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Days 1-3
[TFs: MtF, FtM]

End of previous day:
“Good. Now use the other door in the changing room to exit and enter for now. And I'll see you tomorrow.”

Mack exits the door in the changing room that he had never seen before. “Where are all these doors coming from?”

As he relaxes in the car on his way home, he realizes how tired and sore he is. His face hurts from smiling so much, his arms from so much carrying, and his feet from so much standing.

Soon enough, he is home and all he wants to do is sleep. But as the front door opens, he hears his mother calling, “Mack? You are home late. Did you get a job?”

He smiles a small smile trying not to strain his sore cheek muscles, “Yes, I did.” He shows her the check as she enters the room.

She turns and cries to another room, “Honey, come here! Our son has a job.”

“Well, I'll be,” comes his father's voice from the other room. Grunts and creaks of straining furniture follow. With shuffling feet, the man joins the rest of his family and scoops them up in a huge group hug. “Congratulations, Son. So, where are you gainfully employed?”

“The Maid to Order Cafe across town.” He almost misses the look passing back and forth between his parents. Seeing their faces darken, he blurts out, “I'm just a janitor there.”

Strained smiles return to their faces. “Honey,” his mom pleads, “I've heard all sorts of stories about that place, and none of them are good.”

“Yes,” agrees his dad, “I don't want you working there.”

Nervous that he might lose his only job and one that he doesn't mind, he utters, “But, Dad, if I'm going quit the job, shouldn't I already have another one lined up? You taught me that.” He's making his way toward convincing them, but they're not there yet. “Besides, you saw how long it took me to get this one. Please give me a chance to find other work.”

That does it, sort of. They turn and mutter between themselves. Their tones seem to imply a favorable decision for him. Turning back, they announce their answer, “Okay, you may continue working there as long as you seek employment elsewhere. The moment you find it, you leave that cafe, understand?”

Mack nods his head. “May I go to bed now? I'm exhausted and have to get ready for tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes, Dear. Go to sleep. And congratulations on getting a job.” But the words ring hollow.

Mack flops on his bed and falls into a deep, dreamless sleep, only interrupted by his alarm the next morning.

Day 1:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Mack fumbles and turns the alarm off. Groggy, he slides out of bed and starts his morning routine. The hot water in the shower pounds away at his sore muscles causing them to relax. Soon he is ready and makes himself a simple breakfast.

It's at this moment as he is stuffing food in his mouth that he remembers. He has a job now. No more looking in the paper for work. Not only that but it is an enjoyable job. Well, at least it's not as bad as his other jobs.

Energy bubbles and surges in him. He heads out the door, but not before his mom stops him, “Mack? Where are you going? You need to look for a job.”

Right. I forgot about that. What can I tell her to get me out of the house? His hand brushes his pocket and he feels the folded paper inside. “I need to get this check into the bank.”

“Very well. Deposit the check and come back.”

“I'll try,” he lies.

Hopping into his car he races away a little too fast and too eager to get away from his mom and her nagging. He really doesn't want to look for another job, yet he doesn't want to get kicked out of his house either. He won't come home today either. By the time the check is deposited, his mom will be away at work.

Still when he reaches the bank, he has the curious feeling that someone is watching him. He looks around for them, but they are nowhere to be seen in the line of customers. Yet the feeling is still there even when he gets back into his car and for a short while after, too.

When he arrives at the Maid to Order Cafe, the feeling is gone. He is through the secret entrance and into the changing room. There, a maid uniform awaits him. He checks it over. “Oh good. She included the choker with it this time.” He puts it on quickly pausing to note that today his hair isn't brown. Instead it is blond and part way down her back.

As she rushes down the hall, Kenzie hears the clap of hands. She darts around the corner into the dining room and lines up with the rest of the girls. A sidelong glance out of her peripheral vision alerts her to everyone having the same hair color.

That is the last she gets to see before the boss speaks, “Welcome back, Kenzie. I'm glad that you are still with us. Do you think you can handle some tables on your own?” Mack nods. “Good. I'll give you 1, 2, and 3, like yesterday. And just in case you need backup, I'll put Rosie right there next to you at 5, 6, and 7. Everyone else –” Kenzie thinks she sees two hands pop up. “Beth? Liz?”

“If it's okay with you,” they say in one voice, “we would like to take the counter again.”

“Everyone else, find your places. I'm opening up the store.”

Black and white blurs race here and there. A ruckus of voices negotiate tables as Kenzie sprints to her tables. Rosie arrives just after she does. Kenzie gets a quick breather as the boss heads for the door, and she spends it looking at Rosie. Her hair is the same golden blond it was before, totally blond with hints of orange or red or something that makes it look the shade of an award statue. “Lucky girl,” she murmurs.

Rosie turns to face her table and in the process face Kenzie. Her heart freezes for a moment wondering if Rosie heard what she said. She continues fixing up her table, and Kenzie releases the breath she didn't realize that she was holding. She follows her co-workers example and adjust her table to look better.

The day speeds up to mach speed with no time to spare. With no one to help her, Kenzie finds herself that much more busy. And after a couple of hours, it slows for a moment like the day before. Kenzie finds that her slow down comes as she takes an old man's order up to the counter. There she sees two identical twins. Her brain stops working.

“I, uh, have, uh, something.” She hands the order to the one with the name tag, Liz. The other one with the name tag, Beth, looks over at her friend, “We get that a lot, right Liz?”

“That's right, Beth.” Liz hangs the order on the spinning circle thing that Kenzie hasn't learned the name of yet.

“Are – Are you two sisters?”

Beth asks, “Would you believe us if we said 'Yes'?”

Kenzie's brain starts grinding up, “Not really, no. What mom would name both of her daughters Elizabeth?”

Liz laughs as she turns back, “Ooooo! She's got your number, Beth.”

“So? Then –?”

“Better get back to your table, Kenzie. Looks like one of your customers needs you.”

She hurries back into the fray, but not before offering a “Excuse me.” to the twins.

Behind her, one of the pair comments, “We got a polite one, there.”

At last, the end of the day comes again, and Kenzie doesn't have another chance to interact with any of the others. Instead of following the rest into the locker room, she heads further down the hall into the office and then her changing room. Headband, dress, socks, and shoes come off. And when the panties come off, nothing happens.

Kenzie bursts back into the office outraged, “What gives? You said I'd change back to normal when I took the last piece of costume off.”

The boss looks her naked body up and down, “Yes, I believe it will work.” Kenzie's fire quenches a bit. “Oh, and you turned out quite nicely.” The boss wiggles her eyebrows and licks her lips. That's when Kenzie realizes that she is in her birthday suit. Quite belated, she covers up her privates and shuffles backwards toward the changing room.

The boss continues, “That's right. That is what I said, and it still holds true. You know what? You are a smart girl. I'll let you figure this out.”

“What?!” Her hands fly from her body making gestures left and right, “I can't go home like this! My family already thinks I should quit and leave this place. If they saw this, they would completely freak out and ban me from this place.”

