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Julia, a middle-aged woman, sat alone at a cafe table, surrounded by empty drink glasses. She had dressed up for this occasion, done her hair nicely, and even put on slightly more glamorous makeup than usual. The woman was deep in thought, having an internal debate on when it was best to cut her losses and leave.
“Can I get you something else ma’am?”
Julia looked up at the young man serving her. She sighed, “Just the check, please, I suppose he’s not going to be showing up.”
The boy nodded and walked off, leaving Julia wondering why she got herself into this. She had been waiting for hours for her date, a man who never showed up. Julia had started to wonder if she even wanted to meet this man after his strange choice of meeting place: a restaurant in the shady part of town where the servers were dressed as oddly realistic cat boys. An odd gimmick, but it got a lot of traffic. The guy she was seeing was nice enough online for her to look past this choice. Everyone’s into something, after all.
The server boy set the check down on the table, smiling, “Whenever you’re ready, flag me down. There’s no rush.”
Julia nodded her thanks and picked up the bill, staring. The prices here were steep! It’s a wonder a place like this was so crowded, after all a couple of ordered appetizers and a drink brought her bill to fifty bucks. She sighed and reached for her wallet when she remembered that she was going to make her date pay for the meal. She had purposefully “forgotten” her wallet at home, just in case the man she was seeing wasn’t chivalrous enough to offer to pay without prompting. Julia sighed and looked up, raising her hand when she saw the waiter look her way.
The waiter grinned and trotted over, “All ready? I can get this rung up for you-“
Julia interrupted the boy, “No, no. I have a sort of awkward situation. You see- my date was supposed to pay, and he never showed up, and I sort of didn’t bring my wallet. Do you think I could speak to your manager so we can work something out?”
The server gave her a slightly confused look, though nodded, “Of course! I’ll go grab my manager right away.” It didn’t take long for the boy to return with his manager, then walk off to tend to his other tables.
Julia repeated her situation to the manager, and the manager smiled, attempting to be reassuring, “I see. Don’t worry, miss, this sort of thing happens more often than you would think. Do you have an item on you we could use as collateral? To ensure you come back to pay?”
Julia shook her head, “No, I don’t. Is there anything else I could do? I could work here for a few hours, do your dishes. I know I don’t exactly fit the bill for most of your staff here, though I would be just fine with doing dishes in the kitchen for a few hours-“
The manager cut her off, “Working, yes. Seeing as it is only fifty dollars, we have time for you to work that off before we close. Come, follow me to my office and I’ll have you sign a contract.” He stood and began to walk towards the back of the restaurant.
Julia followed, tired and not looking forward to what she had just signed up for, seeing as she was in a nice dress and heels that she did not want to get dirty or stand in for too long. It seemed like her only option, though.
The manager opened the door for Julia and she walked in, taking a seat in the chair he gestured towards.
“No need to be so nervous, miss. Again, this happens more often than you would think, to the point where we already have printed contracts for it.” The manager took a piece of paper out of his desk drawer, placing it in front of Julia with a pen. He took a seat, “I could give you time to read it if you want, but it’s really just standard stuff. Saying you agree to do the work for the few hours we need you without pay, and saying we won’t pursue legal action against you.”
Julia nodded, “Makes enough sense.” She skimmed through the contract, not bothering to read it closely. She took the pen and signed the papers, not giving it much of another thought.
“Good! Now that we have that squared away, I can see if we have any extra uniforms for you. I’m sure you don’t want that nice dress you have on to get dishwater on them.” The man stood and walked to a shelf, where there were neatly folded uniforms, no doubt for new employees, “I’ll give you a size small, it may not fit you well, though it would work better than that dress, I would assume. As for the shoes…” the manager paused, thinking as he walked to set the set of clothes in front of Julia, “I can ask the boys to see if they bring an extra pair of shoes to work for you to borrow. I’m sure they would be better than nothing.” He walked to the door, leaving before Julia could say a word.
Julia frowned, standing and going to close the door for her own privacy. She kicked off her heels and stripped down out of her dress, leaving it neatly folded on the chair she had previously been sitting on. She held up the pants she had been given, frowning. They were slightly larger than she normally wore, and definitely needed a belt. Though, she couldn’t complain, the manager was doing her a huge favor after all. She put the pants on, kicking her feet a little afterwards in attempts to clear the way for her feet to touch the ground instead of the fabric. They were clearly made for a taller man. She donned the shirt as well, frowning as the buttons refused to close fully over her breasts. Julia laid down on the floor, sighing quietly as she was able to get the final buttons closed with the assistance of gravity to keep her breasts out of the way. She laid there for a few moments, panting. That took way more effort than it should have. She pushed herself to sit up, staring down at the fully buttoned shirt. It was odd, it seemed to fit much better than before, her breasts were no longer threatening to tear the shirt apart at the seams.
