Part-Time Server - Going Full-Time

I returned to work the next night which surprised my new coworkers and even Mr. Edmond who thought I would quit right then or stay home for a few days. Instead, I took an XY-Change pill from Elijah, and a tablet of the stuff so I don’t have to get a new one from every time I went to work, and went straight to work. Things continued as usual for a while after that until it was starting to approach my six-month anniversary working for the nightclub.

Dave, the bartender I was stationed with, noticed I was acting a bit strangely recently, so after work, he took me to Elijah’s office to ask me straight. “Something on your mind? Are you perhaps still silently reeling from the attack on your first day?” They asked in far more words. I shook my head, I tended to bounce back quickly from things and it helped that I hadn’t old man seen in the months afterward.

“So what is it?” Dave asked offering me a chance to say what was happening with me for myself.

“To be honest I don’t quite really understand myself. After that first night, my head has been starting to feel all kinds of weird, and no it wasn’t because of me being nearly ****.” I began before trying to soothe their possible concerns. “No the inkling I first felt that night has only gotten stronger as I come back to work more and more. It’s gotten to the point that I feel as natural as ‘Bonney’ the female waitress as I do Bennett Buckley the man.”

Before they could have a chance to interrupt and ask questions I continued. “Even my personal life has completely changed it feels. I used to have no true friends or anyone I could rely on really but now I go out with the girls, like Bennett or Bonney, and feel like I am one of them. It’s gotten to the point where I started feeling jealous, particularly Amanda.” I almost unconsciously shrunk down in my seat as I admitted that. “I don’t even know what I envy more, her job as a bargirl or the fact she doesn’t have to swallow a pill to become a girl.”

Silence hung for a few moments before Dave spoke up. “So you want to get promoted?” I turned to him my eyes wide as he smiled down towards me. “Why didn’t you just say so? Tomorrow night how about you come in and start working as a bargirl.

“You can just do that!?” I asked excitedly which Elijah seemed quick to shut down.

“No, he can’t.” Elijah spoke up causing me to figuratively deflate to the floor then. “I can though.” I perked up then once more. “However, be warned it is a full-time exclusive position which I suppose shouldn’t concern you considering you almost always come in for full nights anyway.”

“Full-time Exclusive position, huh?” I mused, trying to process Elijah’s offer. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to think about transitioning into a full-time role as a bargirl. Dave glanced at me with a mixture of curiosity and encouragement, clearly sensing my hesitation.

Elijah continued, his tone measured yet inviting, “It’s not just about the role itself, Bennett. It’s about how you feel when you're in that role. If you believe this is where you belong, then it’s worth considering.” I nodded slowly, absorbing his words. “As a signing bonus, I will give you an XY-Change Preminium pill as well.”

“Oh? What’s that?” I asked intrigued to which Elijah pulled out two pills one much larger than the one I usually swallow and the other one which was much smaller and showed them to me.

“This is it. XY-Change Preminium is one step removed from permanent with the only way back is the accompanying XY-Change Preminium Reverse pill.” He revealed to me. “This way you can live as a woman 24/7 until you want to reverse it with the reversal pill. You might even choose to stay a woman forever and never take the smaller pill.”

My heart raced as I stared at the two pills in Elijah's hand. The larger one, the XY-Change Premium, gleamed under the office light, representing the possibility of a more permanent change. I swallowed hard, my mind whirling with the implications of his offer.

"I... I don't know," I stammered, feeling the weight of the decision bearing down on me. "It's a big step. A huge one."

Elijah nodded, his expression understanding yet firm. "It is, Bennett. But you've already shown remarkable adaptability and dedication. This isn't something you need to decide right now. Take your time to think it over."

Dave placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Whatever you decide, we'll support you. Just know that we see how much happier you seem when you're Bonney. Maybe this is something you were meant to discover about yourself." I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of thoughts in my head.

"Thanks, Dave. I do appreciate it." I thanked him before I began to think to myself, ‘Strange how a pimp and a bartender working for him have shown more care for me than my parents ever since I left the house.’ I held out my open palm and Elijah placed the two pills’ container on it.

“I’ll swallow it when I come into work tomorrow.” I told them my plan.

“Good to know, see you then.” “Have a good day Buckley.” Elijah and Dave bid me goodbye as I went to leave the office and before long made my way to my apartment. To think a job, which I accepted after wrongly thinking it would involve me working for Mr. Edmond’s modeling agency, that I only took to survive after being suddenly kicked out would change my life so utterly. Soon I headed to bed to sleep the day away before heading to my night job the following night.

