Yes. Full Time!

“Hell yeah, this is awesome, I’ll quit my boring desk job first thing tomorrow morning. When do I start?”

He smiles broadly and hands you over sheet of paper.

“I was hoping you’d say that, baby. Here’s your contract. Thee standard one for newcomers, all as it should be. Sign here and you're a full time model!”

You feel giddy, take the pen and start signing…

Wait.

What are you doing here? You can’t quit your day job, you’ll not be in this body next Monday, will you? You look around. Already feel a sense of loss this if… WHEN you turned back into a man.

But wait. All the other jobs you were offered - and encouraged to take, by the old hag - won't work if – when you turn back, either.

So she MUST have a way tu turn back these things that don’t fit into your life a s man if – when she turns you back.

The black woman laughs behind you.

“No need to hesitate, honey. He’s a pervy little creep, but he’s a professional. The contract is good. And he’s treating his girls better than most agents, you can sign that, honey!”

You can't believe she just called him that. He’s kinda her boss, in a way, right? But he grins boyishly. Apparently he’s fine with everyone he's working with knowing he’s just in the job to perv on the models. And they seem to be OK, with it, too. He must treat them quite well to bear that.

You smile - that was not the reason you hesitated, anyway, but it gives you the last push. You sign your female name. He nods, happily

“Good choice, sweety, good choice. Now get dressed I’ll take you home. Say – can you get here by yourself tomorrow at around 10 am or do you want me to pick you up? I don’t usually do that for the models, I’m not a shuttle service, but for a certain – compensation, I might be our personal Uber!”

He grins at you leeringly. No doubt what type of compensation this creep is thinking about. And he probably DOES make this offer to ever one of his girls. They just don’t take it. You gulp. You don’t have a car, only your bike. You could ride here on that, it’s not too far, but – why did the offer make your pussy twitch, it’s totally gross…… Anyway…...

“Will it do if I call you tomorrow if I need a ride?”

He nods eagerly. Apparently the fact that you're even considering his offer, compensations included, is more than his creepy offer normally gets as a response.

“Sure, sure, how ever my new star likes it.”

You nod and follow him to his car. Once she starts driving, you take out your phone and start formulating your termination email to your company. Technically not a problem, your contract was made with a hire-and-fire mentality anyway. And if – when - you become a man again the universe will set itself straight again, anyway. Have to!

Still. Quitting via e-mail feels - weird. Your boss probably won't like it.

Ah, fuck it. You're gonna be a star! You giggle and press Send. Somehow this act of taking control over your life makes you feel an almost sexual gratification after having been pushed into this life and everything that has happened to you. This feels – liberating.