Part-Time Server - for Money

My name is Bennett Buckley and I need money fast. A week ago my parents told me they were going to kick me out since I was lazing about at their place a year after dropping out of High School and had no job despite just turning 19, only telling me a week in advance so I would be prepared. Despite that, it was six days later, and although I had applied to well over a dozen jobs, I had been getting no callbacks and was running out of options. Feeling **** I scheduled a job interview at the local strip club since they had a few options open for a vague glimmer of a chance that they would hire me.

"Sorry but no… I can’t honestly say you are even a potential for this position.” The building owner offering the job told me bluntly and in no uncertain terms. “While I can see how much you want this job you just aren’t a good fit for it.”

I let my head hang low after hearing that feeling like my world was crashing down around me. ‘I don’t even have friends really to crash with so… I need a job in the first place to get a good apartment so I’m going to be homeless.’ I thought to myself dreading my now certain future.

It was then the owner spoke up again snapping me out of my dark thoughts. “I can see you are at your wit’s end looking for anyone to take you in and give you a job.” He began starting to raise my spirit. “It won’t be the job you applied for and it will be part-time but if you’re up to it I can find a way for you to take it.” Before I could even think about it I began rapidly nodding my head in agreement.

'A part-time job is as good a place as any to start! I may have to get a second part-time job but it is a great place to start.’ I thought to myself as the owner began to smile wide at my enthusiasm.

"Great! You can come back later if you want and start as soon as possible.” He said with a booming voice of his as he stood up and offered up his hand. I took it with a glee so powerful that if people didn’t know better they might have thought I was drunk. I nodded my head one more time at his proposal to come to work as soon as possible leading him to reply with, “You’re a good man Mr. Buckley. Come back here in about five hours or 4:30 pm sharp and I’ll get you started.”

I did just that, after renting a new apartment of course (yeah!), and walked into what I assumed would be my new place of work with a pep in my step. ‘Looking back Mr. Edmond did say it wouldn’t be the job I applied for, understandable cause I can see I wouldn’t be a good fit as one of Edmond’s Modeling Agency male models, so I don’t know what job I agreed to. Maybe a photographer?’ I thought to myself as I walked up the stairs to Elijah Edmond’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door it opened revealing Elijah wearing a completely different attire from the respectable suit I saw him wear during the job interview.

“Ah, it’s you!” He nearly shouted out in surprise. “Ten minutes ahead of schedule, I like that. Means I don’t have to wait around for you.” He said approvingly to my punctuality. “Follow me.”

I nodded before following him as the lights seemed to go out one by one confusing me. “Why are the lights turning off?” I asked curiously.

“Hmm? Oh that, it’s because no one is using them since the agency is closing for the day.” He said dismissively like a tour guide having had to explain the same thing over and over again and getting tired of it.

“But aren’t I starting my work day?” I asked confused.

“More like work night, but yeah. It just isn’t here at the agency.” He said as he pushed the front doors open and a minute later the entire agency went dark. “You don’t have a car yes? Who am I kidding if you did you wouldn’t resort to looking for a modeling job looking like the most ordinary young adult man possible. No offense.”

“None taken.” I said instinctively still reeling from the reveal I won’t be working at the modeling agency. ‘Does he own a second building perhaps?’

Without acknowledging me he continued while on the way to his car. “So you can sit in my car while we are driven to your new place of work.” He said as the rear door of the black limo in front of us opened by a large man in a tight suit. “Keep following.”

Bewildered by the sudden turn of events, I followed Elijah into the luxurious limousine. The interior was plush, a stark contrast to the dimly lit streets outside. Elijah took a seat across from me and motioned for me to sit beside him. The limo driver closed the door behind me with a thud, and we were off. “So, Mr. Buckley,” Elijah began, his tone casual yet filled with intrigue.

“You must be wondering what sort of job you’ve agreed to.” I nodded nervously, unsure of what to expect next. “Well, let’s just say it’s a position that requires a certain… discretion,” he continued cryptically, a slight smile playing on his lips. “But rest assured, it pays quite handsomely.”

I tried to hide my confusion with a nod of understanding, though my mind raced with questions. ‘What had I gotten myself into? And was Elijah Edmond involved in something shady? And if he was was it involved with the government or perhaps even something criminal?’ My mind raced with numerous possibilities.