“I guess you'd better figure out how to change back quick or think up a solution to them not seeing. I've got what I need. See you in the morning, if you make it. And if you decide to stay here, you can sleep in my office.” She finishes her journey to the door to the hall. “If you need it, you can use anything in my office.” The boss exits to the hall and closes the door behind herself.

Kenzie scurries back to the safety of her changing room. With her head in her hands, she moans, “What am I going to do?” And after a moment of no solutions, she goes with Plan A, “I guess I'd better go home.” She works on getting the now uncomfortable boy clothes over her not boy body. “If I keep the shirt loose and don't make any sudden movements, I think I can hide in these clothes except for my long blond hair.”

She remembers the last thing the boss said and scours the room. In a corner near the door, she spots an opened box. Looking in she sees stacks of Maid to Order cafe caps. She scoops one up and does her best to tuck her hair up under it. It's horrible, but it will have to do. Strands peek out from under the edges and stick out every which way.

Then Mack exits through the secret exit. She is almost to the car when a voice calls out, “Kenzie.” She freezes, not looking back, afraid that she is already busted. Mack turns when a gentle hand on her shoulder moves her. It's Rosie.

“Kenzie? What are you doing?”

Unsure what to tell her, she stammers, “Uh, well, um ...”

“Are you wearing that home? You look awful.”

Why would a girl be wearing boy clothes, her mind tries to reason. “Uhh, I, uh, wasn't going home?”

Rosie takes that in stride, “Oh, going somewhere to hang with the guys? In that case, you're going to want to fix your hair. Here, lean forward.” Rosie takes off the hat as Mack does so. Her hair covers her face. Rosie scoops up the hair and places it in the cap and then raises the hat until it comes in contact with Mack's head with a gentle push, it fits on Mack's head with all the hair underneath.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. See you in the morning.” Rosie walks away as Mack slips into the car. Looking back, Rosie is nowhere to be seen.

Upon reaching her house, Mack slips in the back door and slinks to her room. She breathes a sigh of relief until she hears her mom call, “Mack, are you home?”

“Yes,” she calls back.

“Is there a girl in your room?” Mack's eyes go wide and she covers her mouth.

Then she deepens her voice, “No, Mom. I had something in my throat.”

Girl voice. Throat. The choker! Her fingers fumble with the foreign mechanism frantic to get it off. “Honey, I'm coming in there.” The clasp releases and Mack's whole body tingles all at once. The door opens and his mom looks in. “Welcome home, son.”

“Thanks, Mom. I'm wiped out and need to crash. See you in the morning?”

She takes one last look around his room for any foreign bodies. “Yes, Dear. Good night.” She exits, and he turns to his clock and sets it a little later. And he drifts off into a deep sleep.

At the table, he hears footsteps. Turning he sees his dad wiping his sleepy eyes, “Oh Mack. You're up. Can't sleep?”

“I, uhhh, I,” Can't remember why I'm up.

“Doesn't matter. Since you're up, could you --” His dad yawns and finishes the rest in a yawn, “ghet meee ah coughfee?”

“Sure, Dad, no problem.” He exits to the kitchen while thinking, First, write down the order. He grabs a piece of paper from the pad on the fridge. A magnetic pen later and the order is placed. Mack places it on the metal spinner and turns it to the deeper kitchen. A mug of coffee slides to his hand. He scoops it up and takes it out to his dad. He does a deep bow while delivering the beverage.

“Wow. Quick service. How about a full breakfast, too?”

“Sure!”

“Great. I'll have Eggs Over Easy and hash browns and could I have some bacon instead of sausage? Oh! And an english muffin, please.”

Mack scribbles the order down in short hand onto the pad. With another deep bow, he speaks, “I'll get right on it, Sir.” He reenters the kitchen. In the middle of tearing off the order he stops, “What am I doing?”

Mack thinks about it, “I'm taking my dad's order. Why?” He thinks again. “I'm having a dream? I'll head into the dining room and check.”

Popping his head back through the door, he starts to ask, “Would you like something to drink. with. that?”

His dining room is no more. A huge restaurant interior takes its place. “Oh crap.”

Day 2:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Mack pops up in his bed. “What a dream.” Yawning, he continues his morning routine. Upon leaving his room, he starts to get excited and then realizes that he needs 'to look' for work. He grabs a bite to eat, and opens the want ads.

“Maaaaaack,” his mom heralds her approach, “Are you --?” She stops when she sees him and smiles. He keeps up his act until she leaves. Then he leaves behind her.

Mack tries to deposit his check from the previous day, but finds that there is just not enough time to get to the bank and then to work on time. So, he heads to work.

Once Kenzie steps out ready, Mrs.? Miss? McNamara, the boss is waiting. “Kenzie, your day of checking it out finished, and if you are going to work with us, I need you to sign a contract.”

Excited, she looks into her boss's eyes, “Sure! Where do I sign?”

Miss McNamara slides the paper toward her and then slides it back before the maid can pounce on it. Kenzie sees concern fill her boss's face. “What?”

“By signing this paper, you are not only getting a weekly paycheck and a name tag, but you are also signing up for an initiation. All first time maids go through it. This 'trial' is to weed out those who aren't fully committed. Those that endure it, tend to make the best workers. If you sign this now, your initiation starts tomorrow. Are you ready for that?”

Miss McNamara's concern and soft voice give Kenzie pause, “What is the initiation?”

“That's the first secret, unlocking the way to some of the rest.” They both pause for a moment, then she continues, “This is where we lose the last of the boys.”

Kenzie stops to think about it. Am I ready? Can I do whatever it is they want? I don't want to get kicked out of the house. I need this job. I have to do it. Somehow. Decided, she reaches for the paper.

But the boss slides it further away. She signs. “Kenzie, I like you. I don't want you to worry about it. Work a few more days here and I think you'll do just fine. How about a week before you decide about the initiation?”

Kenzie pulls back her arm as well. “Yeah, okay. That works.”

“Good. Now that that's decided, things need to change.” Not sure what this is about, she nods. Gesturing behind her, the boss continues, “That door is expensive to keep going, and I'm tapped out.” Kenzie breathes a sigh of relief. “So, from now on, you'll need to enter and exit the locker room.” Then to drive the point home, “with the rest of the girls.”

A boy in the girl's locker room? “But I'm a guy.”

“Not like that, you're not. Yesterday, we found out that with the choker on, you can retain your form. So, you will need to dress up in your uniform, remove everything but the choker, dress in other clothes, then come to work, and change into your uniform.”

“What?”

“I told you from the beginning that it would be harder for you.”

Still scrambling, “But I don't have any girl clothes that fit this form. How am I going to get clothes?”

“Tomorrow, I'll give you the day off to buy clothes. I'll give you the Cafe charge card. Anything you spend will be docked from your paychecks until you have paid it off.”

“Uh! Uhhh...”

“I suppose you're going to tell me that you don't know how to shop for clothes.” Mack nods. The boss lowers her head while gripping her forehead and temples. “This is why I don't hire boys very often.” Raising her head, she looks into his eyes, “You'd better be worth it.”

