"Okay, first delivery, twenty-three First Street..."

Danielle tapped the addresses into the GPS as she started the engine, wondering if it was a good or a bad thing that she had gotten her driver's license before entering college as she rolled down the windows to try to get as much of the lingering smell of fast food out of the brightly coloured company car as possible. The orange-and-white car's feeble engine sparked to life, and she was soon on her way as a junior Knockers delivery girl, here to bring greasy goodness to the citizens of her hometown. She was soon trundling down the suburban streets at a rate of roughly thirty-minutes-or-it's-free with a stack of boxes of greasy fried food and enough potato chips to bury a man, having made enough deliveries at this point that she no longer constantly worried about getting stuck behind too much traffic to hit that precious thirty minute mark. If anything, it was more of a worry that she'd spend too much time at the door.

"And here we are." Danielle said to herself, letting out her trademark sigh of resignation that most people close to her were very used to by now. Being a typical cynical college student, Danielle enjoyed making her displeasure known, and it rankled her that most of her new co-workers either completely brushed it off or commented that it made her cute. After all, she was not cute! Danielle felt that her body made this quite clear as she climbed out of the car, dressed in the gaudy orange shorts and white sleeveless top that was the Knockers uniform, brushing her long black bangs out of her eyes. Danielle was sure most would agree that she wore it horribly, being a skinny curveless board that the uniform hung limply on, designed for much curvier women even at its smallest size. The Knockers logo was crumpled and difficult to read as her chest failed to push it out in the slightest, and the shorts that were designed for an hourglass figure seemed lifeless without those curves. The cherry on top was that the colour scheme was designed to compliment a deep tan, while her own pale skin looked like it hadn't seen the sun in months.

The whole thing embarrassed her whenever she wore, and she wished that she wasn't forced to wear it. Surely her manager could have taken one look at her and concluded that based on bust alone she was not cut out to wear this uniform! Don't worry, her manager had giggled, you'll fill it out! To which she privately said that she wore a b-cup bra but that didn't mean that she filled it out, and the same to this tacky top. What did you call the opposite of cleavage? That's what she had in this stupid thing. For better or worse, she had definitely soon found out that it wouldn't be an issue at all. She took out her first delivery, making long steps as she stomped towards the door, eager to be in and out as quickly as possible before any pedestrians saw her wearing this stupid thing. Her eyes flickered towards the doorbell as she reached the front door, desperately wishing that she could press it and be done with it, but sadly, it would be a breach of Knockers contract if she did so, and she did not want to find out first-hand what would happen. And she wasn't talking about the chewing out she'd receive for it, either.

Danielle took a deep breath, telling herself that it got easier after the first time. Three knocks. That was all she was legally required to do as a delivery girl, as stated in her contract. No more, no less. If anything, it meant that they didn't need to see "her" in this ridiculous getup. Danielle straightened up, reached out, and curled her hand into a fist.

One knock. Her pale skin deepened, restored to a healthy glow as any sickly patches were smoothed out, and the remnants of her acne faded away. Her hair lightened from raven to brunette, and her baggy shirt seemed to tighten enough to make the logo easily readable. Her nose straightened, and she felt some of her anxiety lighten as she prepared for her second tap.

Two knocks. Her skin darkened from healthy to lightly tanned, and her skin became perfectly smooth, almost glowing with vitality. Her hair lightened again to a sandy blonde, and her lips became fuller and puffier, while her nose shrank slightly while her cheekbones subtly shifted and her eyelashes thickened, causing her face to become noticeably more beautiful than it had been a moment ago. Her shirt went from properly fitting to quite tight, finally giving some cleavage as she finally had respectable c-cups on the larger side of things, while her hips went from narrow to decently curved, with slender and attractive thighs. Meanwhile, the shorts were starting to get a little tight around the butt, which felt kinda nice. Danielle was starting to get a bit lightheaded at this point, as her reservations about continuing to knock dried up. Why had she disliked this again? It felt pretty nice, and the changes to her body could only be called a plus. Her trademark scowl lightened into the beginnings of a smile as she pulled her hand back. What harm would one more knock do?

Three knocks. Her skin turned into a full on golden tan, and her hair finally lightened into a full on traditional golden blonde. Her lips puffed up yet again, becoming soft and kissable, to which she smacked her lips slightly and pouted, enjoying the pillowy feeling of them. Her chest inflated to a delectable d-cup, pushing out her shirt into a valley of cleavage several inches long, her waist cinching inwards several inches of its own as her hips expanded outwards, giving her a classic hourglass shape, perfectly balanced as her thighs thickened and her shorts became almost skin-tight around her bubble butt. Her brown eyes turned baby blue as there was now a certain glossiness to them, surrounded by thick dark eyelashes and delicate eyebrows that gave a friendly, welcoming aura that contrasted the get-away-from-me field of preferred distance that Danielle usually projected. Perfect for a delivery girl. Her anxiety and self-consciousness had completely evaporated, lost in a cheerful pink fog as all of her worried were completely forgotten. A small giggle escaped her lips as Dani wondered why she made such a big deal out of it and seemingly dreaded starting a night of deliveries. He hadn't even opened the door and already she was having fun!

