James had never been happier in his life. He had no idea why that mad scientist did this to him and that group of people. He had no idea the why and the exact how of his head ending up stitched onto such a beautiful woman's body.

And the hell of it was, he didn't care. James had a number of secret things, fantasies of sort: a thing for lingerie, a thing for feeling feminine but still possessing a masculine facial appearance (he wasn't sure at his age if femboy really made sense to use as a term), and a thing for serving and being submissive.

Waitressing at this exclusive gentleman's club (not a strip club, a real, actual gentleman's club) checked all of those boxes for him. The outfits, his new body, having to serve exclusively men, having them see his cute, sexy body... he loved every second of coming to work. Every. Single. One.