Her head drops again, “Fine. I'll let another one of the girls off tomorrow, too.” With that, Kenzie is dismissed.

The rest of the day goes pretty smooth. As Kenzie works, she gives more fan service and doesn't mess up as much as the previous day. The customers don't seem to notice the mistakes. Their attention seems to be elsewhere.

Kenzie notices that Rosie seems to be tense. She isn't sure why. Her ever-present smile doesn't reveal anything. She also notices that she crosses paths with Beth or Liz or both. She's not sure which because she is moving fast.

Once the sign flips, Rosie storms down the hall. Kenzie figures she has a date and has run to the locker room, but as she nears the doorway to the boss's office she hears the golden haired girl's voice, “-- got to be the worst decision you've made --”

Kenzie rounds the corner to see Rosie and the boss arguing. The boss notices her entering and turns her around with her words, “Kenzie, could you go get Wanda? She's in the 'fishbowl' out front.”

Heading back down the hall, Kenzie wonders as the argument heats up again, “Wanda? Fishbowl? Well, I know where 'out front' is.”

She heads down the hall and into the dining room. On the far side of the room is a little girl in a maid uniform. Despite her small stature, she has curves of a late teenager. Her bangs are cut in a straight line and frame her face well. Her two pig tails that reach down to her ear lobes dangle toward the ground as she looks up at Kenzie.

The little girl's sweet brown eyes peer up at Kenzie and then down to the floor. Her angelic tones do nothing to dampen the sarcasm in her voice, “Great. Just great. I've gotta show the newbie how it's done.”

Confused, Kenzie doesn't know what to do. “Hello?”

The little girl puts a hand to her head. The piercing words are gone, “Sorry. It's been a long day, and I want to go home and sleep.” She offers a tiny hand. “I'm Vivi.”

“Kenzie. It's --”

Vivi cuts her off, “Not now. Too tired. Talk later.”

She leads Kenzie out the front door and right to the maid statue. Vivi guides her through the steps to unlatch the upper half while she undoes the bottom. The back half swings free and a maid slumps out. Kenzie catches her.

The sleeping maid mumbles out, “Fieb moar minnuts, mum.”

“She's good. Carry her to the locker room. She can handle the rest herself.” Kenzie manages to sling the sleeping girl's arm over her shoulder. “It works better if you just toss her over your shoulder. Anyway, good night.”

Vivi heads away after putting the empty shell back together, at least the bottom part. Kenzie tries to walk alongside the sleeping girl, but only manages to drag her. She switches to folding her in half over her shoulder. The feeling of the other girl's breasts pressing into her back is a little unnerving.

With Mack's strength, Kenzie hauls her passenger to her destination and lays her on her back on a bench in the locker room. Exiting the room, she hears the fight still going on.

“Why do you have to waste so much? It's killing this business.” With a huff, Rosie storms out of the office brushing past Kenzie in the process. This elicits a glare from her.

Crap. Were they talking about me? Does Rosie think I'm a waste? Well, Miss -- The Boss did say that guys don't last here long. Downcast, Kenzie enters the office.

“I'm sorry you heard that. I tried to save you that by having you do a cleanup task -- What's wrong?”

Kenzie fidgets, “Am I a waste?”

“Oh no no. Dear, you are doing fine. That is why I'm sending you with my card before you have even signed a contract. Speaking of which,” The Boss whips out a card and hands it to her.

Kenzie tries to slide it into a pocket, but her dress doesn't have pockets. Her hands flap around looking for a place to put it.

“I hate to give you more to juggle, but ...” She dumps all of Mack's clothes into her floundering arms, stilling them. “And there's one more thing.” The Boss hesitates here. “Your time of swapping starts now. I was hoping to get you out of the door tonight, but it's gone.”

“What?” Kenzie looks to where the door was. It is no longer there.

“I'll smuggle you out the front door, but it's up to you on the rest.” Once they exit the building, the boss pops up with one more thing, “Oh yeah, you'll be meeting Sanja here tomorrow. She'll help you shop.” In a whisper even though no one is around, “I haven't told her your secret so come as Kenzie.”

Mack gets into his car in the backseat. After much squirming and shuffling and shimmying the girl clothes come off and the boy clothes go back on. Very disheveled, he drives home vowing not to do that again.

Mack scoops up the bundle of clothes and takes a step toward the house. His mind flashes and he stops. Looking down, he realizes he is holding a dress, a pretty sexy dress. Uh. No. That would be pretty hard to explain. He stows them in the trunk instead.

“Shoot. I forgot to clean out my trunk. I still have all the clothes I packed for leaving home.” He buries his maid clothes just below the surface, just in case. Then he shuffles into the house.

His mom lets him go by, unhindered, smiling all the while.

Mack ties off the straps tightening his black maid dress around her torso. Looking up, he is at the restaurant again. And it's full. And Mack is the only maid server. “Oh boy.”

At first, the orders are easy and the customers are friendly. A breeze blows by his legs telling him that the dress is shrinking to a skirt. Doing his best not to be distracted by this, he forges on.

These customers have been waiting longer and aren't as simple or nice. Running to the counter with the orders and back with the food and drink is tiring. That's okay. I can do this and show them I'm not a waste.

As he bows at a table delivering the order, the white blouse shrinks revealing more of his fleshy orbs and the lack of bra underneath. With one hand he tugs up the single-minded cloth. This slows down his service as he only has one arm to carry with.

Some from the first group have left and more have taken their place. Continuing across the room, the customers start getting up and leaving. Those that stay are angry and swear at him. He tries to work as hard as he can, and he manages to get ahead of the crowds.

Then his shoes shrink and curl his toes. This hobbles him as walking becomes more challenging. When that doesn't slow him down, the black cloth over his blouse tightens. At the same time, it cups his breasts and lifts. This brings them to the border of spilling out of his ever shrinking blouse.

Just when it can't get any worse and his shame is unbearable, a whistle blows and all the customers shuffle out. Mack gets a break to cover his privates much to his shame over his wardrobe malfunction. Just as the last customer leaves,

Day 3:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Mack starts awake. All of his muscles hurt. He is still covering his privates as if he was still female and in the middle of that dream. “What is up with these dreams?”

Then his mind turns to the events of the day. “What am I going to do?” He thinks about it. I don't have to go to work. I guess I can do what I need to do after Mom leaves. “Later it is, then.”

He starts his ritual fake scanning of the ads. “Find anything good today?”

“No. Nothing new has shown up. I've already applied or got fired from all these.” She gives him a frown. “But maybe there is one buried deeper that I didn't notice.”

She runs a hand through his hair as she leaves, “Do your best, Honey. I'm sure you'll find something.”

“Right.” With talk like that, he waits five extra minutes before springing into action.

Uniform uncovered and retrieved, he switches into Kenzie in the bathroom. Not having other female clothes she heads to work in her maid outfit. She scans the building as she parks.

Only one person doesn't enter the building. She has bright red lipstick. That's all Kenzie can see from glare that is blinding her. All that glitters is this girl. She must be the one I'm supposed to meet.

