Get some rest.

With another polite curtsy your new owner takes her leave and closes the door. Left to your own devices you wander the room and inspect the furniture. This is your life now, or at least, part of it. Who knows what comes tomorrow. At least Josie is nice, you think. Considering what the other boy got on the road this is acceptable. You get into some fresh clothes, finding a nightie in the dresser. After sitting on the bed for a moment the weight of the days events lands on your shoulders like a ton of bricks. You curl up quickly, utterly exhausted. Sleep takes you.

In the morning you're feeling well and rested. hoping out of bed you comb through the dresser to find it's contents consist mostly of maid outfits, the same kind the sissies were wearing in the dining hall last night. I guess that's your job now, you put on one of the dresses before walking out. The hallway is empty and you walk down it's length back to the main room. There you find Kyla and a handful of other boys all eating at a table.
"Dunt be shye, Lass. Have uh seet." she says in a heavy accent, motioning to a free spot with a warm bowl of stew.
At the table you get a taste of some food which is actually much better than the regular orphanage stock. You start off greedily mowing through the meal before Kyla reminds you to act like a proper sissy. She has a chuckle and smiles to you when you compliment the food and find out it's hers.

Through the course of your breakfast some of the other boys make introductions. They're rather nice to you and continue to make a couple jokes alongside some friendly small talk. There are however, a couple boys who adamantly keep to themselves. Guess there's something wrong with them, you think. It's easy to imagine that their lives may have been savaged by the deeds of brutal women. It's not a pleasant thought. You once again, resolve to be a good sissy. Whatever your betters ask of you, it can't be worse that what disobedience brings. You finish breakfast, thanking miss Kyla before the others follow suit. During the morning, Kyla opens up shop and the other boys take their positions. She guides you around the main room, showing you about and teaching you some serving basics. When an early bird comes in, Kyla has you practice welcoming her and taking her order. It's a nervous endeavor but after a couple more customers it seems remarkably simple, though you can imagine things get quite hectic with a full house.

Before the afternoon arrives, Josie comes in and pulls you away from the other sissies working the area. She shows you around the rest of the place, taking care to walk you through the kitchen and some of the vacant rooms. During the walk she chats questioningly and appears to be pleased that you're settling in nicely. The tour eventually comes to a halt when Josie gets to a back hallway where the non staff washroom is located. Before continuing she turns to you and you see her demeanor goes rather serious.
"I have one last thing to show you, Taylor."
"Okay, miss Josie. Uhh, did I do something wrong?"
"No, not at all. Come along." she continues, taking your hand.

Inside the washroom everything seems normal, save for one minor detail. At the back end of the washroom a single stall displays a large and obvious sign that singles it out from the others. It reads "Disobedient Meat Toilet". You shudder at the implications. Josie walks over, pulling you along before opening the door. Inside you see a naked boy chained up against the wall sleeping in a restraint imposed kneeling position. His mouth is held open with a gag ring and his body is marked with bruises and cum stains. He rests in a pool of cum and other unsavory fluids. Josie reaches inside the room for what looks to be a small wooden box which she unlocks. You watch her pull from the "tips" box, a handful of coins which she wipes down and pockets.
"This is how I make my money off troublemakers." she whispers as the boys slumbers.
"Dylan hit one of my customers after she showed him some simple affection." she says, closing the door gently.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about ending up here..." she continues as the door closes.
"...but all my boys need to know what my consequences are."
"I understand, miss Josie." you speak softly
"Good boy. Now, come along."
"Yess, miss."
"I'm glad that bit of dreadful business is done."
You say nothing, following Josie back into the main room.

The rest of the day you tend to the customers and practice your new job. It's not until evening that things start to get messy and the lively atmosphere washes away the thought of Dylan in the bathroom. As the night gets on, more and more women come in to eat, some even bring their own sissies. Soon the place is packed and you're busily trying to keep up with the rest of the staff. Over the course of the night, there's but a single down period where Josie approaches you and tells you to take a break for a while. You thank her for the kind gesture and she congratulates you on your hustle. However, before Josie leaves you end up asking her what you're supposed to do. After all, you're still somewhat clueless on certain things.
"Have a meal at one of the tables, or relax in your room." she replies.
"Okay, Miss. Ummm..." you trail off looking around.
"You could get some fresh air or maybe spend some time with table three over there. She seems to like you. Maybe you could take her to your room." she winks.
"What?!" you blush.
"Just a suggestion, Taylor." she chuckles.
"As long as you don't mess anything up and get back here in an hour everything is fine. Now get." she says, punctuating the dismissal with a playful shove.