No, Tiffany has to figure this one out.

The following morning Tiffany woke up and felt full of energy, but when she remembered that she had to go out and find a job her heart sunk a bit. Where could I possibly work that won't cut into my Sissy time? Tiffany wondered to herself. She continued to ponder that question as she got into the shower. The warm water distracting her for a while, as she let it run over her smooth skin. Grabbing her mother's body wash and loofah, Tiffany lathered herself up and let the water slowly remove the soap as she washed her hair and face. The feeling of the soap slowly running down her ass and over her sensitive hole caused blood to rush to her clit, but she resisted the urge to toy with it. Her legs weren't as prickly as she would've guessed, nonetheless she ran a razor over them to cut the hair back down.

Luckily for Tiffany, she had been blessed with her Father's inability to grow facial hair, so a quick once over with the razor guaranteed no unsightly hair there. Once she was satisfied that she was as clean as a proper lady should be, she shut the water off and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her body, as she had seen her Mother do many times, Tiffany headed back to her room. Immediately she began digging deep in her closet to look for a toy to play with, her asshole was begging for something to be stuffed into it. With hungry eyes, she pulled out the long, black dildo that Crystal had fucked with the day before. She began to lick it up and down, before her eyes caught something else in the bag that she didn't recognize.

Reaching past the skimpy thongs and butt plugs, Tiffany retrieved the crumpled receipt from the bag. I'm so dumb! Tiffany thought, I could ask the guy at Naughty Times for a job. He already thinks I'm a girl, so I could work there, get paid, and be in full Sissy mode!! Despite the deep hunger to fuck her asshole raw, Tiffany put the Dildo back and began getting dressed. Grabbing a white thong body suit that she and Crystal had picked up yesterday, she pulled it on and did her best to tuck herself. Then she threw on a pair of tight jeans that they had also purchased yesterday, a pair of heathered grey platform pumps, and finally topped off the look with a faux leather jacket.

Moving as quickly as the heels would allow her, Tiffany went to her parents room, where she applied her makeup as best she could. In the end it wasn't nearly as clean a job as Crystal had done, but it was definitely passable for now. She also stuffed her bodysuit to a similar level as the day before. A quick glance in the full length mirror and Tiffany was very satisfied with the results. She looked every bit as sexy as she was hopping for. There's no way that guy will be able to say 'No' to this!

Before she left, Tiffany filled a backpack with her old boy clothes, in case her Mother beat her home. Throwing the backpack in the backseat, she started up her Jetta and made a bee-line across town. Within ten minutes she was parked in the Naughty Times lot and sat in her car applying a fresh shade of bright pink lipstick. She smacked her lips a few times and blotted them on a napkin. Blowing herself a kiss in the rearview mirror, Tiffany locked her car and entered the store.

"Good Morning!" The same, pudgy, middle-aged man greeted Tiffany.

"Good Morning!" Tiffany replied, beaming brightly at the man.

"Can I help you find anything today?" He asked, looking Tiffany up and down, much as he had done the day before.

"Well, actually I was in here yesterday..." Tiffany started.

"I thought I recognized you." He said, cutting her off. "You came in yesterday afternoon with your blonde friend."

"That's right! You've got a good memory."

"Only for the pretty girls." The man replied, winking at Tiffany.

"Ohh, you're a charmer!" Tiffany shot back, shocked at her own forwardness and how easy she found it to flirt.

The man's face broke into a wide, handsome smile. "Anyways, something wrong with a purchase? I'm afraid I can only offer store credit."

"No, no, nothing like that. Well, actually, I was wondering if you needed help here at the store."

"You want to work here?" The man emphasized the 'here' while cocking his left eyebrow and pointing at the counter.

"Well yeah." Tiffany replied, unsure why the man seemed to hesitate.

"You're sure you don't want to work at the Gap or Forever 21 or something?" He pried.

"No way! Those stores aren't really my style, a bit too cliche. I mean pretty teenage girl working in the mall? Come on it's been done before."

"I guess I understand that. But I don't even know your name yet."

"Oh my gosh, how rude of me. I'm Tiffany."

"Tiffany, nice to meet you. I'm Al. If you really want to work here, I could use some help closing the store most nights."

"Great! When can I start?"

"That excited are you?" Al joked, while reaching under the counter for a folder. "First you need to fill out this information sheet, mostly for payroll, but also for availability. Then I'll need you to fill out this W-2 and I-9, you know for your taxes."

Tiffany's heart skipped a beat. All of my tax information is under John. How can I get around this?

Picking up on Tiffany's hesitation, Al quickly added, "You don't have to fill it out right now, you can bring it by tomorrow or in a few days."

Sliding the documents over to Tiffany, he also added a business card.

"That has the store number, my cell number, and our web address. If you have questions on any of the forms let me know."

Smiling weakly, Tiffany took the documents, thanked Al, and made her way back to her car. Without even looking at herself or the paperwork, she left the parking lot and drove back home. It was still early enough that her Mom wasn't home yet, so Tiffany left the bag of clothes in the car and walked inside. She flopped down on her bed, wracking her brain with a way to get around the tax forms, but even with the assistance of Google, was unable to find anything. Trying not to focus on the hopelessness of the situation, she opened up her email and was hit with an idea.

Crystal's email! She said I could write her if I had any questions or issues, it's worth a shot!

Clicking on the email, Tiffany's fingers started to fly across the keyboard.

My sexy and slutty Guardian Fairy,

I am in need of some assistance. I want to get a job at Naughty Times; and I want to work there as my true self, Tiffany, not John. But to get the job I need to fill out a whole bunch of tax information and all of that information is under John. Can you help me? I really want this job!!

XOXO

Tiffany

Tiffany gave the email a once-over, fixed some spelling errors, and clicked send. All she could do now was wait and see.