I decide I should be the one to be the hostess

“I know him better, so I should do it,” I tell Raymond.

“Good idea,” he replies.

For such a task as this, my father has a contract with X-Change. For a discounted price, he is able to purchase Pink Classic pills in bulk, totalling to about 60 pills each month. Sometimes, we won’t use the whole batch in one month, but due to his agreement, he is able to keep the discounted price just to purchase a smaller portion so we have enough to go around.

Of course, since this is a secret we keep from the customers, I go to the back room where our female uniforms and the Pink Classic pills are kept in a safe. After unlocking the safe, I take one pill and one uniform, closing the safe when I’m done. With a water bottle to down the pill, I take the pill, making sure to undress as it goes down my throat. Usually, my pants are the first to drop.

When I became Charlene, my female identity, of course I shrink down to a height of 5’ 2”, a good six inches or so shorter than my actual height. My ethnicity is Filipino, so I become a Filipina, but that is where my native culture stops. Like my male self, I only understand the most basic of the Tagalog language. Speaking it is another problem. Being so Americanized, my accent is terribly white with no ounce of my heritage becoming a hint in my speech. If only X-Change had a pill that delivers that to the user.

Physically, I’m a brown-skinned cutie with wavy, brown hair that flows from the top of my head, stopping halfway down my back. I have a slight hourglass figure, so in another Filipino’s eyes, I have the ideal proportions of a Filipina. I’d have to work out more if I were to become Miss Universe. The key feature of my body are my breasts, which are large compared to my other measurements. I have a bra measured perfectly to keep them in check.

My uniform consists of a simple short dress. The particular one I pick is in a light peach color, with darker peach-colored flowers in a staggered pattern across the fabric. It’s not really an official uniform, since my cousin Roxanne always brought several dresses to wear, possibly to match with the tastes of her customers. The only variety we have are the color choices. The overall design is the same across most of the uniforms we have. The dress that I have shows a considerable amount of cleavage, which with my breasts is quite significant. The only other piece is a thong that I wear underneath. I would have gone with a standard panty, but having caught Roxanne on the job, I knew she always wore the pieces that exposed more of her body. To finish the outfit, I wear a pair of white high heels that seem to match every outfit I wear as Charlene.

When I’m done, I walk out of the back room, finding Raymond outside tending to a customer. As I walk out, I can feel both of their eyes follow me, continuing as I walk down the hall to Tito Aaron’s room. Once outside, I press the button to activate the silent doorbell, which would illuminate a light inside to alert the occupants. Given this was a reserved room for my Tito, we had installed a monitor connected to the feed of a camera mounted outside the room. Of course, the customer had the right to open the door or refuse outright, depending on the visitor. A camera was just an added benefit for this special customer. I look up at where the camera was installed. A nervous expression shows up on my face as I realize that the angle that the camera is mounted, could terribly show my significant cleavage to anyone looking.

Fortunately, the door opens, revealing Tito’s friend, who I think is his bodyguard. He is a tall man and, camera or not, his height is enough that just looking down at my face could show him the aforementioned cleavage. “Let her in, pare,” Uncle Aaron says to his friend.

The tall man opens the door wide, enough for me to get past him without brushing any body parts against his body. Uncle Aaron has a wide smile on his face as he looks at me, from head to toe. His friend closes the door and he sits back down. While the karaoke machine is on, there is no song being played. Not even the background music for a song is playing.

He pats the seat next to him, gesturing to me to come sit next to him. I follow his order and take the exact position where his hand had landed.