A private cosmetic surgery clinic

Bill took a moment to himself in his car, looking at the clinic. He hadn't exactly been looking forward to getting back to work in his new body. It wasn't the work, really. He liked being in the plastic surgery field. It had caught his interest in med school and he had run with it, lucking out in finding a job pretty quickly after graduation.

No, his concern was his boss, Dr. Sanderson. Or Dr. Mark as he liked to be called. He was in his mid-40's and... well, he was kind of a creep. Also, kind of old fashioned. There had been some women who applied to fill doctor positions in the clinic a few times since Bill had started there and Dr. Mark had found reasons to turn them away each time.

As the clock ticked on, Bill sighed and got out of his car, stepping into the clinic and hurrying toward the locker room. He almost let out an embarrassingly girly scream when Dr. Mark rounded a corner, spotting him and his eyes going wide.

"Who are... Bill?" Dr. Mark asked, glancing toward the badge that hung from Bill's bag. "Jesus, you told me about this whole curse thing, but to see it in real life..."

"Yeah, it's really something..." Bill said, forcing a little smile. "But, um, it shouldn't get in the way of my work. Just gonna go get changed and-"

"Yeah, right..." Dr. Mark said. "Um, I think we probably have some extra scrubs that'll fit you in the women's locker room."

"Oh, I was just going to wear my old ones."

"I don't think they'll really fit." Dr. Mark eyes Bill up and down, then shook his head. "Yeah, no way. Better to have you wearing something that'll fit. Can't have you tripping over you pants, right?"

"Um, yeah... I guess so." Dr. Mark nodded and walked away, leaving Bill to head to the locker rooms. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the women's locker room. He winced as he did, the simple act feeling like a forfeit.

He stuffed his things into an empty locker and grabbed a spare set of scrubs, pulling them on. He sighed as he finished dressing and shoved his clothes into the locker. Dr. Mark liked his nurses to have a certain... look. And that look really tested the edges of what would be accepted in, say, a hospital. The tops had low necklines that showed off a lot of cleavage, not that Bill had that much. The bottoms were tight, but clearly intended for a woman with a bit more to her backside.

Still, Bill wasn't excited to be wearing it. With a sigh, he exited the locker room and started his day.