Conceived: 5/19/2015
[MtF and FtM]

“Maaaaaaaack,” a shrieking, piercing voice calls from the other room. He winces. If there were one thing he would change about his mom, it would be that.

The young brown haired young man looks up from the help wanted ads in the paper. “Yeah, Mom?”

“Honey,” says the blond older woman with the nasally voice as she enters the room, “Are you going to get a job today?”

“I hope so, Mom. I've been looking every day, and I keep getting turned down.” Mack looks down at the table remembering all the rejections.

Mom leans down with her hands on the table. Her chest presses her blouse against her suit jacket and threatens to spill out of her clothes. “Honey, It's the last day --"

"Yes, I know. I have to find a job today. My stuff is already packed and in the car, if I don't."

"Well, I was just making sure ..."

“Mom! I have the ads in my hand. I look every day. I have applied somewhere almost every day. I go to interviews whenever they ask. They just don't think I'm qualified.”

“I'm sorry things aren't working out for you, Dear. And now I'm nearly late for work.” She smiles at him, “and hopefully when I get home, you'll have a job.” She walks out closing the door behind her.

The room seems to get darker and quieter. “I hope that it's just that I'm not qualified. I hope it's not ... That.”

Depressed, he looks down at the ads again. One, that he's sure wasn't there before, jumps out at him. “Help Wanted. Must be 18 yrs or older. No experience needed, but wait staff experience preferred. Inquire at” and it lists an address on the other side of the city.

"This wasn't in here yesterday."

Mack searches the remainder of the ads, but the rest do not fit him or he already applied. “Well, maybe that one is my ticket. I hope so, because I don't want to get kicked out of my house.” Grabbing his keys and wallet, he hops in his car and is soon at the address in question.

“Maid to Order Cafe,” he reads the sign on the small shop. He parks the car and heads inside past the realistic statue of a maid that is holding a sign displaying the specials of the day.

There he finds a quaint little restaurant with tables and chairs at regular intervals. Off to one side, there is a counter protecting a window to the kitchen. Near where he is standing is a podium with a "Please wait to be seated" sign. All in all, it is not a place that would stand out.

Then she walks in from the nearly invisible entry on the far side of the room. As decreed by the sign outside, she is wearing an adorable maid costume that accentuates her lovely figure. Her cute smile brightens his spirits as she notices and approaches him. Her golden hair flows behind her. She is like a dream. He thinks about asking her for a date, but catches himself as he remembers how much he needs this job.

“I'm sorry, Sir. We are not open yet. We open in a couple hours just before lunch. Please come back then.”

Mack breaks out of his revelry, realizing she asking him to leave. “Oh no. I'm not here to eat. I'm here to speak to the manager.”

“Very well. I'll go get her for you.” She turns and exits the way she came, turning into the hidden entry and disappearing from sight. He is sad to see her go. Sad that he was so distracted by her face that he forgot to check her name tag.

Then a older woman enters. Well, maybe taller would be a better word. She, also, is dressed in the maid outfit, but there is a maturity surrounding her that the first one didn't have. Clearly, this one is the one in charge of this establishment. From her smile, Mack can tell she is friendly but not one to cross. He shivers a little.

“Welcome to the Maid to Order Cafe.” Her words drop like honey, sweet to his ears, “How may I help you?” Oh how, he wished he could listen to her say anything. Realizing she is waiting for a response, he comes out of his dream.

“Ma'am, I'm here to get the job you placed in the paper.”

Her eyes go wide. It's then that all the pieces click together. Maids, uniforms, girls. He is none of these things.

“I – I – I just need a job. Any job. I'll do anything. I'll sweep the floors, clean the toilets, anything.” Mack doesn't want to sound desperate, but he also doesn't want to lose his only chance not to get kicked out of his house.

She starts chuckling. He looks to her surprised. “Oh my. I knew I should have been more clear in that ad. It's been ages since I last placed one.” She pauses to look at him. “Still, it could work. Granted, it could be harder on you than most. But if you're willing, I think we could make it work. Normally, I wouldn't even consider you as a prospect, but I'm in a spot myself. So, it looks like we could use each others' help. Are you willing?”

Wrapped in the bliss of her words, he hears things like 'hard' and 'make it work' and 'willing'. Then his brain registers that the end of her sentence had a rising tone implying a question was asked. He forms the best answer he can from his clouded mind. “Yes, Ma'am, I'm a hard worker. I'm willing to do whatever you ask.”

“Good. Come with me.” Mack follows the lovely woman across the room to where all maids seems to enter and exit. Sure enough, there is a hall there painted the same color as walls of the cafe. Turning into the hall, Mack spots doors on either side, one obviously going into the kitchen. She takes him into the last door on the left and into her office. She closes the door behind them.

