Tifa had hardly been working an hour, but she had already heard far more pickup lines and cat calls than she would ever have imagined possible, a part of her mind rebelled against it, the part that she assumed was still male, but as she worked, though she was barely conscious of it, she had started to enjoy the attention, and as she scrubbed the cars, Tifa subtly started to pose more and more seductively, allowing her breasts to slide against the windshield as she washed the top of the cars, her nipples hardening with excitement as she did so.
"Kevin" only realized what she was doing when she caught herself imaging the hands of a particular man touching her, and felt herself grow excited at the idea, causing her to stop and think to herself. "No! No! What am I doing? I'm a guy! Not a girl!" Quietly, though, she looked back to the man, and the thoughts returned, he was tall, perhaps not movie star material, but something about him was.... somehow attractive. As much as Tifa wanted to deny it, she felt herself somehow drawn to the man who approached her, his black canvas duster flowing behind him... something that somehow stuck in her mind, and suddenly she found herself running to a nearby table, and writing the number to her hotel room on a small slip of paper, which she handed to him as her payed her for washing his car. The man only arched a brow, studying her quietly before he smiled, then got into his tuck, and drove off. "kevin, tried fighting again, but his body was female, and had already been long at work converting his mind to that of a female, and Tifa smiled again as she went back to work, posing again in revealing clothes she wore, drawing in even more cars. So far her work had been going well, and she had made enough from tips to pay for another week or so at the hotel.
The clothes complemented her body wonderfully, revealing the contours of her lithe form, but leaving just enough to the imagination to make the men drool, and occasionally Tifa would adjust her breasts for maximum effect, she was enjoying herself, the job kept her close to a field she was passionate about, and it was paying well. As the day began to grow late, she found her mind wandering to her room back home, and her answering machine, which she found herself hoping would have that lovely flashing red "1"...