As she gets closer to the shining, she is able to make out more details. The cap is bejeweled surrounding the mirror pieces that combine to spell 'Princess'. Glittery bangles adorn her arms. Her clothes are as reflective as her hat. Even her shoes add some light.

“Uhhh? Hello?”

The glare shifts and a hand rises toward Kenzie. “Chu must be dee one. I can tell from dee way chu dress.”

“The way I dress? But this is the only outfit I have,” Mack cringes realizes she said too much. “I mean...”

“Chu don't have to explain a ding. Mistress told me chu had to move quickly and dis is chore only outfit. And dee other is in dee wash. No problem. I gotchu. Let's go getchu some clothes.”

The hand shifts to a shake position, “Name's Sanja.”

Kenzie takes it, “Nice to meet you, Tanya.”

“No. SAN-ja. S-ah-n like dee s-ah-nd on dee beach. And J-ah like Jamaica. Dere ain't no Tanya here.”

“Sorry. My mistake, I thought I heard --” Kenzie realizes she's digging herself in deeper. “Where to first, Sanja?”

“Well, first, we need to get rid of dat twitchy hand and hide dat card. Donchu have a purse? No, don't tell me. Chu don't have one. No problem. Just use what chore momma gave chu.” Sanja gestures to her cleavage.

WHAT?!? Kenzie tries to remain calm at the suggestion. With effort, she manages to get it below her blouse and between her breasts. It's awkward at best.

“Dere. Now chu can use chore hands for whatever chu need.” She nods at Kenzie. “Now dat dats taken care of, let's go shopping.”

Sanja starts walking. Kenzie, a few steps behind, asks, “You know what you're doing, right?”

“Are chu kidding me? Didn't dey tell chu about me? Dey all call me dee 'Fahshionistah.” She looks over her shoulder to give her a wink, “Chore in good hands, girl.”

Now that the blinding solar beam is in front of her, Kenzie can't help but admire the lady's tan and the sway of her body, sinuous and always moving like a belly dancer.

After about a block, Kenzie speeds up to ask, “Where are we going? And why are we walking?”

The spotlight that is Sanja's head turns to face her, “Giiiirl, chu already complaining? Chu need some endurance. How do chu even last dee day?” With a little chuckle, she adds, “We're going anuder couple of blocks. Some of dee best shops are dere.”

Kenzie drops back and walks in silence for a while. Then a thought occurs to her, “Uhhhh, Sanja? Will I beeee aaaaaaaas ... sparkly as you?”

The ray of sun turns toward Kenzie and studies her. “Hmmmmm ...” She tilts her head giving a little relief as one eye can see something besides a sea of white.

“Uggg. Maybe I should go around you.”

“Yeah, dat might be better.” Rotating around each other, the reflection disappears, but the sun shines in Kenzie's eyes causing her to squint. “I'm dinking not. Because not everyone can be as amazing as me, buuuut I'm not sure yet.”

They continue walking in silence. Before long, they enter a store.

“No, dat's not chu. Try dis one.” Sanja hands Kenzie another bra, this one with sparkles.

“Why is this taking so long? You found my size right away. These all fit. What's the hold up?” Kenzie closes the door to the changing room and starts the process of switching.

“Yes, dey all fit, but dey aren't chu.”

“When you said they call you the Fashionista, I thought you would pick out the clothes for me.”

“I am picking out dee cloodes for chu.”

“Well, yeah, but this is bra twenty something, and we haven't even started on panties. I thought I'd be on outfit two or three by now.”

“It doesn't work like dat. Once I see it on chu, then I know if it works or not. Trust me, chu'll look fabulous when I'm done. But first, we need to see what your body wants, what it needs.”

Kenzie comes out. Shiny is not her thing. Thirty minutes later, as a Hail Mary, they find a floral print that's right. The rest of the outfit comes together quick. In fact, with more parts to mix and match, the whole shopping trip finishes before work does. She has to admit. Kenzie really likes what Sanja picked out. It suits her tastes and makes her look amazing.

Kenzie walks back in one of her outfits and a pair of flats. To continue her training, Sanja has her carry her clothes back. “Dis is to build up chore carrying plates muscles.”

Popping in, Kenzie sees everyone swirling about serving their various tables. What's most surprising is that the boss is there delivering food. Miss McNamara is pretty amazing, but if she needs to serve when something happens, she needs to work on staffing.

Kenzie heads toward her boss. Having used her breasts to store and remove the card, like swiping a credit card, she reaches there before realizing she has a kitchen sink purse over one shoulder. She grabs and returns the loaned item along with the receipt.

“Thanks,” the boss acknowledges before she stuffs the piece of plastic between her breasts and hurries off. Kenzie shivers a little in disgust.

A little black and white blur streaks in front of Kenzie. When it stops at the counter, she sees it's a little girl. She hands her tag to the one standing there and does a tiny curtsy. That's the one who helped me with the one in the statue one last night. She's adorable. Kenzie focuses on the bundle of energy as she passes again. Vivi. I gotta remember that.

Then her mind shifts to the next issue, changing back. She mulls this over as she heads back to her car. I can't use the locker room because that is for girls only. The boss said that it was for changing in and out of my uniform. Switching to Mack wouldn't work.

While stuffing her new clothes in the trunk, she feels a folded paycheck in the back pocket of Mack's pants. The bank. That might work.

After jamming her boy clothes in the purse that she is now thankful that it is so big, she heads inside the bank and straight to the bathroom. The watchful eyes of the clerks follow her. Oh right. Kenzie doesn't have an account here.

Mack changes clothes and starts to walk out with a purse full of clothes when he realizes that guys don't carry purses. Well, this won't work for a changing area, unless Kenzie opens an account. Behind him is a small window, just large enough to smoosh a purse through.

Mack deposits his check and rushes out to find the purse intact. “Definitely not good place to change.”

While heading back home, he notices that it's about time for the cafe to close, so he swings by there. Sure enough, the statue girl is getting freed by Vivi and either Beth or Liz, Mack isn't sure which.

From around the back of the cafe, a plump woman is at an almost sprint hauling a gym bag. Mack beats her to the light which turns red. She bursts past him huffing and puffing and then disappears into a building. Mack looks at it to find it's a gym. “That might work. I'll check into it tomorrow.”

He looks back to find that the light switching from green to yellow. After that, he has no issue on his way home.

Can't! Breathe! Mack sits up in bed and swipes at whatever is on his face. Black cloth flips away. That's when he notices the white silky tubes on his arms. Socks are covering his hands to his shoulders. He claws at them, but gets no purchase. He struggles all the more to get them off.

His arms press against his chest as the dress he slapped away slides itself back into place on his body. Shifting and shimmying his arms, he doesn't notice until it's too late the white apron tying itself around him locking his arms into place.

He opens his mouth to yell for help. His headband jams itself in his mouth gagging him. Move. I've got to find someone to help me. He swings his legs off the bed and stands. He tries to take a step forward and finds his feet don't move. The straps on the shoes have tangled themselves before latching into their buckles. Mack's stuck. Not wanting to fall, he struggles and twists and tries to free his arms or kick off his shoes.

No luck.

