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Soaked and Served By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers It was only drizzling out as seemingly last night's big storm was almost over as he stepped from his car at the bus station parking lot and opened his small umbrella. He was already annoyed and tired from his daily thirty minute drive that took almost an hour due to the bad weather, and pulled out his phone, emailing his job that he'd be late. He hurried across the street, dropping a few letters in a mailbox and then checked his watch, deciding he was already going to be docked so he may as well get some coffee. It was only a two and a half block walk, so he hurried down the street craving the caffeine and trying to stay dry. "You must be kidding me!" yelled Felix as he was walking down the street holding on to his umbrella as it bent inside out when a strong gust of wind unexpectedly blew in and he was getting wet as the rain picked up. "What a piece of shit this thing is." Frustrated, Felix tossed his umbrella to the side of the road and scurried the last block into the local Starbucks. He ordered an extra- large Venti coffee, happily gulping down a few sips, warming up as he gazed out the window onto the rainy spring day. He took an abundance of napkins from the dispenser, wiping the wetness from his face and neck and stroked his fingers through his wet hair. He knew he couldn't hang out there too long as he still had his twenty five minute bus ride to the city, so he took one last sip, surveying the quickest route back to the shelter of the bus station. He hurried out the door speed walking across the street, finding some partial shelter from the rain under the construction site's staggered scaffolding and metal awnings. He was still getting wet but not soaked as he dodged behind a large parked cement truck, only to find himself partially trapped, side stepping some huge mud puddles where there was no side walk. He was only a block and a half from the bus station when he saw a narrow sliver of the puddle he could easily hop over until he looked up, stopping dead in his tracks, seeing some headlights shine into his eyes. There was nothing he could do standing there frozen as he quickly turned his face, feeling the cold wave of water cover him and soaking him from head to toe. Completely saturated, he looked ready to scream as a large black SUV jammed on its brakes and began hurriedly backing up. "Oh my Gawwwwddd!" yelled a woman rolling down her window. "I am so sorry! Are you ok?" "You must be fucking kidding me!" Felix waved his arms at her, completely drenched. "Holy shit lady!" "I didn't see you," yelled the woman. "It's so hard to see in this weather, and you stepped out from behind the truck. I am really sorry. Let me help you." "Please, you've done enough," said Felix, holding out his hand like a stop sign. "I think you've already done enoughhhhhhhh!" As he scolded her, he stepped forward, not realizing he didn't fully clear the mud, immediately taking a header and falling forward. He threw out his hand to catch his fall but that wasn't nearly enough as he fell forward face first into the mud puddle. He could no longer be too mad at her, instead he was mortified at his clumsiness as she raced from her car to help him. "Oh Mister. Oh my Gawdddd," said the woman, running out of her car. "I'm fine. I'm Fine," said Felix, pushing himself up with both hands and wiping off the mud from his face. "Damn this sucks." "You're ok, right?" asked the woman, now getting soaked from the rain with both her feet in the mud, wiping him with a few napkins she had in the car. "I'm ok," replied Felix as she wiped his face and hands. "But I'm not sure two napkins are going to be enough. They both burst out laughing now as he was drenched down to his underwear and covered in mud. There wasn't much either of them could do as he shook it off like a dog and then stepped out of the mud puddle. "So where are you going?" asked the woman holding out her hand. "Let me give you a ride so you can get dried off. I'm Natasha by the way." "Felix," he answered, shaking her hand. "I'm on my way to work. I was taking the bus into the city and went for coffee first. My car is way in the back of the bus lot, so maybe you can just drive me back there and I think I'll be heading home to change." "Please get in, Felix." Natasha opened her trunk and put a garbage bag down over the seat. "I hope you don't mind. It's leased, and I'm a bit of a neat freak." "I'd do the same thing," giggled Felix, being a good sport about it. "So you have to let me pay for the dry cleaning, and maybe