A private bar

A local bar in town is hiring. But you can't seem to ever recall hearing about it before.

The Lion's Pride is looking for energetic staff to preform and serve our patrions.

Must be at least 21 years old. If employed, uniforms will be supplied, depending on the nightly theme and aptitude of employees.

When applying you'll need to state your limits and preferences so that we can better cater to our patrions needs.

The requirements for the job are a bit strange but the hourly pay offered is much better then anything else you've seen. The fact that you don't recognise the bar hopefully means no one you know goes there.

You begin to fill out the application and fill in the standard details like name, age, race, gender. But when it asks about your limits it presents you with a text box to fill in.

You're unsure about what to put in and after spending hours looking through job ads you feel lazy and type 'None' into the box.

You're then presented with the preferences text box and feel a need to tell them about your desire to crossdress at work. You doubt that they will actually hire you and want to at least tell someone about how you feel. So you do, you write into the text box about how much you want to crossdress, about how you hide it at home and have hidden it for the past year. You write about how good crossdressing makes you feel and how much you'd love to dress like that at all times. You finish it and see the submit button right underneath it, and before you can reconsider you submit it.

You feel a bit better after venting your feelings about it until the realization of what you just did sinks in. You begin to pace around your room hoping not hear from them and wishing there was some way to take it all back as you panic in your room.

That is until your email dings.

You look at your computer nervously and open the email titled 'Thank you for your application'.

You open it and begin to read it through. The email is from the manager of the bar and simply thanks you for applying with a simple question attached at the end, 'Were you being honest?'

No job was offered but they also didn't deny your application yet. You debate how you'll respond but decide to go with your gut and respond truthfully. You blush and fidget as you send your email admitting that the contents of your application where true.

A moment later you get another email. This one asking when you'd be available for an interview asking you dress however you'd like.