I Make A Plan, But Dante Has Other Ideas

My boner woke me up, so hard it almost hurt. Halfway through jerking off, I remembered the events of yesterday, the frustrations that came with the change. There had to be some way to make the situation more tolerable.

Dante’s feet were propped up by the register when I arrived. His smile faded when he saw me. I dropped my backpack under the counter and sat.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He hissed.

I had on the largest tee-shirt I owned, which was three sizes too big. Someone could have used me as a sail. I also wore a baggy pair of sweatpants that cinched with a string.

“My clothes were way too tight yesterday.”

“But I won’t be able to see anything!”

“I’m not sacrificing my comfort so you can get off.”

He leaned back and crossed his arms, “Whatever, I’m not giving you a pill today.”

“Fine with me.”

The day passed quickly, even with Dante sulking. The next day, however, Dante’s usual swagger had returned. Before I could even sit down, he pressed a pink pill into my hand.

“Take it in the supply closet. I’ll take care of the front.”

I almost laughed at the idea of him working. I stepped inside and swallowed the pill dry.

As I transformed, I noticed a pile of clothing on one of the shelves. I sifted through them with my dainty fingers. A black mini-skirt, a studded belt, thigh-high socks, a band shirt, chunky platform shoes, a choker.

That fucker!

The closet door opened, and Dante locked it behind him.

“Go ahead,” he gestured to the clothes in my hands. “Put them on.”

“Eat shit, dude,” I sounded ridiculous in my new body. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“You got in the way of my entertainment. I just want some bang for my buck. Now get dressed: customers are waiting.”

“No bra, no underwear?”

“You want to wear a bra? Parker, you sound like such a chick. What happened to you?”

“I’m not doing it.”

He raised a fist, “See if I give a fuck. I’ll knock you out and make both of us lose our jobs. That sound good to you?”

I cowered instinctively. “Fine. Fine! I’ll wear this shit. Now get out while I change.”

He crossed his arms, “No chance.”

I scowled. After a few moments of silence, I stepped out of my baggy clothes as quickly as I could. My tits flopped out, and Dante rubbed his hardening crotch. “Very nice.”

“No touching,” I said.

I slipped into each article of clothing. The softness of them surprised me. I enjoyed the fabrics on my skin. On some level, this was more comfortable than wearing my men’s clothes.

The skirt fell only a few inches down my thighs. Without underwear, it’d be impossible to bend over without flashing the entire store. My face flushed at the thought.

I clipped on the choker, and my second transformation of the day was complete. I couldn’t help but notice he’d turned me into one of the e-girls I’d spent the past few years jerking off to.

“You’re sexy as fuck, girl. Give me a spin.” Dante’s voice was low and full of lust.

I turned in a delicate circle, letting him see every inch of me.

“No, a spin, a twirl. Come on now.”

I grimaced. In for a penny, in for a pound. I spun for him. My skirt lifted up, revealing my ass and pussy. I covered them with my hands in a panic.

“You tricked me!”

“What trick? I asked you to spin, and you spun.” He unlocked and opened the door. “Get yourself together. There are customers here.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. Just eight hours, and I’d make it to the weekend. I stepped outside. The rush of air-conditioning tickled my bare pussy. I shivered.