A week later, Danielle was walking back to her dorm from a lecture when she received a phone call, quickly fishing her phone out of her pocket and then immediately wishing she hadn't, at least not when there were this many people around, as she found out just who was calling. It was Bunny, who had convinced her to let her have her phone number a few days ago, and had since been texting her quite a lot, which Danielle admitted she didn't mind too much. Her texts were borderline illegible sometimes through the shortenings, symbols, and liberal use of emojis, but she was fun to chat with and it helped remind her that her full-time bimbo coworkers did in fact exist outside of their themed restaurant and weren't just a bunch of mysterious pixies with big boobs. Right now however, Danielle really would have preferred that she had just texted her instead.

She never should have let Bunny set her number for her, she decided, particularly since she was marked as "Bunny!!!" in her contacts, and had somehow managed to set her unique ringtone as a Britniana Pierce song while she wasn't looking. Oh great, she even added her selfie, when had she done that? Danielle answered the call as quickly as possible to get rid of the embarrassing caller ID, her head flickering around to see if anybody had noticed.

"H-hey Dani, it's me." Bunny said, her voice sounding hoarse and shaky. "Do you think you could, like, come in today?"

"Bunny, I told you not to call me about work while I'm having classes!" Danielle hissed, covering her mouth and rushing to a secluded place. There was no way she was going to utter certain words in public, that was for sure. "You could have at least texted me first."

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking..." Bunny apologised, and was interrupted by some nasty sounding coughs.

"You okay there, Bun?" Danielle asked, making her concern audible through the call. She already felt guilty about snapping at her, she didn't sound well at all. "Are you alright? You don't sound alright."

"It's just a cold, nothing, like, scary." Bunny sniffled, coughing again. "I think I'll be feeling good again in a few days..."

"Who'd have thought even you guys get sick." Danielle attempted to joke, although she didn't get much of a laugh.

"What's that supposed t' mean? We aren't that kind of magic! Hot girls get sick too, ya know."

"Okay, sorry, maybe that was in poor taste." Danielle admitted. She wasn't very good at the whole comforting thing. "So, what's up? You need me to come over or anything?"

"Are you going in to work today?" Bunny coughed.

"No, this is my day off, and I was hoping to keep it that way, but I don't mind." Danielle replied. "Do you not have the manager's number or something? I can call past if you really need me to explain that you're too sick to work. Mrs. Pryde would probably send me back with chocolates and a get well card."

"No, that's not it." Bunny clarified. "I already called her, and she's like, totally fine with it. Problem is, this is usually a busy day and they're not gonna have enough waitresses 'cause of me, and I feel really really bad over it, but Mrs. Pride said I'm like, an oc-u-pational health hazard and that she'd get mad if I came in, and I was like, that's cool, 'cuz I'm way sick right now anyway and I don't think I could remember the orders 'cause my head's all hot and fuzzy and junk..."

"Yeah, definitely don't get up right now, unless it's to get a drink or use the bathroom or whatever." Danielle advised. "Should I come over? I can come over, you definitely have a fever."

"That's not it!" Bunny complained. "I was really hoping you could, like, be the bestest friend ever and take over my shift for me! Pretty please?"

"What!?" Danielle exclaimed a little louder than she intended. "Bunny, you know I don't do tables! I just can't, okay? Surely there's somebody else you can ask?"

"I already tried, everybody's busy." Bunny said miserably. "You're the only one I've got left!"

"Why not ask Jenny?"

"I did already, but she's busy and the manager really doesn't like it when you aren't on a contract, even if you used to work here. Come on Dani, please? I'll owe you forever! You're the only one I can ask!" Bunny pleaded before breaking into another fit of coughs as if to guilt trip her further.

"It's cheating if you put it like that, you know." Danielle sighed. "Come on, you know I can't say no to that..."

"So you'll do it?"

"I can't say no to it, but I haven't said yes either." Danielle continued to resist. "Come on Bunny, I'm a delivery girl, I'm sure I'd suck at it. What if I just screw things up?"

"You won't screw things up! You'll be great!" Bunny reassured her. "Dani is totally the girl for the job!"