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It was the night after and my first night as both a bargirl and under the effects of the XY-Change Preminium pill. I arrived at the nightclub, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had already taken the pill and the transition had been seamless—outside of my knowledge the pill is different and it is much harder to swallow so far it didn’t seem much different from the normal pill. Although perhaps Elijah’s words and Dave’s encouragement had helped fortify my resolve making it easier. Now, as I stepped inside, I was ready to embrace my new role fully.

Walking through the familiar entrance, I felt a rush of adrenaline. The club was alive with its usual vibrant energy, pulsing music, and laughter creating an electrifying atmosphere. As Bonney, everything felt more vivid and more engaging. I was no longer an outsider looking in but an integral part of the scene.

Dave greeted me with a wide grin as I approached the bar, Amanda sat at it as well. “Welcome to your first official night as a bargirl, Bonney! How are you feeling?”

I smiled, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling inside me. "A bit nervous, but mostly excited," I admitted, adjusting my outfit. The uniform was different now, of course, everything that used to be black on the server uniform was now pink and the material was different as well. It felt good, like a second skin.

Amanda gave me a thumbs-up. "You look amazing, Bonney. You're going to do great." She said in encouragement. “Now you know what a bargirl is correct?” The conversation reminded me back during my first shift when I thought a bargirl was more closely related to a bartender than what it is.

I sarcastically laughed in response before answering, “Of course I do. I am not a naive woman anymore.” I said before going over what a bargirl is to show my knowledge. “I am paid to entertain patrons, engaging with individual customers in conversation to get them to spend more money. I may also provide them with sexual entertainment such as a lap dance, or offer to sell them sexual services.”

The two exchanged glances before shaking their heads. “Reading off the Wikipedia page won’t make your job any easier you know,” Amanda said overdramatically exasperated before devolving into giggles. Soon all three of us were laughing before we eventually calmed down.

Dave placed a hand on my shoulder once he calmed himself, steadying me. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. The key is to make them feel special. Connect with them, make them laugh, and listen to what they have to say. You’re here to give them a memorable night, Bonney.”

I nodded, taking in his advice. “Got it. Make them feel special.”

Amanda chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And if you need any help, just ask. We're all here for you. My first night was nerve-wracking, but you'll do great. Just be yourself."

Their support bolstered my confidence, and I took a deep breath, ready to dive into my new role as the nightclub began to open for the night causing patrons to pour in. As the night wore on, I found myself getting more comfortable in my new role. I was able to engage with customers, making them laugh and feel special. I even gave a few lap dances, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I moved my body to the music.

One customer in particular caught my attention. He was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. I approached him, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

"Hey there, handsome. Is this seat taken?" I asked, gesturing to the empty stool next to him. He looked up at me, his eyes widening in surprise before a slow smile spread across his face.

"No, it's all yours," he said, his voice deep and smooth. I sat down next to him, crossing my legs and leaning in close.

"What's your name?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

"Ethan," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "And yours?"

"Bonney," I said, extending my hand. Ethan took it, his grip firm and confident.

"Nice to meet you, Bonney," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're new here, aren't you?"

I nodded, smiling coyly. "Is it that obvious?"

He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. "Not at all. But I have a good eye for these things. You have a certain... energy about you."

I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest, I couldn't help but feel hot when being complimented by an attractive man. "Well, I'm glad you noticed. I'm still getting the hang of things, but I'm enjoying it so far."

Ethan leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can tell. You have a certain... spark about you. It's refreshing."

I smiled, feeling my confidence grow. "Thank you, Ethan. That means a lot coming from someone like you."

He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. "Someone like me?"

I nodded, leaning in closer. "Yes. Someone who looks like they know exactly what they want."

Ethan's eyes darkened, and he leaned in even closer, his breath hot on my ear. "You're right, Bonney. I know exactly what I want," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips brushed against my ear.

"And what is it that you want, Ethan?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on mine. "I want you, Bonney. All of you."

My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. I had never been with a man before, but the thought of being with Ethan sent a thrill through me. Trying to regain my composure I made a quip, "So does that mean you are asking for a private show?" Despite myself instead of the confidence I intended to project my voice wavered.

