You reflexively caught the feather duster, and there wasn't even a beat before it took effect on your mind.
Your eyes dilate, going from angry slits to happy round.
"I need you to go open the costume shop, John." Your Uncle told you, walking over and patting you on the head.
This was better, your head was empty, you had Masters to serve and you were going to get to work. You were their happy sissy maid of course, ready to help their business.
You smile, standing up and bowing.
"Hai, Oji-sama!" You say happily prancing down to the shop to get it open and ready for customers.
Your Uncle looked at Jess.
"Since when do the cat ears make him faux-Japanese?"
Your cousin shrugged, getting back to eating breakfast.
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You would have to ask your Uncle for training on the register, but you understood how to turn it on. Finding the lights in the shop, unlocking the door, turning the sign to open. You climbed onto the counter and began dusting the decorations and masks that hung on the higher parts of the wall. If there had been any customers they would have seen your cute little ass peeking out from under your lacey skirt.
You remembered being angry, but you couldn't remember why. Why would you want to leave this place? This was where your Masters were. And soon you might get customers to serve, making you even more excited!
In your peripherals you saw someone from the street walking in. You hurriedly hopped down from the counter so you could greet them on the floor like a professional.
"Ohayo!" you greeted with a bow.
The man who walked in looked like a typical white frat boy, he made a face like he thought you were cringey as hell.
"Uh ew. Suck my dick." He made a point to flip you off as he sauntered towards the back of the store.
You cocked your head, was that allowed? You thought, taking his brush-off literally. You looked up at the entrance to the living space where your Masters were. Well you didn't want to leave a customer unhappy...
Oh you'd almost lost him. You hurried towards him past the popular costumes in the front.
Though you hadn't gotten a good look around, the costume shop seemed like any other. The front of the store had what looked like factory produced costumes all wrapped in plastic at reasonable prices. It looked just like the chain stores, with maybe the homey touch of a small business, including some older designs that never got clearanced out.
But in the back there was a line of caution tape, and better quality costumes. Back here the walls were lined with large black curtains, there was a different air all together. Some DIY'd dressing rooms divided the areas.
You looked around in awe, thinking about how fun it would be to clean and arrange for Masters. But for right now you had a job to do.
The guy who had come in didn't notice you at first, he kept picking things up, checking the price and glancing around as if for cameras.
You hoped he wasn't going to shoplift, you hadn't been trained on how to handle that.
You didn't approach with much subtlety, but the guy jumped, clearly annoyed at being followed by what he perceived to be a pushy salesgirl.
"Ch." he scoffed "Didn't you hear me the first time? Fuck off"
You weren't sure what he meant by that.
"Did you have any questions?" you asked, trying your best to be polite.
"I said! Blow me! Little twit..." he flicked you off again trying to scoot away.
Oh he definitely wanted it then.
"Yes sir!" you said approaching, you knelt down in front of him smiling.
He stared at you stunned. Your tail flicked around patiently. He seemed... maybe confused on the quality of your tail accessory, then at your sudden promised 'happy ending'.
"Wha-..." he glanced around, not hearing anyone else in the shop, no cameras either. "For real...?"
He seemed uncertain. As wondering if he was being pranked.
"Are you a slut or something? It's 9 am"
You closed your eyes waiting.
"I'm here to serve you sir." you bowed, then sat back up smiling.
He made an evil smile.
"Well... alright then..." the guy began unbuckling and unzipping, trying to usher you into the cover of costumes just in case you got caught.
Your mouth salivated, happy you could finally serve him. An unintentional side effect, your little sissy penis throbbed. You hadn't taken a look yet, but it was wrapped up in new underwear. Black with crisscrossed ribbons holding your member firmly in place, tied off with a cute little bow. You pushed those thoughts down, this was for the customer's pleasure not yours.