"Yeah, well maybe Dani is, but I'm not. And I really, really don't want to if I don't absolutely have to." Danielle remained wishy-washy about her commitment, realising what a nightmare she might be about to get herself into.

"You know you won't mind once you're Dani." Bunny pointed out, but Danielle wasn't quite so sure.

"We don't know that. I've only been Dani for like, five minutes at a time, usually less. I don't know what she's gonna be like if I let her off the leash for a whole shift!" Danielle whispered, making sure that detail didn't get leaked to the general public. Luckily nobody was around, but she was still paranoid.

"Perfect time to find out then!"

This was a bad precedent to set, Danielle realised. Once the genie was let out of the bottle, it was unlikely it would ever quite go back in. She continued to scrounge for good excuses to refuse, more and more of which presented themselves to her by the moment as Bunny slowly pushed her into a guilty corner.

"What if they remember being served by me instead of me? I mean, the real me?" Danielle whispered, realising the obvious flaw in the magic. "They're gonna get home and as soon as I clock out they'll remember being served by some weird girl with no boobs. What if I serve somebody I recognise?"

"Come on Dani, think about it for a second. Like, use your brain!" Bunny made another slightly pained giggle again, spluttering a little at the end of it. "If it worked like that, nobody would wanna come back to Knockers! Customers are a special case, they only remember you when you're in, like, work mode."

"Oh, yeah, you're right." Dani realised. She had gotten so used to the omnipresent bimbos that she hadn't really thought it through. Now that she did, it was the most painfully obvious thing in the world. There would be no point to the double life if the customers' memories changed back too!

"You sure I'm not talking to Dani right now?" Bunny giggled again, and Danielle had no comeback for that.

"Oh, shut it. Okay, fine, I'll do it. I'm blaming you if I die from it." Danielle was glad Bunny couldn't see her embarrassed face right now, although she bet that her bimbo friend was picturing it vividly. She had certainly shown it to her enough by now.

"You'll be great, besides, it's easy and fun once you get going." Bunny attempted to reassure her unsteady friend. "You're the one who keeps complaining about how easy we have it."

"Listen, I said I'd do it, so I'll do it!" Dani was eager to escape from this one now that her defences had been cracked and her castle walls infiltrated, the queen forced to be paraded in front of the enemy army for all to see. "You just focus on getting better, okay? Bye!"

She hung up, and let out a particularly deep sigh even by Danielle's usual moody standards. What had she just gotten herself into?

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"You're Dani, right? Bunny said you were gonna cover for her!" A bimbo Dani didn't recognise greeted her as she entered the building, thanks to her schedule usually conflicting with Danielle's. Bunny worked full time so it made sense that she'd get a staff that she wasn't used to, but it was still a little weird. What made this one particularly weird was that this was the first Asian Knockers girl she had met, her shift usually dominated by the classical white blondes that made up the majority of the average Knockers' employee base. The Japanese girl had the same killer bod, big lips, and particularly large doe-like eyes, but her pigtailed hair wasn't naturally blonde. In fact, it was bright pink! There was no way that was natural, even with magic. Perhaps dye was the magic's way of compensating?

"You are such a lifesaver, thanks so much! You are so nice, doing this for Bunny!" The asian bimbo gave the protesting girl a big hug of unwanted gratitude. "I'm Akari, but you can call me Riri if you want! I was kinda worried 'cuz you look really bummed out, but Bunny said you're just pretending to be gloomy and that you're actually totally pumped to get out there on the floor and help out!"

"Yeah, great to meet you. Listen, I've got to get changed, okay? This is just because Bunny's sick, after this I'm sticking to delivery." Danielle forced her way out of her vice grip, glad that the short girl wasn't capable of smothering her with boob-flesh like the taller ones. Blonde or not, bimbos were all the same. "Also, that's a lie, don't trust what Bunny says!"

"Ooh, you're like, a total tsundere! That is so cute! I didn't think they had those here in America! Okay, I'll, like, be here when you're ready! Just be less than five!" Riri giggled, her attitude as pink as her twintailed hair.

