Surprisingly well.

"Hang on a second." Al said, Tiffany's stomach did a somersault. "Am I reading this right? Are you a guy?"

Swallowing hard, Tiffany searched for the right words, but ultimately settled for a simple: "Yes."

Al didn't say anything for a moment, but instead looked back to the paperwork. With each passing second, Tiffany found her thoughts towards racing to the door and never coming back. She was certain that Al was going to laugh in her face, call her all manner of names, and throw her out of his store. She felt sick. Just as she was about to bolt, Al finally spoke up.

"Well everything seems to be in order. There's just one problem."

Tiffany was stunned. Did he say everything is in order? Why isn't he screaming at me? Or disgusted?

"Wh-what's the problem?" Tiffany asked, her voice shaking with nerves.

"Your paycheck would have to be made out under this name, at least until you legally changed it. If you're planning to do that."

"Oh!" Tiffany said, relief writing all over her face. "That's the only problem?"

"Look, I can tell you're nervous about this." Al said, reaching out to put a hand on Tiffany's shoulder, "I understand why, a lot of other people would probably have reacted very differently, but I've owned this store for years. I've seen all manner of people come through that door, almost all of them far less passable than you."

Having drawn a smile out of Tiffany, Al released her shoulder.

"Let me put it simply. As long as you show up on time, work hard, and treat the customers with respect, then I don't really care how you dress and present yourself, as long as it is legal. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Tiffany just nodded her head and let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"Now that the awkwardness is out of the way. Shall we talk about your hours, pay, and the store?" Seeing Tiffany nod her head, Al moved around the counter and offered a handshake. "First, welcome to the team. I'm glad to have you aboard. As we talked about yesterday, I need some help closing the store.

We're open until midnight Monday through Friday, and open until one in the morning on Saturday night. Per town regulations, we are only open for a few hours on Sundays. Ideally, you would be available to work from six until close Tuesday through Saturday. As of right now, I don't need you to work on Sunday or Monday, because we don't open until the early afternoon. You'll start at the state minimum wage, which is $10 an hour, but depending on how well you do, in a few months I might be able to cut you a percentage of the monthly income. Any questions?"

"No, that all sounds good to me."

"Great! Moving onto the store..."

After a few hours of walking Tiffany around the store, showing her the inventory room, the inventory database, and the P.O.S. system, Al was finished with the "training" and asked Tiffany to help out a few customers. He was very happy with her customer service and admitted that people seemed more at ease talking about what they were looking for with her than they were with him.

"So, here's what I'm thinking, why don't you come in and work from midday to five for the rest of the week and then on Saturday, which is usually our busiest days, we'll close the store together? That way I can help you, if need be and then next week we can start with the schedule?"

"Okay!" Tiffany said, probably sounding a bit over eager.

"Glad to hear it." Al said. "Go ahead and record these hours in the computer and then you can head home."

Tiffany stepped up to the computer, punched in her user name (which Al had setup as she was helping customers) and entered the time she was at the store.

"Anything else, before I go?" Tiffany asked.

"Don't think so." Al answered, looking around the store to see if there was anything he missed. "Oh, actually, before I forget. As an employee I'll give you 25% discount on everything in the store and, let's say, at the end of every quarter you can feel free to take anything in the store, under $150, for free."

"Wow, that's awesome!" Tiffany said, with genuine enthusiasm.

"A little perk of working here." Al laughed. "Feel free to take something today, it'll count towards last quarter."

Tiffany smiled and began perusing the shelves. She wasn't in any rush and took the opportunity to really familiarize herself with their stock. She passed the dildos, the butt plugs, the vibrators, the lingerie, the shoes, the DVDS, the Fleshlights, and even the bondage gear. Finally she saw an item that stood out. Stepping over to it and checking the price tag, she pulled it off the hook and brought it up to Al.

Seeing what she had picked out, Al smiled at Tiffany, scanned the package, ran the transaction at $0, and handed it back to Tiffany in a blacked out bag.

"See you tomorrow!" Al said, as Tiffany walked out the door.

The drive home was a blur to Tiffany, she knew that nobody would be home, so she didn't bother to change out of her clothes. She tossed her bag next to her desk and ripped open the package from the store. Discarding the stuffing padding her bra, she slid the breast forms into place. Turning to the mirror she was stunned at the effect, it looked like she had real breasts under her bra. Well, it almost looked like they were real, the edge of the form was still plainly visible.

Tiffany quickly checked the clock and, seeing that she had at least another hour before her parents came home, pulled out her make-up. For the next thirty minutes she tried different methods of blending the edges of the forms and her natural chest, finally she achieved a level where you'd never know that there was a seam. She spent the next twenty minutes perfecting the look, before burying all of her things and jumping through the shower to wash away the evidence. Not a moment too soon either, just after getting back into her room, she heard the garage door open and heard her Mom call out her name.

I wonder what they think about the job at Naughty Times. Tiffany wondered, as she put her thong from earlier back on and, once again, donned her sweatpants/leggings.