Tifa had been wracking his brains trying to think of what job he would be suited for and like in his current
state. If he had still been a guy, then he would have applied at the sporting goods store or tire-and-auto
service center. But as a girl, well, the indoor basketball court demos that the store personnel did would be
out of the question, he could never keep his boobs under control while dribbling the ball. As a mechanic, he
hated to think of pressing breast against an engine block, it would be so hard to lean on the engine and reach
below with the tools. He couldn't even just slide under a car, he'd have to jack it up. And women were
expected to work in beauty salons, or dress shops. He didn't know how to style or cut hair unless someone
wanted a bowl cut, and he didn't know the difference between culottes and Capri pants, and he had no concept
of how to determine whether someone was a winter or summer or whatever. He shook his head, and nearly toppled
over as he forgot to compensate for balancing his body with his new boobs. Still there had to be something.
Tifa was walking by the attached parking garage, and paused to look at the all-female hand wash, car wash. The
car wash had a glassed in wall inside the mall next to the food court, so people could watch the scantily
clad, water-soaked, car wash girls as they washed, scrubbed, waxed, polished and dried the automobiles as they
were pulled through the car wash on a conveyor chain driven track.
There was a help wanted poster in the window next to the door. The logo of the car wash was centered on the
ad, it depicted the silhouette of a woman like that depicted on truck driver's mud flaps. Tifa's nipples
perked up, and Kevin knew this was the job for him. He opened the door, and ripped the sign out of the window
and marched to the front desk.
The perky redhead behind the counter looked up as Tifa shoved the paper in front of her.
"I'm here for the job. When can I start?"
"You have any experience?" she said snapping her gum, "Washing cars?" she added.
"Well, I love cars, and I've washed my share of cars over the years."
Paige laughed, "Okay, well, I think the uniform will look good on you. Here fill out this job application, and
then put on this uniform, and you can start now. We have a line of cars waiting to be washed." She nodded at
the crowd of men lined up against the glass in the waiting area watching the cars being washed.