This was clearly just a misunderstanding propagated by Bunny, Danielle thought to herself in an extra poor mood. What Bunny probably meant was that Danielle didn't want to be here, but Dani would probably be fine with it. Probably. She used both names to refer to the same person so it got a little confusing at times. She was not a tsundere.

"Okay, showtime." Danielle said into the mirror to psyche herself up. "If you don't like this either, at least both of us can say that we tried and never do it again."

She turned to the door and made three knocks. Her chest blew up like a balloon, her hips and ass pinched and expanded cartoonishly, and a deep golden tan washed over her skin like a spreading wave. Her hair's colour faded to be replaced with a brilliant new one, and when she blinked for just a moment, by the time her eyelids opened her eyes were a little bigger and a lot bluer. Her lips curled into a smile and then puffed up as if stung by a bee,, and Dani was ready to go.

"Don't worry, this totally looks like it's gonna be fun. Plus, after this shift we can afford that new laptop you wanted!" She giggled at her reflection, waving herself goodbye. As far as Dani was concerned, other than losing a bit of relaxation and study time, this had nothing but upsides. She was pretty sure that even gloomy ol' Danielle couldn't complain about more money. She was gonna go out there and get lots of tips to buy stuff she liked and make her normal self real happy! Personally, if it was up to her, she'd first spend it on that cute lipstick Bunny said she liked, but for now she was stuck at Knockers.

She pulled out her phone, now clad in a pink case, making sure to not chip the screen with her long nails as she tapped out a short message and accompanied it with a quick selfie.

Dani nw srving! Get wl sn! XXXXOOOOO

Confident that her goodwill had been conveyed, she put her phone away and went back to Riri, who gasped excitedly as she somehow instantly recognised her.

"Wow, you're super cute!" She exclaimed, Dani giggling sheepishly. "Anyway, we gotta get you a nametag!"

"How come I don't need one for delivery?" Dani asked as she was handed a pen and a piece of paper to scrawl down her name on.

"'cause you tell 'em anyway, right. It's kinda noisy here so you kinda need it, ya know?" Riri explained, pinning it to Dani's bosom once she was done. Even her handwriting was a little messier when she had written her name, not that it had ever been good in the first place. Dani felt it was clever that the D she drew slightly resembled a heart, that was so cute. Riri's thumbs up said that she definitely approved too.

After that, Riri gave her a quick rundown on waitress protocol. Find a table, welcome them, ask them what they wanted, take their order, serve them, and then when they were done hand them the bill and hope for a big tip. Sometimes dedicated serving girls would do the delivery for her, but if she had the time she typically did both. It was simple and easy to understand, perfect for Dani who was excited to finally get a little breathing room when she was usually restricted to a scant few minutes. She didn't know why her normal self wouldn't admit that it was fun to be her, that was so lame. What a lame-o. She'd still invite her to her parties though, 'cause she was so nice. Ooh, a party sounded great! She had to ask Jenny about that sometime.

"Did you get all that, Dani?" Riri asked, breaking her from her stupor.

"Huh? Yeah, totally, totally one hundred percent got all that." Dani reassured her, and to be fair, she mostly did. She was handed a notepad and a pen, and sent off to work. It was only a few seconds before she spotted her first table as Riri's job was to welcome new customers and direct them to an empty table, and her bright pink hair made her easy to pick out in the sea of blonde.

"Welcome to Knockers! I'm Dani, what can I get you two today?" She beamed as she greeted her first two customers, two younger men who clearly came to ogle asses more than for the food. Not that there was anything wrong with that! That was what Knockers was for, she'd have been disappointed if they didn't want to slap her ass like a bongo drum. Danielle had this weird misunderstanding like this was a bad thing, not just supply meeting demand. Who was she to ask these fine men to not give her their money for providing such a simple service? For once, Dani didn't see some gross sweaty horny guys sitting at the tables. She just saw customers.

"Okay, I'll get right on that, you boys just sit tight!" She said after jotting down their order, committing it to memory on top of that just to be safe. While she admitted that she was a bit spacey like this, she was still confident in her memory. After a few more knocks though, she thought with a smile, who knew? She'd be so hot by then they wouldn't care if she got them the steak and not the chicken anyway. She'd be the real spicy dish. She laughed at her own joke as she walked off with a sway, making sure that her bubble butt had some jiggle in her step as she left. After that it was off to the kitchen, then to the next unattended table. Simple and easy, and surprisingly fun. It was particularly fun to speculate who would give her the best tips, it gave her something to do in the time it took to prepare the food and serve it.