Description
Days 1-3
[TFs: MtF, FtM]

End of previous day:
“Good. Now use the other door in the changing room to exit and enter for now. And I'll see you tomorrow.”

Mack exits the door in the changing room that he had never seen before. “Where are all these doors coming from?”

As he relaxes in the car on his way home, he realizes how tired and sore he is. His face hurts from smiling so much, his arms from so much carrying, and his feet from so much standing.

Soon enough, he is home and all he wants to do is sleep. But as the front door opens, he hears his mother calling, “Mack? You are home late. Did you get a job?”

He smiles a small smile trying not to strain his sore cheek muscles, “Yes, I did.” He shows her the check as she enters the room.

She turns and cries to another room, “Honey, come here! Our son has a job.”

“Well, I'll be,” comes his father's voice from the other room. Grunts and creaks of straining furniture follow. With shuffling feet, the man joins the rest of his family and scoops them up in a huge group hug. “Congratulations, Son. So, where are you gainfully employed?”

“The Maid to Order Cafe across town.” He almost misses the look passing back and forth between his parents. Seeing their faces darken, he blurts out, “I'm just a janitor there.”

Strained smiles return to their faces. “Honey,” his mom pleads, “I've heard all sorts of stories about that place, and none of them are good.”

“Yes,” agrees his dad, “I don't want you working there.”

Nervous that he might lose his only job and one that he doesn't mind, he utters, “But, Dad, if I'm going quit the job, shouldn't I already have another one lined up? You taught me that.” He's making his way toward convincing them, but they're not there yet. “Besides, you saw how long it took me to get this one. Please give me a chance to find other work.”

That does it, sort of. They turn and mutter between themselves. Their tones seem to imply a favorable decision for him. Turning back, they announce their answer, “Okay, you may continue working there as long as you seek employment elsewhere. The moment you find it, you leave that cafe, understand?”

Mack nods his head. “May I go to bed now? I'm exhausted and have to get ready for tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes, Dear. Go to sleep. And congratulations on getting a job.” But the words ring hollow.

Mack flops on his bed and falls into a deep, dreamless sleep, only interrupted by his alarm the next morning.

Day 1:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Mack fumbles and turns the alarm off. Groggy, he slides out of bed and starts his morning routine. The hot water in the shower pounds away at his sore muscles causing them to relax. Soon he is ready and makes himself a simple breakfast.

It's at this moment as he is stuffing food in his mouth that he remembers. He has a job now. No more looking in the paper for work. Not only that but it is an enjoyable job. Well, at least it's not as bad as his other jobs.

Energy bubbles and surges in him. He heads out the door, but not before his mom stops him, “Mack? Where are you going? You need to look for a job.”

Right. I forgot about that. What can I tell her to get me out of the house? His hand brushes his pocket and he feels the folded paper inside. “I need to get this check into the bank.”

“Very well. Deposit the check and come back.”

“I'll try,” he lies.

Hopping into his car he races away a little too fast and too eager to get away from his mom and her nagging. He really doesn't want to look for another job, yet he doesn't want to get kicked out of his house either. He won't come home today either. By the time the check is deposited, his mom will be away at work.

Still when he reaches the bank, he has the curious feeling that someone is watching him. He looks around for them, but they are nowhere to be seen in the line of customers. Yet the feeling is still there even when he gets back into his car and for a short while after, too.

When he arrives at the Maid to Order Cafe, the feeling is gone. He is through the secret entrance and into the changing room. There, a maid uniform awaits him. He checks it over. “Oh good. She included the choker with it this time.” He puts it on quickly pausing to note that today his hair isn't brown. Instead it is blond and part way down her back.

As she rushes down the hall, Kenzie hears the clap of hands. She darts around the corner into the dining room and lines up with the rest of the girls. A sidelong glance out of her peripheral vision alerts her to everyone having the same hair color.

That is the last she gets to see before the boss speaks, “Welcome back, Kenzie. I'm glad that you are still with us. Do you think you can handle some tables on your own?” Mack nods. “Good. I'll give you 1, 2, and 3, like yesterday. And just in case you need backup, I'll put Rosie right there next to you at 5, 6, and 7. Everyone else –” Kenzie thinks she sees two hands pop up. “Beth? Liz?”

“If it's okay with you,” they say in one voice, “we would like to take the counter again.”

“Everyone else, find your places. I'm opening up the store.”

Black and white blurs race here and there. A ruckus of voices negotiate tables as Kenzie sprints to her tables. Rosie arrives just after she does. Kenzie gets a quick breather as the boss heads for the door, and she spends it looking at Rosie. Her hair is the same golden blond it was before, totally blond with hints of orange or red or something that makes it look the shade of an award statue. “Lucky girl,” she murmurs.

Rosie turns to face her table and in the process face Kenzie. Her heart freezes for a moment wondering if Rosie heard what she said. She continues fixing up her table, and Kenzie releases the breath she didn't realize that she was holding. She follows her co-workers example and adjust her table to look better.

The day speeds up to mach speed with no time to spare. With no one to help her, Kenzie finds herself that much more busy. And after a couple of hours, it slows for a moment like the day before. Kenzie finds that her slow down comes as she takes an old man's order up to the counter. There she sees two identical twins. Her brain stops working.

“I, uh, have, uh, something.” She hands the order to the one with the name tag, Liz. The other one with the name tag, Beth, looks over at her friend, “We get that a lot, right Liz?”

“That's right, Beth.” Liz hangs the order on the spinning circle thing that Kenzie hasn't learned the name of yet.

“Are – Are you two sisters?”

Beth asks, “Would you believe us if we said 'Yes'?”

Kenzie's brain starts grinding up, “Not really, no. What mom would name both of her daughters Elizabeth?”

Liz laughs as she turns back, “Ooooo! She's got your number, Beth.”

“So? Then –?”

“Better get back to your table, Kenzie. Looks like one of your customers needs you.”

She hurries back into the fray, but not before offering a “Excuse me.” to the twins.

Behind her, one of the pair comments, “We got a polite one, there.”

At last, the end of the day comes again, and Kenzie doesn't have another chance to interact with any of the others. Instead of following the rest into the locker room, she heads further down the hall into the office and then her changing room. Headband, dress, socks, and shoes come off. And when the panties come off, nothing happens.

Kenzie bursts back into the office outraged, “What gives? You said I'd change back to normal when I took the last piece of costume off.”

The boss looks her naked body up and down, “Yes, I believe it will work.” Kenzie's fire quenches a bit. “Oh, and you turned out quite nicely.” The boss wiggles her eyebrows and licks her lips. That's when Kenzie realizes that she is in her birthday suit. Quite belated, she covers up her privates and shuffles backwards toward the changing room.

The boss continues, “That's right. That is what I said, and it still holds true. You know what? You are a smart girl. I'll let you figure this out.”

“What?!” Her hands fly from her body making gestures left and right, “I can't go home like this! My family already thinks I should quit and leave this place. If they saw this, they would completely freak out and ban me from this place.”