“Have a seat.” Her words while smooth, don't have the same pull that they did before. Still, he wants to do whatever he can not to lose this job, so he sits. She sits behind the desk. “Son, what's your name?”

“Mack.”

She leans forward and offers her hand, “I'm Corina McNamara, and if you work here, you'll call me Boss or Mistress.” Again, he notices that her words are like any other woman's. “I want to make sure you know what you are getting into here while you have a clear head. One of my girls is out on maternity leave, and I need a replacement.”

She pauses here for her words to sink in. They have their affect. Mack reels. “You don't want to hire me as a janitor? You want to hire me as a waiter?”

She watches him as she answers, “Not quite. I need a maid. Because this is the Maid to Order Cafe.”

Mack's eyes go wide, “What? You want me to cross-dress?”

“No, I don't.” The boss chooses her next words, “I told you it would be harder for you. We have had young men here before, but they usually don't last long. How much do you want this job?”

Mack contemplates her question. He needs this job. He can't go home empty handed. He doesn't want to be out on the street. Other guys have done this before. It can't be that bad. And this would let him save some money. He looks her in the eyes. “What do I need to do?”

“Cross the hall, pick a uniform, and bring it back here.” He does this and re-enters the room with a maid outfit like the one he saw the girl in earlier.

Logic re-asserts itself in Mack's mind, “If I'm not cross-dressing and you need a maid, how does that work?”

The manager points to a door next to the desk that Mack didn't notice before, “Go in there and get changed. You will see.”

Nervous, Mack heads into the small changing room and closes the door behind him. After hanging the clothes on a hook, he takes inventory. Headband, dress, panties, socks, and shoes. “I guess I'd better get started.”

He pulls off his clothes and pulls on the panties. As he does so, his legs change before his very eyes. Hair disappears; feet shrink. Then he pulls them up to his waist and his hips swell to fill the undergarment.

Unable to believe his eyes, he rushes out of the room, “What's going on here?”

She holds up a finger, “Before I answer that, check your private parts. We might as well get this over with now.”

A quick peek shows him he is now female down there. “WHAT?”

“Okay, now that that's out of the way, those are magical clothes. Have you tried to take them off?” Mack shakes his head. “Then go back in and try. I will wait out here for your decision.”

The half female returns to the changing room and lowers the panties. As he does so, the privates and legs and feet return to normal as the panties pass them.

“What do I do? If I refuse, I lose the job and go homeless. If I take the job, I become a girl.”

Another part of his mind offers a suggestion, “But if you become a girl, it is only temporary.” And then adds, “and reversible.” The first part tries to argue but has no footing. “Besides it's only for the job. It's not like you are going to become someone else. You will still be you.”

Having no counter argument, he pulls the panties back on. Next comes the dress changing the arms and chest area. Breasts swell to fill the garment. The headband is next reforming his face, finishing the transformation. Her brown hair spills down to her shoulders. Socks and shoes finish the outfit.

The new girl walks out of the door and into the office. This elicits a response from the other occupant, “Wow, you turned out nice. What do you think?”

“This. This is strange,” she says in her deep male voice.

“Oh. Right. I forgot about that.” She looks down and pulls something out of her desk. She stands up and fastens the choker on the new girl. Mack feels a little tickle in her throat. “So, you said it feels strange. Are you planning on taking the job?”

Mack thinks about it for a moment and rehashes the dressing room argument. It ends the same as it did previous, but before he can answer the boss speaks up again, “I tell you what. How about this? You are brave enough to try this, I'll give you a break. Instead of having you sign a contract right here, right now, I'll let you try it out for a day. After that, we'll go from there.”

“Thank you,” she says in her new, soft, female voice.

“Since you are temporary, I'll pay you your hourly rate at the end of the day and half the tips you make since you will be shadowing and helping Rosie. What's your name?”

“Everyone calls me Mack, but my full name is MacKenzie.”

“How about Kenzie for today?” Mack nods. “Good.” The boss prints out a name tag sticker and places it on her chest.” Kenzie blushes at the alien sensation. “Let's go find Rosie."

They exit the office and go into the door on the opposite side of the hall next to the uniform closet. Inside, rows of lockers declare that this is the locker room. "She's not in here."

The boss hustles the new employee out and into the dining area. There they find the maid from before standing behind the podium adjusting the menus. Hearing footsteps behind her, she looks back to see them.

The boss makes the introductions. “Rosie, this is Kenzie. You will be teaching her the ropes, since I'm guessing she hasn't had experience with this kind of job.” They look to Mack who shakes her head. “Kenzie, this is Rosie, my most experienced maid.”

Rosie curtsies. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Kenzie. I hope you like working here.” Mack hears the words, and notices the passion is not behind them.

“Great,” exclaims the boss, "I'll leave you two alone."

Rosie leads Mack to a nearby table while the boss disappears. Then they begin to go over all sorts of things including bussing the table, resetting it, and where to find the clean table ware. Around the time they get around to where the register is and how to ring up the bill, Kenzie boggles. "How am I going to remember all this?"