Elijah read me like a book and smirked at me. “I assure you I do not work for the government nor am I a mere criminal.” He began to ease my worries before he made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Though suppose in some parts of the world what I am doing may be considered illegal.”

I made an audible gulp sound at that confession. “During the day I am the respectable owner of a successful modeling agency but after 6:30 at night I am the equally respectable owner of a nightclub.” He began to explain further. “Which leads me to the job offer I gave you… I need you to work the floor."

I froze at that reveal. “Now it is a hard job, harder than most people think, you have to walk in heels for hours on end while drunk and rowdy customers grope you all the while you have to put up the biggest smile while doing it.” He continued. “But it requires no education or expertise and the requirements anyone can accomplish: tits and ass.”

“You mean any women.” I finally spoke up barely above a whisper.

“Yes, ‘only women’ or it used to be. You see a new pill has recently come on to the black market that changes that.” He said before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pink pill. “This little pill that isn’t even as tall or wide as my thumb seems to break the rules of biology and science as we know it. It could turn any man into a smoking babe!”

“C-could that even be possible?” I asked in befuddlement.

“Science said no but reality says yes.” He answered before snapping his fingers with his other hand which seemed to open a compartment in the limo. I looked down only to open my eyes wide as I saw a bunny outfit inside. “Put that on.”

Staring at the bunny outfit, I felt a rush of emotions—fear, uncertainty, but also a strange curiosity. Elijah watched me intently, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and expectation. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone almost soothing. “The pill works quickly, and that outfit could stretch out to fit any body type. Trust me.”

I hesitated, the logical part of my brain screaming at me to get out of the limo and run as far away as possible. But then I remembered I already rented an apartment saying I had a job and I could lose that if I declined this opportunity. Desperation won over reason.

I began to strip the clothes I wore to what I thought would be a respectable job to my underwear before looking up at Elijah. “Completely, don’t worry I have seen every shape and size of penis in my time.” That didn’t completely soothe my fears but I had to obey so I slid my underwear off. “Oh? It seems some part of you is liking this.”

Confused I looked down to see my manhood was for some reason completely hard. Trying to move on as quickly as possible I pulled the outfit out and noticed something with it. “The golden star pasties too yup.” My head was on fire at this point but I bit my tongue and put the whole outfit on. The fishnets, bunny ears, tie, pasties, the whole thing.

With trembling hands, I then took the pill from Elijah. “What’s in it?” I asked, stalling for time.

“I’m not completely sure but from what I heard… It’s a blend of advanced hormones and nanotechnology,” he explained as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s completely safe, and the effects are temporary—lasting about twelve hours.”

I nodded, still unsure, but what choice did I have? I swallowed the pill, feeling a strange sensation as it went down. Almost immediately, I felt a warm tingling spread through my body. I was feeling my body transform in ways that defied logic. My muscles softened, my waist narrowed, and I felt a strange pressure in my chest. When it was finally over I looked at myself in the limo’s mirror, I was unrecognizable. I had become the embodiment of femininity, complete with curves that filled out the bunny outfit perfectly.

Elijah smiled wide at my transformation. “Perfect, it’s better than I ever expected, XY-Change still finds ways to surprise me.” he said, looking me over as the limo came to a stop. “Now, let’s get you to the club. We’ll give you a quick rundown of your duties inside.”

As we entered the nightclub, a glitzy place that pulsed with music and neon lights. It was empty currently but it could more than fit over a hundred possibly over a thousand people at once. Elijah then escorted me to his office on the third floor so he could tell me what was expected of me. Elijah explained the basics of working the floor—how to walk in heels, how to interact with customers, the signals for getting help from security, and the importance of maintaining a friendly demeanor no matter what. It sounded daunting, but I was determined to make it work.

It took nearly 30 minutes in all and once I was left to my own devices there was less than an hour before the club was set to open for the night. As I walked out and looked down towards the ground floor to saw dozens of girls milling about chatting with each other. Already it started to feel a bit overwhelming. Steeling myself I began the walk down the stairs readying myself to face what may be the most important night of my life.