“I guess you'd better figure out how to change back quick or think up a solution to them not seeing. I've got what I need. See you in the morning, if you make it. And if you decide to stay here, you can sleep in my office.” She finishes her journey to the door to the hall. “If you need it, you can use anything in my office.” The boss exits to the hall and closes the door behind herself.

Kenzie scurries back to the safety of her changing room. With her head in her hands, she moans, “What am I going to do?” And after a moment of no solutions, she goes with Plan A, “I guess I'd better go home.” She works on getting the now uncomfortable boy clothes over her not boy body. “If I keep the shirt loose and don't make any sudden movements, I think I can hide in these clothes except for my long blond hair.”

She remembers the last thing the boss said and scours the room. In a corner near the door, she spots an opened box. Looking in she sees stacks of Maid to Order cafe caps. She scoops one up and does her best to tuck her hair up under it. It's horrible, but it will have to do. Strands peek out from under the edges and stick out every which way.

Then Mack exits through the secret exit. She is almost to the car when a voice calls out, “Kenzie.” She freezes, not looking back, afraid that she is already busted. Mack turns when a gentle hand on her shoulder moves her. It's Rosie.

“Kenzie? What are you doing?”

Unsure what to tell her, she stammers, “Uh, well, um ...”

“Are you wearing that home? You look awful.”

Why would a girl be wearing boy clothes, her mind tries to reason. “Uhh, I, uh, wasn't going home?”

Rosie takes that in stride, “Oh, going somewhere to hang with the guys? In that case, you're going to want to fix your hair. Here, lean forward.” Rosie takes off the hat as Mack does so. Her hair covers her face. Rosie scoops up the hair and places it in the cap and then raises the hat until it comes in contact with Mack's head with a gentle push, it fits on Mack's head with all the hair underneath.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. See you in the morning.” Rosie walks away as Mack slips into the car. Looking back, Rosie is nowhere to be seen.

Upon reaching her house, Mack slips in the back door and slinks to her room. She breathes a sigh of relief until she hears her mom call, “Mack, are you home?”

“Yes,” she calls back.

“Is there a girl in your room?” Mack's eyes go wide and she covers her mouth.

Then she deepens her voice, “No, Mom. I had something in my throat.”

Girl voice. Throat. The choker! Her fingers fumble with the foreign mechanism frantic to get it off. “Honey, I'm coming in there.” The clasp releases and Mack's whole body tingles all at once. The door opens and his mom looks in. “Welcome home, son.”

“Thanks, Mom. I'm wiped out and need to crash. See you in the morning?”

She takes one last look around his room for any foreign bodies. “Yes, Dear. Good night.” She exits, and he turns to his clock and sets it a little later. And he drifts off into a deep sleep.

At the table, he hears footsteps. Turning he sees his dad wiping his sleepy eyes, “Oh Mack. You're up. Can't sleep?”

“I, uhhh, I,” Can't remember why I'm up.

“Doesn't matter. Since you're up, could you --” His dad yawns and finishes the rest in a yawn, “ghet meee ah coughfee?”

“Sure, Dad, no problem.” He exits to the kitchen while thinking, First, write down the order. He grabs a piece of paper from the pad on the fridge. A magnetic pen later and the order is placed. Mack places it on the metal spinner and turns it to the deeper kitchen. A mug of coffee slides to his hand. He scoops it up and takes it out to his dad. He does a deep bow while delivering the beverage.

“Wow. Quick service. How about a full breakfast, too?”

“Sure!”

“Great. I'll have Eggs Over Easy and hash browns and could I have some bacon instead of sausage? Oh! And an english muffin, please.”

Mack scribbles the order down in short hand onto the pad. With another deep bow, he speaks, “I'll get right on it, Sir.” He reenters the kitchen. In the middle of tearing off the order he stops, “What am I doing?”

Mack thinks about it, “I'm taking my dad's order. Why?” He thinks again. “I'm having a dream? I'll head into the dining room and check.”

Popping his head back through the door, he starts to ask, “Would you like something to drink. with. that?”

His dining room is no more. A huge restaurant interior takes its place. “Oh crap.”

Day 2:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Mack pops up in his bed. “What a dream.” Yawning, he continues his morning routine. Upon leaving his room, he starts to get excited and then realizes that he needs 'to look' for work. He grabs a bite to eat, and opens the want ads.

“Maaaaaack,” his mom heralds her approach, “Are you --?” She stops when she sees him and smiles. He keeps up his act until she leaves. Then he leaves behind her.

Mack tries to deposit his check from the previous day, but finds that there is just not enough time to get to the bank and then to work on time. So, he heads to work.

Once Kenzie steps out ready, Mrs.? Miss? McNamara, the boss is waiting. “Kenzie, your day of checking it out finished, and if you are going to work with us, I need you to sign a contract.”

Excited, she looks into her boss's eyes, “Sure! Where do I sign?”

Miss McNamara slides the paper toward her and then slides it back before the maid can pounce on it. Kenzie sees concern fill her boss's face. “What?”

“By signing this paper, you are not only getting a weekly paycheck and a name tag, but you are also signing up for an initiation. All first time maids go through it. This 'trial' is to weed out those who aren't fully committed. Those that endure it, tend to make the best workers. If you sign this now, your initiation starts tomorrow. Are you ready for that?”

Miss McNamara's concern and soft voice give Kenzie pause, “What is the initiation?”

“That's the first secret, unlocking the way to some of the rest.” They both pause for a moment, then she continues, “This is where we lose the last of the boys.”

Kenzie stops to think about it. Am I ready? Can I do whatever it is they want? I don't want to get kicked out of the house. I need this job. I have to do it. Somehow. Decided, she reaches for the paper.

But the boss slides it further away. She signs. “Kenzie, I like you. I don't want you to worry about it. Work a few more days here and I think you'll do just fine. How about a week before you decide about the initiation?”

Kenzie pulls back her arm as well. “Yeah, okay. That works.”

“Good. Now that that's decided, things need to change.” Not sure what this is about, she nods. Gesturing behind her, the boss continues, “That door is expensive to keep going, and I'm tapped out.” Kenzie breathes a sigh of relief. “So, from now on, you'll need to enter and exit the locker room.” Then to drive the point home, “with the rest of the girls.”

A boy in the girl's locker room? “But I'm a guy.”

“Not like that, you're not. Yesterday, we found out that with the choker on, you can retain your form. So, you will need to dress up in your uniform, remove everything but the choker, dress in other clothes, then come to work, and change into your uniform.”

“What?”

“I told you from the beginning that it would be harder for you.”

Still scrambling, “But I don't have any girl clothes that fit this form. How am I going to get clothes?”

“Tomorrow, I'll give you the day off to buy clothes. I'll give you the Cafe charge card. Anything you spend will be docked from your paychecks until you have paid it off.”

“Uh! Uhhh...”

“I suppose you're going to tell me that you don't know how to shop for clothes.” Mack nods. The boss lowers her head while gripping her forehead and temples. “This is why I don't hire boys very often.” Raising her head, she looks into his eyes, “You'd better be worth it.”

