B stands for Boobies

Alex laughed heartily to himself, enjoying the brief respite from his recently odd and stressful life; he couldn't just not choose an option with boobies in its title. Not able to contain his childlike laughter, he struggled with the second option, unable to decide between 2Petite or the Customer one. Flipping a coin on his phone, he finally decided his 2nd choice: The Customer (and their tip) is King!

Sleep was not easy, especially not as Alex still giggled a bit at Boobies. Sweaterpuppies. Cans. Jugs.

"Ethan! Ethan! Wake the hell up!" Alex said, his laughter gone, replaced by a sense of shock, fear, and uncertainity. He'd awoken feeling fine, ready for his morning class, and gotten ready, having close to another hour before he even need leave. Then he checked himself out in the mirror.

Man tits wouldn't accurately describe his budding peaches anymore. No. Proper, real tatas now were on his chest, and he couldn't stop himself from tearfully laughing.

Ethan was groggy, and didn't seem to fully understand why his shirtless roommate was rousing him, but awoke when he heard the pain in Alex's voice.

"Don't be so rough! You're grabbing my titties hard dude." Alex said, suppressing his **** giggle.

"Yeah man, they definitely feel like a girls boobs, and I'll be honest, most dudes just sag. These things..." Ethan scratched the back of his head. Alex knew his diplomatic voice was coming out. "...uh, go to the Doctor maybe? I mean, it could be something, or you could just be having a weird pec growth."

"Pec growth? Ethan. They're a proper set of jugs dude." Alex said with a sigh. He felt better after Ethan's opinion, if only because it meant he wasn't alone. Finally, Ethan was seeing something was up, that he wasn't being insane.

"Don't pace around my room Alex. Take a deep breath, get some breakfast, throw on some loose clothes, chillax." Ethan said as Alex did one of his more rare nervous habits. Walking from one corner to another. Maybe not walking. More like moving forward with his chest out, and flexing his ass to the world, and....

Alex hugged Ethan, squeezing him tightly, and almost wishing he couldn't let go. "Sorry Ethan. I just feel like." He couldn't put it into words and let himself latch onto Ethan for a bit. Not hearing anything from Ethan, Alex looked up after a few minutes of holding onto him tightly, realizing the bastard had fallen asleep!

Nothing, per Ethan's advice to 'throw on some loose clothes', seemed loose enough. Alex gave up and threw on one of Ethan's sweatshirts and a very baggy pair of sweat pants; it was no help, and he ended up with a tight fitting jersey around the two noticeable bumps on his chest, and a very nice view of his ass in the formerly baggy pants.

"You look....different today Alexa." Gavyn said as Alex walked into class.

"Gee, thanks Gav, that's what every dude wants to hear walking into class at 8 in the morning." Alex replied as he slid into the seat next to Gavyn.

"No, no, compliment. I meant it good." Gavyn said as his eyes moved down from Alexa's well done makeup to the two, formerly unnoticed, perky bumps. "I mean, really, something is different today, and _you should be happy someone noticed, _uhm, your change in style Alexa."

Alexa nodded. Whatever the awkward nerd had meant, Alexa could appreciate a compliment, and she conversed with Gavyn before and after class, unable to stop herself from talking to him. After a particularly funny joke, Alexa found her hand grabbing his arm as she giggled, stabilizing herself off him.

"Please, you two, you can leave, but you can't stay here." The Professor chided them and they fled the lecture hall.

"Imagine if he hadn't been there." Alexa said absentmindly and with a deep stare into Gavyn's eyes.

"What would've happened?" Gavyn asked.

"Who knows?" Alexa replied with a smile, not realizing what that comment meant until she thought over it; unfortunately, her shift started soon, so she had to depart from Gavyn. As regrettable as it was, he did quite like the sight of her leaving....

"Damnit!" Gloria said from the bathroom stall, messing with the tight booty shorts and brown cut-off; her pantylines were terrible in this thing, completely. For a flick of a moment, that made no sense, seeing as she was wearing boxers, not pantys, and Alex doubted whatever the hell was going on, but a voice broke through that reflection.

"Gloria, you need to be quiet. What's wrong?" Jessica asked her.

"I didn't wear the right underwear for this, honestly. Shit. Damnit." Gloria replied in a hushed voice.