Her hand uncurled to reveal long varnished nails, one knock short of gaining a layer of pink nail polish, and she stepped back slightly to await the arrival of her treasured customer. The door swung open, revealing a plain-looking man in his mid-twenties, nothing much to look at. Slightly on the chubby side and eating alone unlike most delivery customers, but Dani didn't judge. After all, he was a valued customer, and Knockers's food was so yummy it was worth having alone! Danielle would have begged to differ with a much more scathing appraisal, but Danielle wasn't home right now and would have to wait.

"Hi, I'm Dani, your delivery girl for tonight!" Dani cheerfully uttered, giving him a wide smile with her pillowy lips as she prepared to hand his meal to him. Of course, with those big blue eyes she could easily see that it hadn't taken even a second for his gaze to drop from eye-level directly down to her cleavage, but Dani was far from upset, quite the opposite actually. This was the intended effect, after all. It was what she and the company wanted, although Danielle might have raised a few objections to it. Things like "objectification" and "pandering to the lowest common denominator" didn't have even the slightest possibility of entering Dani's mind, and not just because big words like that didn't come to her easily. Dani knew what she was here for, what he wanted, and what she expected to him.

"Enjoy your Knockers!" She said, thrusting forward with an obvious jiggle as she placed the order in his hands. And now, the good part. She waited patiently as he dug around in his pockets, foisting a wad of green into her hands. Dani's eyes lit up and her smile widened even further at the tip, glancing briefly at the number attached to it. Damn, a twenty! Whether it was intended or if he was too busy staring at her tits to notice what he had fished out, this was the best tip she'd get all night, and with the minimum wage her job otherwise offered, she certainly wasn't complaining!

"We hope to see you again, and be sure to ask for me next time!" She winked, making him aware of the extra option box on the Knockers app that usually went unheeded by first time customers. With any luck, they'd soon meet again, and she'd have more big tips on the way, just like the other girls had promised and she had quickly found out once she started working for them. Danielle generally considered tipping to be an archaic system and a failure of the country she lived in's ability to provide its workers a fair wage, unless it was working out for her like it was right now! Such thoughts were far from Dani's mind anyway, as she gave him a friendly wave goodbye and a good view of her wobbling butt as she made her way back to the car, hearing the door close behind her as she hummed a merry tune and celebrated getting such a good tip on her first try. This job rocked!

Dani continued humming as she climbed back into the car, and although she was elated, she remembered her routine. There was a squishy pink ball dangling form the rear view mirror, impossible to miss as she put her seatbelt over her bouncy chest and prepared for her next delivery. Before she started the engine she reached out and began to squeeze it, feeling the effects immediately course through her as she repeatedly squished the ball. Her nail varnish was the first to go, her hand turning pale as the whiteness spread down her body and then spread, her tan totally fading as her breasts deflated like balloons until the seatbelt was resting flat on her chest. Her lips similarly deflated, and her nose returned to its slightly bigger, slightly crooked status as her eyes turned brown again and the light of intelligence was restored. She felt herself sink downward into her seat as her butt shrank and her hips narrowed, and the strands of blonde hair in her field of view darkened until she was plain old Danielle again.

"This job sucks." Danielle grumbled. God, it was so demeaning turning into a giggly bimbo every time she knocked on the door! She never should have listened to that sorority bimbo who promised that it gave great tips and was perfect for somebody as dead broke as her! Well, she wasn't wrong, it did give great tips, but at what cost? How was she supposed to know that a restaurant for horny guys was actually magical? She certainly didn't see it coming! Sure, she could quit, but... Danielle sighed. It did pay pretty damn well for the hours she was putting it, and it was flexible. As far as minimum wage labour went, she probably couldn't have asked for better, and it was this or frying burgers and putting up with customers, which she was pretty sure would either give her a heart attack or end with her bludgeoning somebody.

She let go of the pink ball, the unassuming object being enchanted to dispel the curse placed on her that would bimbofy her with each knock of a company's door. The other girls sardonically called it a stress ball, a ball that you squeezed to make yourself more stressed, and she had to admit that they weren't wrong. When she was Dani she didn't have a care in the world, which galled her when she became Danielle again. Still, she didn't have to spend all day as a bimbo like the girls who worked at the main restaurant, so she couldn't complain as an employee of the Knockers franchise.

All in all, the whole experience from start to finish had only been about three minutes, so it wasn't like it was a life-changing problem, and on top of that she didn't have to worry about it tarnishing her pessimistic gloomy college-girl image due to the reality-changing magic that made anybody who saw her believe that she had always been this way. At worst she just had to put up with a dumb uniform. The problem was that she had to do it again each time, and she still had... four more deliveries to go before she headed back to pick up more. Four more time she'd go through this routine before she got a brief break, then did it all over again. Danielle sighed, the first of four she would make in her car tonight as she put the car into gear and got moving. She didn't have time to waste moping about it! Technically, she didn't even have to change back between deliveries. The employee handbook recommended changing back after each delivery, but there was nothing stopping her from spending her entire shift as a bubbleheaded bimbo too dumb to see why there would be a problem with being one, but she disliked that idea on principle. Hell, some employees didn't even change back after their shift, which she couldn't believe was legal. It was their choice, her co-workers said, not that she could expect such bimbos to be responsible.

"No use getting mad about it now, girl." She told herself out loud as she waited in traffic. "You're the one who wanted this stupid job in the first place. Just think about all the stuff you can buy with those tips."

Danielle complained now and entertained herself over her trip with thoughts of quitting, but when she looked at her pile of tips at the end of the day, she knew that whatever she said, she had another day ahead of her as a Knockers delivery girl...