Her head drops again, “Fine. I'll let another one of the girls off tomorrow, too.” With that, Kenzie is dismissed.

The rest of the day goes pretty smooth. As Kenzie works, she gives more fan service and doesn't mess up as much as the previous day. The customers don't seem to notice the mistakes. Their attention seems to be elsewhere.

Kenzie notices that Rosie seems to be tense. She isn't sure why. Her ever-present smile doesn't reveal anything. She also notices that she crosses paths with Beth or Liz or both. She's not sure which because she is moving fast.

Once the sign flips, Rosie storms down the hall. Kenzie figures she has a date and has run to the locker room, but as she nears the doorway to the boss's office she hears the golden haired girl's voice, “-- got to be the worst decision you've made --”

Kenzie rounds the corner to see Rosie and the boss arguing. The boss notices her entering and turns her around with her words, “Kenzie, could you go get Wanda? She's in the 'fishbowl' out front.”

Heading back down the hall, Kenzie wonders as the argument heats up again, “Wanda? Fishbowl? Well, I know where 'out front' is.”

She heads down the hall and into the dining room. On the far side of the room is a little girl in a maid uniform. Despite her small stature, she has curves of a late teenager. Her bangs are cut in a straight line and frame her face well. Her two pig tails that reach down to her ear lobes dangle toward the ground as she looks up at Kenzie.

The little girl's sweet brown eyes peer up at Kenzie and then down to the floor. Her angelic tones do nothing to dampen the sarcasm in her voice, “Great. Just great. I've gotta show the newbie how it's done.”

Confused, Kenzie doesn't know what to do. “Hello?”

The little girl puts a hand to her head. The piercing words are gone, “Sorry. It's been a long day, and I want to go home and sleep.” She offers a tiny hand. “I'm Vivi.”

“Kenzie. It's --”

Vivi cuts her off, “Not now. Too tired. Talk later.”

She leads Kenzie out the front door and right to the maid statue. Vivi guides her through the steps to unlatch the upper half while she undoes the bottom. The back half swings free and a maid slumps out. Kenzie catches her.

The sleeping maid mumbles out, “Fieb moar minnuts, mum.”

“She's good. Carry her to the locker room. She can handle the rest herself.” Kenzie manages to sling the sleeping girl's arm over her shoulder. “It works better if you just toss her over your shoulder. Anyway, good night.”

Vivi heads away after putting the empty shell back together, at least the bottom part. Kenzie tries to walk alongside the sleeping girl, but only manages to drag her. She switches to folding her in half over her shoulder. The feeling of the other girl's breasts pressing into her back is a little unnerving.

With Mack's strength, Kenzie hauls her passenger to her destination and lays her on her back on a bench in the locker room. Exiting the room, she hears the fight still going on.

“Why do you have to waste so much? It's killing this business.” With a huff, Rosie storms out of the office brushing past Kenzie in the process. This elicits a glare from her.

Crap. Were they talking about me? Does Rosie think I'm a waste? Well, Miss -- The Boss did say that guys don't last here long. Downcast, Kenzie enters the office.

“I'm sorry you heard that. I tried to save you that by having you do a cleanup task -- What's wrong?”

Kenzie fidgets, “Am I a waste?”

“Oh no no. Dear, you are doing fine. That is why I'm sending you with my card before you have even signed a contract. Speaking of which,” The Boss whips out a card and hands it to her.

Kenzie tries to slide it into a pocket, but her dress doesn't have pockets. Her hands flap around looking for a place to put it.

“I hate to give you more to juggle, but ...” She dumps all of Mack's clothes into her floundering arms, stilling them. “And there's one more thing.” The Boss hesitates here. “Your time of swapping starts now. I was hoping to get you out of the door tonight, but it's gone.”

“What?” Kenzie looks to where the door was. It is no longer there.

“I'll smuggle you out the front door, but it's up to you on the rest.” Once they exit the building, the boss pops up with one more thing, “Oh yeah, you'll be meeting Sanja here tomorrow. She'll help you shop.” In a whisper even though no one is around, “I haven't told her your secret so come as Kenzie.”

Mack gets into his car in the backseat. After much squirming and shuffling and shimmying the girl clothes come off and the boy clothes go back on. Very disheveled, he drives home vowing not to do that again.

Mack scoops up the bundle of clothes and takes a step toward the house. His mind flashes and he stops. Looking down, he realizes he is holding a dress, a pretty sexy dress. Uh. No. That would be pretty hard to explain. He stows them in the trunk instead.

“Shoot. I forgot to clean out my trunk. I still have all the clothes I packed for leaving home.” He buries his maid clothes just below the surface, just in case. Then he shuffles into the house.

His mom lets him go by, unhindered, smiling all the while.

Mack ties off the straps tightening his black maid dress around her torso. Looking up, he is at the restaurant again. And it's full. And Mack is the only maid server. “Oh boy.”

At first, the orders are easy and the customers are friendly. A breeze blows by his legs telling him that the dress is shrinking to a skirt. Doing his best not to be distracted by this, he forges on.

These customers have been waiting longer and aren't as simple or nice. Running to the counter with the orders and back with the food and drink is tiring. That's okay. I can do this and show them I'm not a waste.

As he bows at a table delivering the order, the white blouse shrinks revealing more of his fleshy orbs and the lack of bra underneath. With one hand he tugs up the single-minded cloth. This slows down his service as he only has one arm to carry with.

Some from the first group have left and more have taken their place. Continuing across the room, the customers start getting up and leaving. Those that stay are angry and swear at him. He tries to work as hard as he can, and he manages to get ahead of the crowds.

Then his shoes shrink and curl his toes. This hobbles him as walking becomes more challenging. When that doesn't slow him down, the black cloth over his blouse tightens. At the same time, it cups his breasts and lifts. This brings them to the border of spilling out of his ever shrinking blouse.

Just when it can't get any worse and his shame is unbearable, a whistle blows and all the customers shuffle out. Mack gets a break to cover his privates much to his shame over his wardrobe malfunction. Just as the last customer leaves,

Day 3:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Mack starts awake. All of his muscles hurt. He is still covering his privates as if he was still female and in the middle of that dream. “What is up with these dreams?”

Then his mind turns to the events of the day. “What am I going to do?” He thinks about it. I don't have to go to work. I guess I can do what I need to do after Mom leaves. “Later it is, then.”

He starts his ritual fake scanning of the ads. “Find anything good today?”

“No. Nothing new has shown up. I've already applied or got fired from all these.” She gives him a frown. “But maybe there is one buried deeper that I didn't notice.”

She runs a hand through his hair as she leaves, “Do your best, Honey. I'm sure you'll find something.”

“Right.” With talk like that, he waits five extra minutes before springing into action.

Uniform uncovered and retrieved, he switches into Kenzie in the bathroom. Not having other female clothes she heads to work in her maid outfit. She scans the building as she parks.

Only one person doesn't enter the building. She has bright red lipstick. That's all Kenzie can see from glare that is blinding her. All that glitters is this girl. She must be the one I'm supposed to meet.

