A restaurant

After spending the morning mentally preparing for work, Bill finally made his way down to the restaurant for his shift. He had been a waiter there for a couple of years and liked it well enough. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to think it was going to be anything close to his normal working as a woman.

He had changed into his work clothes, a white button up shirt and black slacks with dress shoes. He wore a white t-shirt underneath to keep his nipples from poking out, which worked... okay. He'd have to be wary of that.

He stepped in and saw some of the others milling about before the place really opened. Rod, one of the cooks, looked up and narrowed his eyes for a moment before they went wide in recognition. "Holy shit, Bill?!" The others all looked as Rod yelled his name, which made Bill's face go red.

"Uhh, yeah, it's me..." he said.

"Damn, you're kinda hot now," Rod said, grinning. He was a bit of a creep, but his moves tended to work on the women who worked at the restaurant more often than not. That fact always managed to amaze Bill. He didn't really get it. But most of the waitresses and hostesses did. Hell, even a couple of assistant managers had.

"Wow!" Stephanie, a waitress, said. She had had blonde hair, perfect make up, and had her blouse unbuttoned to show a lot of cleavage. Her particular method for getting big tips. In more ways than one, Bill was sure. Well, it was that and the short skirt. "You really did become a girl."

"Yup..." Bill said, already tired of the attention. "But I'd like to, you know... just kind of act normal."

"Sure, but if you want any tips on how to maximize what you've got now, let me know. I'll be happy to help."

"Yeah, I bet..." he said. He made his way to the back, shoved his things into his locker, and took a deep breath.

"This is gonna be a long day..."