1. Some of you may have noticed that my second post, a caption challenge, has been deleted. This is because literally nobody replied to it. If you would like me to do caption challenges, then leave a comment here, also stating whether you'd like them here, or on a separate blog.
2. Don't get used to such common updates. I've only just started, so I have lots of ideas, but eventually I'll start to run out. That shouldn't be for a while, though, so don't worry if I don't post for a while. I'm probably just thinking what to do for the next one. Or writing it. One of those two things.
3. Google Docs kept trying to correct "dessert" to "desert" when I wrote this thing. Seriously, what the Hell?
But we haven't yet uncovered all of the Changing Room's secrets...
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Ren was having a bad day. There were numerous factors that contributed to this, including an embarrassing incident involving a sponge, a bag of hammers and 64 colouring pencils, but the main reason was this: he’d just been fired. He had been a waiter at a well-renowned restaurant, but, unfortunately, the place had fallen on hard times, and cuts had had to be made. It would be great, thought Ren, if I could just get another job right now.
It was then that he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a little patisserie that he just couldn’t remember being there before. The Changing Room, it was called. An odd name, but that wasn’t what caught Ren’s eye, it was the sign in the window reading “Help Wanted! Details inside.” Ren smiled. He sincerely hoped it was a waiter they needed. He didn’t know why, but he knew that this was the place he should work. Anywhere else would be unacceptable. “Stay there,” he told the sign, and rushed home to edit his CV.
He came back the next day and the sign - and, thankfully, the patisserie itself, too - had heeded his word and remained in the same place. He strolled confidently inside wearing his special, extra-formal “job interview” suit, his CV in his hand, ready for anything.
Except a girl in a bikini to greet him when he walked inside. Which, coincidentally, is exactly what happened. “Hey!” she grinned, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was wearing a swimsuit in a patisserie in the middle of a city about 100 miles from the nearest coast. “Stay here, I’ll find you a place to sit.”
Ren was momentarily puzzled. This girl in a bikini was a waitress here? No uniform here, then… not even a dress code! Very unusual, but Ren had always hated that stuffy suit he had to wear, so he wouldn’t complain. It then occurred to him that he should probably correct this girl on his agenda. “No… erm… I’m here for the job. It’s a waiter they want, isn’t it?!
The Girl stopped and considered his question a moment. “Yeah, something like that, yeah. You’ll want to see the manager.” The girl led him to a small upstairs office with a nice little view onto the pleasant street outside, although it seemed a little hazy. A woman in a sharp suit with neat, shoulder-length blonde hair sat at a desk in the centre of the room; presumably, the manager.
“Miss Sakuroka?” the waitress said, knocking on the open door. “There’s a man here to see you.”
“Oh, good. Send him in.” responded Miss Sakuroka curtly, and Ren strolled in and the waitress left. Sakuroka smiled. “Hello there! What’s your name?” she asked brightly, her arm outstretched.
“Eh… Ren, Miss Sakuroka. Ren Dakora.”
“Oh thank God, we’ve got the right one.” muttered the manager, but before Ren could ask what she said: “And please, call me Ana.”
“But… that waitress…”
“Oh, you mean Kita? She’s… a little odd, bless her, but she goes down a storm with the customers. Now, to business. Take a seat. Put your coat on that peg over there.” She gestured towards a soft, plush chair in front of the desk and a small peg on the wall by the door. Ren did as he was told, and Ana continued talking as she walked over to a mini-fridge positioned in the corner of the room. “As you’ve probably seen, there is no dress code. Transport is provided if necessary, and working hours are flexible. Pay is reasonable, I’d say. There’s a document on the desk, if you want to look at it.” Ren didn’t really care about any of this. He had to work here, even if he wasn’t paid anything. Ana returned to her desk as this thought entered his mind, brandishing a spoon and a little glass bowl-cup thing containing what looked like a tiny trifle, with a flower pattern made from four strawberries on top. “Here you go. Eat up.”
“What’s this?”
“What you’ll be serving. It’s our most popular menu item: Strawberry Delight. It used to be called Strawberry Ecstasy, but everyone kept thinking it was full of drugs.” She pulled a sour face before continuing. “Anyway, it’s on the house. Go ahead, sample the wares.”
Ren didn’t see any reason not to, so he gingerly took the spoon and took a small spoonful of the dessert. It was incredible! So incredible, in fact, that he didn’t even notice his light brown hair growing and growing down to his hips, with long plaits on either side tied by bunny hairbands, with a bunny-ear headband popping up out of nowhere, too. He greedily dug in to another large spoonful, and once again failed to notice his face alter, his already clean-shaven appearance becoming even smoother, with a tiny nose and striking aquamarine eyes, while his shirt’s collar detached from the rest of his shirt and turned pink, with another bunny charm-thing holding it tight (but thankfully not too tight) around his neck.
Another spoonful, and this time Ren actually did notice something: his arms were slimmer, shorter and smoother, not to mention bare! Not completely so, though; his shirt’s sleeves had gone the way of the collar to form their own independent articles of clothing in the form of little cotton puff-things on his arms. Strangely, this weird magic didn’t bother him all that much, and he took a fourth spoonful of the dessert. As the confection entered his mouth, he shifted on his seat slightly as his rear puffed out into a large, round ass and his hips widened, pulling his legs apart. After another portion, the legs themselves changed, excess fat sliding up from his shins and making its way to his thighs, leaving them with perfect curves and smooth skin. He felt a breeze running across them and looked down to see that his trousers had transformed into a stripy black skirt with a frilly white apron-thing tied around the top of it, while below, his socks had clambered up to the middle of his thighs, now taking the form of white stockings that accentuated his curves magnificently.
There were only a couple of spoonfuls left now. He popped one in his mouth and suddenly, everything started pulling inward: his stomach, to begin, continuing the curve of his legs, a fact which was revealed by his shirt pulling towards his chest and nearly disappearing entirely around his back, held on now only by straps around his back and neck. The final pulling sensation was between his legs, and… something vanished. Ren blushed and shifted in… her seat as her panties suddenly seemed a lot more comfortable.
Just one last proper spoonful left now, but before she ate it, something made Ren look down at the… well, what was essentially a bra, hanging loose from her chest, just waiting for something to fill it. She knew exactly what was coming, but she was fine with it. It wasn’t like she could ever pass for a man again, anyway, and besides, it felt so, so right, like she should always have been this way. She popped the spoon in her mouth and gasped in pleasure and surprise as, suddenly, her chest exploded outwards into two huge, supple breasts which perfectly filled her bra-shirt-thing. She looked into the bowl to see a strawberry still there. She picked it up to eat it, but accidentally dropped it, and it nestled in her cleavage at the top of her breasts. She smiled, and didn’t bother to pick it up again. She liked it there.
“So, Rei,” began Ana, “Would you like the job?”
“Of course!” yelped the newly-renamed Rei, incredibly enthusiastically. She vigorously shook Ana’s outstretched hand. “When can I start?”
“Immediately.” responded Ana, and Rei grinned broadly and dashed off to do her work. Ana smiled. Another satisfied customer, and another new waitress. Business was booming...
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