She put her hand to her chest. Save for the padding in her bra, it felt entirely flat. Julia frowned and quickly unbuttoned the shirt again, her jaw hanging open as she saw that her more than moderately sized breasts remained flattened, leaving her bra oddly empty. She took the shirt off fully, undoing her bra so she could take a look.
“What the fuck…” Julia mumbled, putting her hand to the pec that remained where her right breast used to be. Why was that nipple so sensitive? She couldn’t help but pinch her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger, softly rubbing.
She stopped the rubbing soon after, realizing that her temporary boss could walk back in the door at any moment. She moved to quickly put the shirt back on, she would investigate the disappearance of her breasts after she had worked off her debt.
As Julia stood, she could feel a pressure building in her groin and ass. She walked to the door, locking it before deciding to investigate. She let the pants fall to the ground, then proceeded to pull her panties off as well. The pressure kept building, and Julia couldn’t help but lean against the desk and whine in discomfort.
The pressure came to its climax, and Julia’s body pushed as if trying to give birth, her hips bucking. She panted as a new part of her slapped against her leg, bringing her attention to a new sensation. She stared down at herself only to discover she had a clear view of a dick where there certainly wasn’t one before. She reached down to touch her new dick, and quivered at the feeling. It was just as sensitive as her nipples!
Seeing as she would surely be alone for a little while longer, she ran her hand down the length before wrapping her hand around it fully, bucking her hips once more. Her eyes glazed over from the pleasure, she barely even noticed how her body continued to change. Her hips had narrowed and her shoulders broadened, and her muscles had become ever so slightly defined. Her ass filled out, becoming like a perfectly shaped peach, ripe for the taking.
Julia’s world went silent as her ears retracted into her head, only then giving her pause to wonder what the hell was happening to her. This all felt wrong, and yet incredibly right.
A thought came into her head: why was she still referring to herself as a woman? She clearly wasn’t one anymore. He should be figuring out his next steps.
His cheeks flushed a bright red as he quickly pulled his pants up, holding them as they wouldn’t stay around his newly narrow hips. He noticed an uncomfortable crowding around his tailbone, and he turned to try and see what the problem was, not even noticing that he was now tall enough to fit into the pants perfectly. He put his hand to his tailbone, groaning as he felt something furry brush up against his leg.
His ears perked up as he heard the jingle of keys and the door unlocking. When had his hearing returned?
The manager walked back into the room holding a bag. He saw Julia, then smiled, “Well, I see you fit into that new uniform quite nicely. Just a few finishing touches and I think you’ll be ready to go. Would you allow me?”
Julia nodded and stood straight, still holding on to his pants. The manager approached, taking a belt from the bag and gently looping it through the loops on Julia’s pants, buckling. He clicked his tongue, noticing Julia’s backside, “Well, that can’t be comfortable. Do you feel frustrated?”
Julia nodded, standing still while the manager walked around to Julia’s backside, poking and prodding until he was able to gently pull Julia’s new tail through a hole in his pants, leaving the newly minted man to let out a drawn out sigh of relief.
“Now why don’t we fix that hair and makeup of yours? It’s against the dress code, I’m afraid.”
Julia obediently took a seat, letting the manager wipe away his old makeup, then let his hair out of its updo. As the manager pulled scissors from his bag, Julia opened his mouth to protest against his hair being cut. The manager put his hand to Julia’s head, and his hesitation melted away, his muscles relaxing. He would let the manager do whatever he wanted, this was a safe place.
It didn’t take too long for the manager to be done with Julia. He presented the new man with a mirror, “What do you think?”
Julia took the mirror, staring at his utterly unrecognizable reflection. He looked 20 again, around the same age as all of the other boys who worked in the restaurant. In fact, he looked similar to the other boys in the restaurant, cat ears and all. His hair had turned a bright orange, matching his new ears and tail, and his eyes had become green and catlike. He couldn’t help but smile, this felt so right. He spoke, his voice a deep purr, “I love it.”
The manager helped Julia stand, seeming to think a moment, “I’m afraid we will have to rename you, Julia isn’t quite fitting of your current state. I’m thinking Ginger.”
