an embarrassed look and apologized once again. After leaving and calming down she realized that from where I was sitting there was no way I was the one who smacked her ass.

She was so desperate for a break that when she realized she decided that it couldn’t possibly hurt to leave me like this anyway. So she blamed this whole situation on herself and begged me to forgive her.

I honestly wasn’t that mad at her, it was that old bastard's fault for being a dirty pervert. She invited me back to her place so we could chat some more and swap back and I happily agreed, after all, she seemed like quite an amazing person, despite everything.