Your shift cleaning up tables began like any other. New body or not there wasn’t anything glamorous about picking up dishes and wiping down tables. It was simple work and you enjoyed it because it allowed you to drift off in your mind. However with this new body every time you bent over or kneeled down to pick something up you felt the eyes of horny, lustful men and even jealous women staring at your perfectly rounded butt outlined nicely in your tight slacks.
After a couple hours it was almost time for your lunch break when you heard a loud whistle come from the managers office. Juan the manager here was the biggest pig you had ever known as a guy. He was very overweight but played it off like he was buff. He had long hair he kept in a ponytail to look young and a really ghetto looking goatee. You always thought he was a jerk especially to the girls over at his nightclub next door.
Right next door to the restaurant was a nightclub and bra called La Chica Azul. It was a real popular bra and club mostly because Juan only hired the sexiest girls in town to work there. They all had to wear sexy blue mini dresses and golden heels and jade necklaces. He called them “Blue Jays.” Most girls took the jobs for the tips and money but as a guy you remembered girls always complaining about the sexual harassment.
Juan whistled again and called you into his office. Pointing to his chair you sat down as he threw his feet up. Reaching into his desk he pulled out a shiny blue piece of fabric and tossed it to you.
“Congrats Chica you are a Blue Jay now....Tina quit this morning so I need someone to fill her spot.” He said smirking showing off his yellow teeth.
You were a bit stunned as you looked at the dress. It was a bright blue on the side but had slots cut into true sides to show more skin. The front part was also mesh to show off more cleavage. Obviously not a subtle thing to wear.
“Umm...thank you? It’s just....I’m not sure I’m comfortable.” you tried to say in protest as he held up his hand.
“Listen girl...I know you're hot....so does all the staff here. That’s all they talk about. I can hire any gang banger off the street to wipe tables. If I’ve got a young girl with big perky tits like you I’m gonna make the most of her. So you either take this job...or find another.” He said firmly.
Gulping you couldn’t afford to be unemployed right now. Holding the dress tightly you nodded trying to hold back a tear.
“Good, now go see Lisa. She will finish off your outfit and start your training for tonight. Word of advice....don’t wear a bra, they tip better.” He said before slamming the door in your face.
You tried to look on the bright side. This was an evening job that paid really well. If you could learn to fake being sexy and flirty for a few hours rent and bills would be no problem. You sighed realizing your other job too. Paige would now have you moved to the morning shift with her. Lingerie and bikinis in the morning and mini dresses and skirts at night....
You called Paige after changing into the dress. You took Juan’s advice and ditched the bra. It definitely made your boobs stand out more. Looking down at your hand you noticed something a bit off. Your nails seemed longer then they did this morning. Your boobs also felt a bit swollen and more tender as well. Maybe side effects of the change?
When Paige answered you informed her of what happened at work and asked if she could switch you to the morning shifts at the coffee shop. There was a brief pause before historical laughter dame ringing through.
“Damn girl! Off to a fast start! Of course I can switch you we can work together this way! Don’t forget at the club to always sit next to guys when taking their drinks they love that!” She said laughing at your situation which only made you feel worse.
Looking down your nails were definitely longer. Also much more manicured than before. You brushed it off for now as you went inside the club.