"Here you go, boys! Enjoy!" She cheerfully said as she laid the first two's meals down, marking her first successful serving and her first successful instance of giving them a good look at her cleavage when she bent over to place it. That was worth at least another dollar or two on the tip in her opinion. However, she was slightly disappointed when they eventually paid the bill, her chipper smile drooping when she saw the tip. Only four dollars? What a bunch of cheapskates! All that hard work and not even five? Well, she calmed herself down, the big fish didn't come out when you first cast your line. That was why there was often fierce competition over the heavy hitters in both the delivery and direct service world. She'd just have to try harder on the next ones!

Dani soon got into a rhythm of waiting tables, and found that thinking about the potential tips kept things exciting. It was like a prize that was both up to her abilities and her luck, and she quickly saw that there was a bit of a game to it. Other waitresses would swoop in on guys she was about to serve, and they would even sometimes recognise them, the girls having clearly marked their territory. Of course, they wouldn't actively obstruct their co-workers, it was more of a friendly competition with tips on the line. Dani soon found out what it was like to not be their chosen girl first hand when she waited a table of three a while later, where she thought she had a good thing going until she overheard them on her way back to the kitchen.

"Aw man, I wanted Bunny. She always does my table faster. Better boobs too." She heard the man complain to one of his friends, and immediately felt stung. So this was what competition felt like. It was easier to put up with it when she was competing with other delivery girls who she largely didn't see and were totally faceless. Her ears perked up as she heard what his friend had to say, however.

"I dunno man, the new girl's got a bigger ass." Said friend commented, and that cheered Dani right up, partially because she had overheard him saying that he was going to pay. Who cared what that other loser said? Only guys with taste mattered. Her good mood was slightly spoiled when her eyes settled on the wobbling mounds that were the ass of another girl who was clearly on at least five knocks, maybe six based on her big hair, extra brainless look, and the fact that her ass was twice the size of hers. There's always a bigger fish, Dani, she consoled herself. You just couldn't compete with more magic. She'd have to try to make up for it with brains.

The hours flew by, and Dani found that she was enjoying herself quite a lot despite all of the complaints Danielle had made. The only problem was that it was actually quite taxing to be constantly on her feet running back and forth, and Danielle had never been the athletic type, her bimbo self being the same. She had expected based on her energetic personality that she'd have boundless energy, perhaps provided by the magic that fuelled her transformation. Instead it seemed that bimbos had limits just like everybody else, and an hour before her shift was up she was running out of steam. She was almost huffing and puffing when she took orders by the end, until Riri finally tapped her on the shoulder.

"Your shift's over, Dani! Great work out there!" She smiled. "Bunny's gonna be so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Riri. You were, like, great too!" Dani said breathlessly, heading to the changeroom where she sat down to rest her tired legs as quickly as possible, letting out girly high pitched and almost cute puffing as her legs felt like they were going to give out on her. It was a good thing that she naturally smelled nice, because she had gotten pretty sweaty by the end of it, droplets of sweat running down her cleavage. What a workout! She had really thought that being a magically enhanced waitress was easy, but it was actually pretty tough! Despite the fun she had, she clearly saw that she kinda had it easy as a delivery girl. It had a overall lower return than waiting tables, based on her rough mental calculation of her tips, which was sketchy at best but still rather accurate, but it was way easier. So while waiting tables was fun, she wasn't quite sure that she was ready to do it again just yet. Maybe once she was more settled in she could do it every now and then.

Wrld's best wtress! she texted Bunny, complete with a close-up of her boobs with her nametag on it, but Bunny didn't seem to have seen the message. She was probably sleeping right now, the poor thing. Something she'd love to be doing now after all that, Dani thought, wiping sweat from her brow and barely remembering that she should probably change back to Danielle soon. After resting her legs for a few more minutes, it was time to go home...