Compassion enters the mentor's eyes. With a gentle pat on the shoulder, she says, "If you stick with us, it'll come quickly to the point where you'll be able to do it in your sleep."

Comforted a little, Mack asks, "Anything else?"

Rosie nods, "Oh yes. Much more." Seeing Kenzie's eyes go wide, she adds, "Don't worry. I'll help you through it all. That's why I'm training you."

Once they reach where the water and sodas are, neither of them notice the boss is back. “Okay, let's get things started.” She stands in front of the counter near the kitchen and claps her hands. All sorts of girls in maid costumes rush out and line up in front of her. Rosie joins them and waves Kenzie over. She hurries over and joins the line.

“Okay, Ladies, we open in about five minutes. Let's make this quick." /Five minutes? Wasn't it a couple of hours a few minutes ago?/ Tuning back in, Kenzie hears, "This is Kenzie. She will be taking Connie's spot for today. She will be being trained by Rosie. Everyone, say hello to Kenzie.”

No eyes meet hers as all heads are facing forward, but out of her peripheral vision she sees a couple of the corner of their eyes glance at her. "Hello Kenzie," they all say as one.

"Now assignments," Corina continues, "Liz and Beth, you've got the counter." Kenzie sees a pair of red headed twins move from her side to the window in front of the kitchen. “Rosie and Kenzie will have tables 1 to 3. The rest of you spread out and grab three tables. Let's give these customers a day they'll never forget and make them want to come back.” She claps again, and everyone disperses.

“Kenzie, over here.” Mack finds that Rosie is over at a table already and heads over to join her. She points to the three tables that line the wall nearest the hallway. “These are our tables, 1, 2, and 3. We will be serving the customers at these tables only. Got it?” Kenzie nods. “Good. I'll take the lead for a couple of hours while you watch. Then you'll take over while I watch and assist you. Got it?” Kenzie nods again. “Good,” Rosie gives Mack a genuine smile, and he melts a little inside.

The boss turns the Open sign over and unlocks the door. She ushers the first customer over to Rosie who springs into action and seats them.

People trickle in. They get evenly spread between the various maids. The place never gets close to being full. Kenzie finds herself hustling around fetching water and food and helping Rosie out. While tiring, Mack finds the customers' smiles rewarding and encourage her to continue.

Eventually, the customers slow a little, and Kenzie and Rosie have empty tables. Rosie pulls her aside. “Okay, Now we switch. You take the lead and do everything I did. I'll assist you and give you advice.” And then they dive back into it.

Kenzie starts a little rocky at first, needing tips like, “Your face is going to hurt at the end of today but smile all the time.” and “Add a little sway as you walk.” and “Bend a little lower when you reach for something on the table.” Kenzie takes all the help to heart and steadily improves her service.

At last, the sign flips and the door locks. The boss claps her hands. Kenzie joins the rest of the maids in standing in a line. “Good job, Girls. See you tomorrow.” The line of girls heads toward the locker room. It's then that Mack notices something. She is taller than all the girls except Rosie who is about the same height.

Just as she is about to enter the locker room, the boss calls her, “Kenzie. Come to my office, please?” Mack leaves the line and heads down the hall and into the room. The boss points to the changing room.

Heading toward the door, Mack stops. “How do these clothes work?”

“Well, now that you are wearing the whole outfit, your body is kinda locked into that form until you remove the last piece. Then your whole body will revert.”

This was not what she wanted to hear, but to get answers maybe she needs to be male. So she heads into the changing room, and it is like she said. Removing the socks, shoes, headband, and dress leave her still female. Sure enough these clothes are magical, because as she pulls the panties past her feet, all the things that made her female switch back to make him male. The sensations of moving parts is a bit overwhelming, and it takes a while for him to be able to get dressed.

Clothed, he returns to the office. “How do these wor–,” he cuts himself off. He knows the answer. She explained to him that they were magical and when they work, so he changes his question. “Where did you get magical clothes?”

She smiles. “That … is a secret. You are a temp, so you are not 'trusted' enough.”

Intrigued, he pursues, “If I sign up to be full time, will that be enough?”

“That will get you pretty far, but it will be a little time after that.” Then she adds with a smirk, “It will get you a name tag instead of a sticker.” She hands him a long check. “So, do you want to join us?”

He looks down at the check and sees a sum that is much larger than his usual hourly rate. Mack, then, thinks over his day, all the maids, the tiring work, the smiling customers, Rosie. He realizes he hasn't ever worked at a job that was this satisfying.

He opens his mouth to speak, but she beats him to it. “Mack, I like you, so I'm going to give you a little advice. Why don't you temp with us a little longer before taking the next step.”

Confused he answers, “Okay.”

“Will we see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

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