As she gets closer to the shining, she is able to make out more details. The cap is bejeweled surrounding the mirror pieces that combine to spell 'Princess'. Glittery bangles adorn her arms. Her clothes are as reflective as her hat. Even her shoes add some light.

“Uhhh? Hello?”

The glare shifts and a hand rises toward Kenzie. “Chu must be dee one. I can tell from dee way chu dress.”

“The way I dress? But this is the only outfit I have,” Mack cringes realizes she said too much. “I mean...”

“Chu don't have to explain a ding. Mistress told me chu had to move quickly and dis is chore only outfit. And dee other is in dee wash. No problem. I gotchu. Let's go getchu some clothes.”

The hand shifts to a shake position, “Name's Sanja.”

Kenzie takes it, “Nice to meet you, Tanya.”

“No. SAN-ja. S-ah-n like dee s-ah-nd on dee beach. And J-ah like Jamaica. Dere ain't no Tanya here.”

“Sorry. My mistake, I thought I heard --” Kenzie realizes she's digging herself in deeper. “Where to first, Sanja?”

“Well, first, we need to get rid of dat twitchy hand and hide dat card. Donchu have a purse? No, don't tell me. Chu don't have one. No problem. Just use what chore momma gave chu.” Sanja gestures to her cleavage.

WHAT?!? Kenzie tries to remain calm at the suggestion. With effort, she manages to get it below her blouse and between her breasts. It's awkward at best.

“Dere. Now chu can use chore hands for whatever chu need.” She nods at Kenzie. “Now dat dats taken care of, let's go shopping.”

Sanja starts walking. Kenzie, a few steps behind, asks, “You know what you're doing, right?”

“Are chu kidding me? Didn't dey tell chu about me? Dey all call me dee 'Fahshionistah.” She looks over her shoulder to give her a wink, “Chore in good hands, girl.”

Now that the blinding solar beam is in front of her, Kenzie can't help but admire the lady's tan and the sway of her body, sinuous and always moving like a belly dancer.

After about a block, Kenzie speeds up to ask, “Where are we going? And why are we walking?”

The spotlight that is Sanja's head turns to face her, “Giiiirl, chu already complaining? Chu need some endurance. How do chu even last dee day?” With a little chuckle, she adds, “We're going anuder couple of blocks. Some of dee best shops are dere.”

Kenzie drops back and walks in silence for a while. Then a thought occurs to her, “Uhhhh, Sanja? Will I beeee aaaaaaaas ... sparkly as you?”

The ray of sun turns toward Kenzie and studies her. “Hmmmmm ...” She tilts her head giving a little relief as one eye can see something besides a sea of white.

“Uggg. Maybe I should go around you.”

“Yeah, dat might be better.” Rotating around each other, the reflection disappears, but the sun shines in Kenzie's eyes causing her to squint. “I'm dinking not. Because not everyone can be as amazing as me, buuuut I'm not sure yet.”

They continue walking in silence. Before long, they enter a store.

“No, dat's not chu. Try dis one.” Sanja hands Kenzie another bra, this one with sparkles.

“Why is this taking so long? You found my size right away. These all fit. What's the hold up?” Kenzie closes the door to the changing room and starts the process of switching.

“Yes, dey all fit, but dey aren't chu.”

“When you said they call you the Fashionista, I thought you would pick out the clothes for me.”

“I am picking out dee cloodes for chu.”

“Well, yeah, but this is bra twenty something, and we haven't even started on panties. I thought I'd be on outfit two or three by now.”

“It doesn't work like dat. Once I see it on chu, then I know if it works or not. Trust me, chu'll look fabulous when I'm done. But first, we need to see what your body wants, what it needs.”

Kenzie comes out. Shiny is not her thing. Thirty minutes later, as a Hail Mary, they find a floral print that's right. The rest of the outfit comes together quick. In fact, with more parts to mix and match, the whole shopping trip finishes before work does. She has to admit. Kenzie really likes what Sanja picked out. It suits her tastes and makes her look amazing.

Kenzie walks back in one of her outfits and a pair of flats. To continue her training, Sanja has her carry her clothes back. “Dis is to build up chore carrying plates muscles.”

Popping in, Kenzie sees everyone swirling about serving their various tables. What's most surprising is that the boss is there delivering food. Miss McNamara is pretty amazing, but if she needs to serve when something happens, she needs to work on staffing.

Kenzie heads toward her boss. Having used her breasts to store and remove the card, like swiping a credit card, she reaches there before realizing she has a kitchen sink purse over one shoulder. She grabs and returns the loaned item along with the receipt.

“Thanks,” the boss acknowledges before she stuffs the piece of plastic between her breasts and hurries off. Kenzie shivers a little in disgust.

A little black and white blur streaks in front of Kenzie. When it stops at the counter, she sees it's a little girl. She hands her tag to the one standing there and does a tiny curtsy. That's the one who helped me with the one in the statue one last night. She's adorable. Kenzie focuses on the bundle of energy as she passes again. Vivi. I gotta remember that.

Then her mind shifts to the next issue, changing back. She mulls this over as she heads back to her car. I can't use the locker room because that is for girls only. The boss said that it was for changing in and out of my uniform. Switching to Mack wouldn't work.

While stuffing her new clothes in the trunk, she feels a folded paycheck in the back pocket of Mack's pants. The bank. That might work.

After jamming her boy clothes in the purse that she is now thankful that it is so big, she heads inside the bank and straight to the bathroom. The watchful eyes of the clerks follow her. Oh right. Kenzie doesn't have an account here.

Mack changes clothes and starts to walk out with a purse full of clothes when he realizes that guys don't carry purses. Well, this won't work for a changing area, unless Kenzie opens an account. Behind him is a small window, just large enough to smoosh a purse through.

Mack deposits his check and rushes out to find the purse intact. “Definitely not good place to change.”

While heading back home, he notices that it's about time for the cafe to close, so he swings by there. Sure enough, the statue girl is getting freed by Vivi and either Beth or Liz, Mack isn't sure which.

From around the back of the cafe, a plump woman is at an almost sprint hauling a gym bag. Mack beats her to the light which turns red. She bursts past him huffing and puffing and then disappears into a building. Mack looks at it to find it's a gym. “That might work. I'll check into it tomorrow.”

He looks back to find that the light switching from green to yellow. After that, he has no issue on his way home.

Can't! Breathe! Mack sits up in bed and swipes at whatever is on his face. Black cloth flips away. That's when he notices the white silky tubes on his arms. Socks are covering his hands to his shoulders. He claws at them, but gets no purchase. He struggles all the more to get them off.

His arms press against his chest as the dress he slapped away slides itself back into place on his body. Shifting and shimmying his arms, he doesn't notice until it's too late the white apron tying itself around him locking his arms into place.

He opens his mouth to yell for help. His headband jams itself in his mouth gagging him. Move. I've got to find someone to help me. He swings his legs off the bed and stands. He tries to take a step forward and finds his feet don't move. The straps on the shoes have tangled themselves before latching into their buckles. Mack's stuck. Not wanting to fall, he struggles and twists and tries to free his arms or kick off his shoes.

No luck.