Colin looked on the ground and saw a bunch of make-up and ladycare products all over the ground.
'Guess the bimbos were looking for more lipstick and blush.' Colin thought as he saw a Hotties girl uniform laying on the ground next to a wig. And next to that a pair of... fake... boobs?
The gamer put two and two together and sighed in withheld defeat.
'I know I'm gonna hate this, but I need a way to get to those keys.'
One trip to the bathroom later, Colin walked out looking like a whole new person. A pudgy but curvaceous blonde with D cup breasts in the riskque uniform and orange pumps.
"Well, here I go." Colin said, tightening the choker from the uniform to make his voice sound higher.
And so our crossdressed hero awkwardly struts like a tipsy idiot to the employee door.
He walked in with a fake dopey smile and strutted through the kitchen to the hanger of keys.
"Like, what are you doing?" a Hottie's girl asks from behind.
Colin spun around with a "Like, I was gonna get more chickies."
"You're like, a chef! The choker and belly says it all!" the bimbo said as she straightened her pink choker.
'She must've been the manager.' Colin thought.
"Like, why are you standing there! These people are totes hungry! Get your big booty in gear and make some wings!" the bimbo manager said while smacking Colin's ass.
"Omigawd, like, yes ma'am." Colin said to keep up the illusion as he put on an apron and got behind the fryer.