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A man and his group of friends neglect to pay their running tab at a seedy local bar for well over a year. Now the bartender is looking to collect, and one way or another, she will make sure that the debt is settled.
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Transcript:
“Come on! You know we’re good for it!” Jason whined to the bartender, as she was denying him and his friends any drinks.
“Oh please. You haven’t paid your tab in over a year and a half, Jason. You and your friends come here every weekend, thinking that just because you have an open tab, that just means that you can pull off free drinks. Well, I’ve got news for you... That’s not how any of this works. Now pay up, then I’ll consider lifting a finger to serve you more drinks.”
Jason and his eight friends would always come to the local bar every Saturday night. At first, it was to blow off some steam, then it became a venture of finding hot and single babes, and finally it fell into drinking away the sorrows of everyday life. “I can’t afford that all at once! I just lost my job!” Jason cried.
The woman thought that over. “So you’re short on money, you clearly owe a lot on your tab, but you don’t even have a job to help you pay it off? Well, that’s no problem, then.”
Jason was visibly confused at how well the bartender was taking the situation, yet he had the boldness to turn to his friends and perform a slight fist pump, as if they were all being let off the hook. “It’s not? That’s great news!”
“Yes, I believe we can work out an agreement. All I ask is that for the next year or so, you and your friends work for me. The wages should pay double what you all owe on the tab, so I’ll even let you keep drinking on weekends without owing an extra cent.”
“Wow!” Called out one of Jason's friends. “That’s pretty sick, dude!” Called out another.
“Alright, alright! You’ve got yourself a deal,” Jason said, as he shook the bartender’s hand. As he did, a cloud of pink smoke erupted from her palm, surrounding the group of boys. Soon, each of them felt weak, as they each began to undergo their own separate transformations. In almost no time at all, each of the 9 men began to feel their skin crawl, as their bodies stretched and pulled, forming new shapes as feminine curves began to form on each of their diminishing frames. Their hair grew lengthier to varying degrees as their quickly feminizing bodies slimmed down, to where not an inch of masculine ruggedness was left on their bodies. To add insult to injury, the final stages of their physical transformations drew to a close, as large, round feminine breasts erupted from each of their chests at the same time as their man-hoods reverted into their feminine counterparts. Now completely female, the new girls watched in horror as their ill-fitting male clothing began to unravel and reshape into brand-new red colored women’s uniforms, each of which only slightly varied in style.
“There. Now you ladies look ready to work!” Said the bartender smugly, speaking over the frightened and frantic chattering of her newest creations.
“Wh-what the hell did you do to us?!” shrieked the woman who was once Jason.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I turned you all into girls. Now before you ask, the reason’s because the jobs I need you to do are too difficult to pull off as a man.”
“What kind of jobs require us to be girls?!”
“The only kind that can pay off this sort of a tab, and then some! You girls are going to become my newest attractions for the drunk men who haul themselves here every night, got it! Until our agreement’s up, each of you work for me, doing whatever I tell you to! Got that?!” Snapped back the bartender, clearly losing her patience, as customers began to flood into the bar. “Now I want each of you girls to pay me back by ‘servicing’ the men that flood in here every night,” she finished.
“E-excuse me?” Jason stuttered.
“None of that now, Jasmine! You and your friends dug your own holes to sink this low. Now it’s time to start digging your way back out. Get to work and start servicing these men already, girls! Oh, and Jasmine, before you take off, here’s a little advice if you want better tips... Work without wearing any panties!” Said the woman, cackling as she dismissed the girls.

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Description
For early access to my captions, stories, and more, check out my Patreon !
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Created as the winning caption from April's story vote!
A man and his group of friends neglect to pay their running tab at a seedy local bar for well over a year. Now the bartender is looking to collect, and one way or another, she will make sure that the debt is settled.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Transcript:
“Come on! You know we’re good for it!” Jason whined to the bartender, as she was denying him and his friends any drinks.
“Oh please. You haven’t paid your tab in over a year and a half, Jason. You and your friends come here every weekend, thinking that just because you have an open tab, that just means that you can pull off free drinks. Well, I’ve got news for you... That’s not how any of this works. Now pay up, then I’ll consider lifting a finger to serve you more drinks.”
Jason and his eight friends would always come to the local bar every Saturday night. At first, it was to blow off some steam, then it became a venture of finding hot and single babes, and finally it fell into drinking away the sorrows of everyday life. “I can’t afford that all at once! I just lost my job!” Jason cried.
The woman thought that over. “So you’re short on money, you clearly owe a lot on your tab, but you don’t even have a job to help you pay it off? Well, that’s no problem, then.”
Jason was visibly confused at how well the bartender was taking the situation, yet he had the boldness to turn to his friends and perform a slight fist pump, as if they were all being let off the hook. “It’s not? That’s great news!”
“Yes, I believe we can work out an agreement. All I ask is that for the next year or so, you and your friends work for me. The wages should pay double what you all owe on the tab, so I’ll even let you keep drinking on weekends without owing an extra cent.”
“Wow!” Called out one of Jason's friends. “That’s pretty sick, dude!” Called out another.
“Alright, alright! You’ve got yourself a deal,” Jason said, as he shook the bartender’s hand. As he did, a cloud of pink smoke erupted from her palm, surrounding the group of boys. Soon, each of them felt weak, as they each began to undergo their own separate transformations. In almost no time at all, each of the 9 men began to feel their skin crawl, as their bodies stretched and pulled, forming new shapes as feminine curves began to form on each of their diminishing frames. Their hair grew lengthier to varying degrees as their quickly feminizing bodies slimmed down, to where not an inch of masculine ruggedness was left on their bodies. To add insult to injury, the final stages of their physical transformations drew to a close, as large, round feminine breasts erupted from each of their chests at the same time as their man-hoods reverted into their feminine counterparts. Now completely female, the new girls watched in horror as their ill-fitting male clothing began to unravel and reshape into brand-new red colored women’s uniforms, each of which only slightly varied in style.
“There. Now you ladies look ready to work!” Said the bartender smugly, speaking over the frightened and frantic chattering of her newest creations.
“Wh-what the hell did you do to us?!” shrieked the woman who was once Jason.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I turned you all into girls. Now before you ask, the reason’s because the jobs I need you to do are too difficult to pull off as a man.”
“What kind of jobs require us to be girls?!”
“The only kind that can pay off this sort of a tab, and then some! You girls are going to become my newest attractions for the drunk men who haul themselves here every night, got it! Until our agreement’s up, each of you work for me, doing whatever I tell you to! Got that?!” Snapped back the bartender, clearly losing her patience, as customers began to flood into the bar. “Now I want each of you girls to pay me back by ‘servicing’ the men that flood in here every night,” she finished.
“E-excuse me?” Jason stuttered.
“None of that now, Jasmine! You and your friends dug your own holes to sink this low. Now it’s time to start digging your way back out. Get to work and start servicing these men already, girls! Oh, and Jasmine, before you take off, here’s a little advice if you want better tips... Work without wearing any panties!” Said the woman, cackling as she dismissed the girls.

Image Credit:
(Click Me!)