"Relax Liv. I'll ask if any of the girls have something you could borrow. Just, uh, hold tight." Jessica asked, and came back a stressful 10 minutes later with a thong someone 'kept in their car', not quite sure she'd wear the given garment.

It worked. In Gloria's mind at least. Her crotch region was as flat as it might get, and when the tight, genitalia crushing thong combined with the booty shorts, she didn't look half bad. No, she looked perfect!

"Wow Gloria. You look fantastic, like, not even jokingly, those booty shorts look painted on. Fuck, I'm a bit jealous, you better do me proud and flaunt that shit like you own it." Jessica said and the two talked, chatting intermittently between their shift; Gloria had a trainer, Tracey, who was ever helpful, but after about a hour of being on training wheels, Tracey threw her hands up.

"Gloria, you don't need me, you're fine enough alone. Find me if you need help." She said, and Gloria nodded with a smile; this would be her first table alone. She'd make a good impression on the lunch crowd!

"Hi, welcome to our Barista, I'm glad you chose us for lunch. Might I get you all started with something to drink?" Asked Gloria. It was a table with a couple at it. Both got water, and asked for to come back later; things were slowing down, so besides for helping wipe down a few tables, Gloria wasn't doing much besides for talking with the other girls.

As she began to take the order, Gloria's head pained for a second, and Alex felt himself back into the land of the living, the curse no longer affecting him after an errant comment by Dan.

He was in tight, sculpting booty shorts, and a cut-off that showed his stomach and tightly held onto his boobies. How the hell had he ended up here? Right. He had to focus. He knew he had to work, he had a table to sit, and even in this outfit, he had to work and get a good tip. To forces pulled him, one said he should flee, hide in his room, the other told him he had to be nice and finish this table.

"You don't understand babe. I like this place for the food. People used to read PlayBoy for the articles. Why can't I do the same for the food?" Jeremy said to his frazzled girlfriend.

"Jeremy. I'm not talking about this place. I'm talking about you going to a strip club." Responded Shane, his girlfriend.

Alex waited awkwardly, not having the willpower or desire to interrupt the two, just waiting for his comment to speak up and get their order.

"And you went to a party with some male strippers." He replied with annoyance. "Call it even?"

She sighed, then he sighed, and then they both nodded, then shook each others hands. "Even."

It was the oddest and most relaxed argument Alex had ever seen, and both proceeded to turn and give their orders to Alex, who scribbled them down. Returning only with the food, Alex listened to a comment from Shane. Her boyfriend was in the bathroom.

"Hey, I appreciate you not interrupting our argument a few minutes back. I know a few of the girls here might actually be straight of man stealers, but you're definitely one of the good ones!" Alex listened, and couldn't believe a human being actually spoke so...oddly. It was a surreal experience, and he simply nodded and said in a customer service voice.

"Yeah, of course!"

"You look like this one girl I used to go to school with. Crazy. You go to college here?" Asked Shane.

Alex nodded and chatted with the girl, the relative lack of business meaning he got pulled into a rabbithole with her, and made two new friends, getting Shane's number. His next customer, a truck driver, was the relative opposite of the couple, and Alex tensed up even as he served the man. He said nothing when the man's hand rested itself on his ass, and tried his best to do provide nothing but the best customer service to him. He got a 2 dollar tip. It hurt his brain to think about.

"Gloria, your shift is over. I appreciate you staying an extra 15 to clean up, but seriously, you're good." Dan said, and pulled her into the office to talk. "Good stuff today, you were out their like a pro. Tuesday's are always slow, and with the amount of waitresses we have, getting a few tables is good."

"Thanks." Alex weakly smiled.

"Smile more Gloria. You're so pretty, with perfect makeup, you look great, but a smile is what you're missing." Dan said, and Alex felt a smile take over his face, reaching to the corners of his mouth. "Oh hey, before you go, let me get you an employee ID. Super quick, take your picture, get a thumb print, you know, the usual stuff."

A post to his Social Media later, and Alex smiled, enjoying the quick likes from his 1900 followers. It was him, in his uniform, smiling while holding the ID. First Day!!!