Ginger. A cat’s name for a cat like him. He grinned and nodded eagerly.
The manager smiled, “Good. Now, why don’t we get your shoes on and you can go meet the other kitties?”
Ginger grinned, allowing the man to assist him with putting his shoes on. He followed as the other lead the way out of the office, into the employee break room.
As he walked with the manager, Ginger could feel himself getting lost. Where was he supposed to be going again? He stared at the words on one of the signs, unable to make them out. Instead of panicking, he just felt calm. Nice. Warm.
Ginger’s eyes glazed over once again as the manager was explaining something, though it couldn’t have been anything too important. He heard the word “customer,” and his ears perked up, “Customer? Do I get to go see the customers now?” It was his favorite thing to do, after all. Seeing the customers, catering to their every need. When they were happy, he was happy.
The manager let out a chuckle, “Yes, very soon. We just need to finish off your uniform.” He walked over to an employee locker, already marked with Ginger’s name, “This will be yours. And here is your collar, so guests know who you are.” The man walked back over to Ginger, strapping the collar around his neck. He gave Ginger a pat on the head, “Good boy. You’ll be going out with Raven, he’ll make sure you remember your training.”
Ginger purred at the contact, closing his eyes.
Another cat boy walked over to the two, presumably Raven. He was taller than Ginger, with black hair and striking yellow eyes. The boy smiled, offering a hand to Ginger, “You ready to go please some people, new guy?”
Ginger grinned and nodded frantically, taking the other’s hand. Raven lead the two to a table, where Ginger took the lovely couple’s orders. He was so happy to be of service to them, his dick was starting to harden!
Raven noticed the bulge forming in Ginger’s pants, and sighed, clicking his tongue and pulling the other into a supply closet, “Newcomers, always so bad at hiding their excitement.” He knelt in front of Ginger, already beginning to unbuckle the other’s belt, “I can take care of this for you this once, okay?”
Ginger frowned, though didn’t stop Raven as he pulled his pants down, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no.” Raven purred, “It’s quite alright. But you do have to save your energy for when our… higher paying guests request your services.”
An image of himself sucking a guest’s dick floated through Ginger’s mind, and he smiled, “Ohhhh, I get it!”
Raven nodded, “Good boy. I’ll service you this once, but from now on, if you’re on the clock, you can only get hard if a guest wants you to, got it?”
Ginger nodded furiously, “Control myself. Got it.”
Raven proceeded to wrap his lips around Ginger’s dick, sucking. Ginger bucked his hips, forcing his length further down the other’s throat. He moaned and held onto the back of Raven’s head, keeping it stuck to him. An odd sensation suddenly overwhelmed him and he bucked once more, resulting in him squirting hot cum down Raven’s throat.
Ginger panted, “Youre really good at that.”
Raven pulled away, grinning and wiping a dribble of Ginger’s semen off his face, “Youre not so bad yourself. Now put your pants back on, we have to finish with the rest of our tables.”
Ginger rushed to get his pants on again, then went to the door and back out into the world, wearing a dazed grin on his face. Raven followed behind, allowing Ginger to take the lead.
The next few hours to close came and went in a rush. Ginger was soon allowed to have tables of his very own, complete with a few of the higher paying guests that he was eager to pleasure!
He was disappointed to see that the manager returned to take him to his office once again. He protested and tried scratching at the other, mumbling, “Please, just one more table!”
Ginger was sat down in the same chair he had sat in hours before, his old clothes folded neatly on the desk in front of them. He stared, inspecting the clothes as the vague memories of being Julia began to come back.
“You’ve worked off your debt to us, miss Julia. You’re free to go, you’ll be returned to your usual self in about an hour’s time.”
Ginger’s ears flattened against his head. He didn’t want to be Julia again, she seemed like such a boring person after all! All old and stuff! He didn’t want that!
“I wanna stay!” Ginger practically started to cry.
The manager chuckled, “Something in me figured. I’ve got a full time contract already written up for you, Ginger.” He pulled a second contract out of his desk, sliding it over to him, “I know you cats can’t read, you just need to sign it and you’ll get to stay here with us forever, okay?” He pointed to the signature line, “Just right here.”
Ginger quickly nodded and took a pen, scribbling something that wasn’t even close to his name on the signature line. The memories of ever being Julia faded completely, being replaced with all the knowledge he needed to take orders and service his customers.
He was a good boy, yes he was.