Ethan's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity. "Maybe," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I think we can do better than that." He signaled to Dave, who was watching us with interest and nodded back towards the hallways leading to the halls leading to the private rooms.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. But Ethan's confidence and determination were infectious, and I found myself nodding in agreement.

"Let's go," Ethan said, his voice firm but gentle, as he took my hand and led me towards the private rooms. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. We walked down a dimly lit hallway, the music from the main room growing fainter with each step. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel Ethan's eyes on me, burning with desire.

As we approached the door to one of the private rooms, Ethan stopped and turned to me. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Bonney?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and my senses were heightened. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, but it only seemed to make me more aware of the situation.

Ethan's eyes never left mine as he opened the door and led me inside. The room was just like the one where I was nearly assaulted, an intimate bedroom. However, instead of the traumatic memories it probably should have evoked instead, I was focused entirely on Ethan.

Speaking of Ethan he sat down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached him, my legs feeling like jelly. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer until I was standing between his legs. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy, as he looked up at me with a hunger that made my knees weak.

"You're so beautiful, Bonney," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his fingers traced the curve of my hip, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. My breath hitched, and I felt my cheeks flush as Ethan's hands roamed my body with a confidence that both excited and terrified me. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible, and I found myself leaning into his touch, craving more.

Ethan’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Dance for me Bonney." He ordered me as a customer would a performer. I nodded, my body responding to his command before my mind could fully process it. The music from the main room was still audible, a faint pulse that provided a rhythm for my movements. I took a step back, creating some distance between us, and began to sway my hips to the beat.

Ethan's eyes followed my every move, his gaze intense and unwavering. His presence filled the room, making it feel smaller and more intimate. I let my hands glide over my body, feeling the fabric of my outfit against my skin, and I could see the way Ethan's eyes darkened with desire.

With each sway of my hips, I became more confident and more comfortable in my role. I turned around, giving him a view of my back, and slowly bent forward, running my hands down my legs. I could feel his eyes on me, and it sent a thrill through my body.

When I turned back to face him, Ethan's expression was one of raw hunger. I moved closer to him, swaying my hips as I approached. His hands reached out to rest on my hips, his touch sending a shiver through me. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and began to move my body in rhythm with the music. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch was firm and confident, igniting a fire within me. I leaned in close, my lips just inches from his, teasing him with the promise of a kiss. His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel the tension building between us.

"You're incredible, Bonney," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his words. I continued to move my body, grinding against him, feeling the heat of his desire through his clothes. Ethan's hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "Do you want more, Ethan?"

His response was immediate, a low growl that sent a thrill through me. "Yes, Bonney. I want all of you." I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, but it only fueled my desire. I reached down, taking his hands in mine, and guided them to the buttons of my outfit. His fingers moved deftly, undoing each button with a sense of urgency.

As my outfit fell away, I felt a rush of cool air against my skin, heightening my awareness of the moment. Ethan's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of exposed skin with a hunger that matched my own. I could feel his breath on my neck, hot and heavy, as he pressed his lips against my skin.

I let out a soft moan, the sound mingling with the music as I continued to move against him. Ethan's hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, and I could feel the tension building between us, a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Bonney," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "I need you."

The raw need in his voice sent a jolt of desire through me, and I found myself leaning in, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Our lips moved together in a frenzied dance, tongues tangling as the heat between us grew. Ethan's hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, and I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me.

I broke the kiss, panting for breath, and looked into his eyes. "Ethan," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "I want you too."

His response was a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. "Then take me, Bonney. Make me yours."

With those words, any remaining hesitation vanished as if I had forgotten I was a virgin man before this. I moved against him, my body a vessel for the desire that burned between us. The music, the dim light, the heat of his touch – it all blended, creating a moment that was both electric and intoxicating.

As I lost myself in the dance, in the feel of his hands on my skin, I realized that this was more than just a job. This was a part of who I was, a discovery of a side of myself I had never known existed. And in that moment, as Ethan's hands roamed my body and our movements became a symphony of desire, I knew that I had found something truly special. And in the midst of it all, I found myself – Bonney, a bargirl, and more than I had ever imagined I could be.

'I am Bonney now and forever.' I thought to myself as I decided then and there to work full-time for Elijah as Bonney, the identity once known as Bennett Buckley forever lost. I also learned one other thing that very night.

Ethan got rougher the more passionate he got. 'I would have it no other way.' I thought to myself as I scored my first regular as a bargirl.