The ID process was quick, easy, and freaked Alex out when he checked it on his walk home. Well, added to his freaking out; he'd used his phones camera before taking the picture to get a look at his face, and their had been makeup, but when Alex was alone on a street, the ID lost his red lips! He had to be having a psychotic attack...and then he noticed himself swaying in his walk, and he corrected that, and then he noticed how he was putting his chest ou....

His brain was a nervous mess when he got home, and he showered, threw the uniform into a corner, and tried to piece together a chronology of his morning. Gavyn, then his job, and then....

Roy: Hey Cindi, might I get my second lesson tonight? ;p

Cindi: Maybe - you're my favorite student

Roy: I'll see you then, you always seem ready for a workout, I'm jealous

Sweaty and groaning a bit, Cindi put her weight up, and stared up at Roy, who gave her a thumbs up.

"Great job Cindi. I mean dang, keep that up, maybe you'll reach me someday." Roy said while flexing, and then taking her (pitiful in comparison) weight off to lift. The leg area was calling her name, but Cindi just followed Roy around, doing upper body for once. At a particularly heavy weight, Cindi shook a bit, worried she might drop it on her, but Roy saved her in the nick of time.

Both of them were sweaty and tired, but Cindi felt invigorated when Roy suggested food; they went to a nice burger joint, and she downed a burger in seconds.

"A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips." Cindi mused, feeling her waist, and the waist trainer she'd strapped on it prior to her workout. Tight. Breathable. With any hope, she'd get a more perfect pear shape and.....

"You look great Cindi. Seriously. Don't worry about your hips." Roy said with a smile, reaching across the table and playing with her hand. "Get another burger if you're hungry. Seriously, you always eat like a rabbit."

Once she'd finished her second burger, they left, and walked down the street, holding hands and enjoying the setting sun. They were both in sweaty clothes, but enjoyed the moment enough to forget that, and they ended up on a park bench, Roy's hands exploring Alex's body, who was confused beyond measure at how he ended up with the man's tongue down his throat, and....

His breasts, then his waist, then his ass. Roy was going on a journey in the dark park, one hand snaking beneath Alex's tight cut-off, teasing his nipples as he gasped, and smiling.

"I knew you weren't wearing a bra. You never wear a bra huh? You just love the thrill...." Roy said in between kisses, and then let his free hand drifted down Alex's back, and then into onto his ass.

"Ro-Roy...we're in public..." Alex said, moaning at the new sensations he was feeling, and the erotic thrill of everything. He wasn't wearing a bra, and it was hot as hell....

"Shhhh. You need to hush, no one will know, besides, I can tell you're loving this...." Roy said, moving his hands from Alex's butt to teasing his ass, and then another finger entered, and Alex moaned delightfully and the dual **** on his body; soon enough, he felt himself swelling, and cumming in his pants, with Roy smiling at his success.

His smile left his face as he saw Alex's (becoming) flaccid dick in the sweats.

"Wait a minute Cindi. You're a dude?" He asked, looking horrified, and then getting up, retracting his fingers.

That was right. Alex was a dude. He had forgotten that fact amidst all the pleasure. And he certainly wasn't gay!

"Wa-wait....Roy I can explain!" Alex said, standing up, before Roy ditched him in a second, looking confused, and muttering 'How the hell was that a dude?'

Alex's brain was in turmoil, once again. He began to waltz home. Gem Ladies was his only comfort in the cold, and pain in his brain. It felt physically painful to have lost a friend like that. Why, asked another part of Alex's brain, was he concerned with Roy in the first place? Perhaps Roy would come back, and he could grab Alex's expanding ass, and shove his co....

Alex shook his head. Not those thoughts. No. He was focused on Gem Ladies. Not enough, apparently, as he lost the match. Part of him, in his intense anger, mental fog, and sickness in his stomach considered choosing nothing at all.

Punishments:

Pussy Print - User will inevitably, no matter the clothes or state of their vagina, display a cameltoe to the world. Vagina unaffected

Baby got Somethin'! (i): Anyone in users immediate presence (5 feet) finds it mildly difficult to not stare at their ass/tits. Further upgrades will expand this affect, and the range.

You train like a girl - User loses majority of strength in their body, alongside shrinking weight wise. Any punishment which grows of effects a specific area of the body is unaffected, any area not protected by a punishment will shrink.