buy you a hot meal," said Natasha, squishing her cheeks making a face. "That looks like it was a really nice suit." "It's fine! Just the ride is enough, Natasha," said Felix, still shocked at how dirty he was. "I know you didn't do it on purpose of course, or you would have never stopped to help me. There...Right there, the little black Dodge." He dug through his soaked pocket, pulling out his keys as she pulled up. He wiped them with his muddy sport jacket and then opened her door, stepping out. "This is unbelievable," yelled Felix clicking the button over and over. "Work you fucking piece of shit! Work!" Frustrated, he slammed his keys to the ground, beyond pissed as she watched him throw a tantrum. He tried turning on his phone, which was also soaked and not working, and then stuffed all his soaked belongings back into his pocket. "I had a feeling they might not work after being under water," said Natasha, shrugging her shoulders. "Come on and get back in and I'll drive you home. Where do you live?" "I'm off exit 27," Felix sulked, looking at his crumbled up muddy cash in his pocket. "It'll take over in hour in this weather. I appreciate it, but I'll just take a cab home and get my spare keys." "How about two hours with rush hour traffic in a storm like this," said Natasha. "You'll catch pneumonia! Now, let's go get you out of these clothes and into something warm. I'm off Mondays, and I only live five minutes from here. Now come on. I'm not taking no for an answer." Felix got in and used her cell phone to call his office. He was pissed yet grateful as it was only a five minute drive as they pulled up at a quaint little Victorian home and she pulled into the garage. "Just take off your shoes here, then I'll take you right upstairs and you can take a shower," Natasha told him as he was thrilled to finally get them off. "Socks too I guess, and I'll toss them in the wash." He followed her instructions, thrilled to finally get out of them, then she took him into the house and right upstairs to her bedroom. "Thanks," said Felix as she handed him a few towels and he went into the bathroom. "Just hand me out all your wet clothes and take your time warming up," said Natasha . "I'll leave you something to wear on the bed while I do the laundry." Felix did feel so much better finally getting out of the soaked muddy clothes. When undressed, he cracked open the door, handing Natasha everything before happily jumping into her shower. It wasn't what he was used to, using her scented soap and fruity smelling shampoo, but it felt great as the hot water soothed his cold body. He stayed in there a good fifteen minutes until finally coming out, seeing a red silk robe and a note on the bed. "Make yourself at home, and I put on some coffee to warm you up," her note read. "Be back in a few minutes." It was sensation like he had ever felt before, feeling the ultra soft silkiness slightly arouse him as he thoughtlessly slid his fingers over his hips and down his butt cheeks, actually enjoying the thin soft feel of the silk material. It was even more awkward now looking at his reflection in her robe as he brushed his wet hair back, grateful for her assistance and to be warm again as he knotted the belt. He walked downstairs, finding a coffee mug on the counter as he poured himself some coffee and sat down at her table. It felt so odd sitting in a stranger's kitchen in only a woman's robe, but after what he had been through it really didn't faze him. She was back in fifteen minutes with a bag filled with warm bagels and immediately he grabbed the robe, feeling it open as he stood up to greet her. "Wow," said Felix, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Bagels too. I can't thank you enough." "Oh please," said Natasha, flicking her wrist. "It's the least I can do and I'm sorry I can't do more. Here, butter your bagel and let me find you a little something so you won't feel uncomfortable." She ran upstairs and then within a minute came down handing him a little bag. "Here, these are new and I haven't worn them yet," said Natasha, turning around. "They should fit and they're a full cut so they feel pretty normal." It was extremely weird touching the white silk panties, which had just a touch of lace across the waistband. "Oh I don't know. I...I.." Felix started to say as he stretched them open, staring at the tiny ribbon in the middle of the waistband as he held them up. "Oh, it's fine!" giggled Natasha. "Trust me they're really comfortable. Now go ahead and put them on. Our bagels are getting cold." They were so soft and actually felt soothing as he slid them up his legs, delicately stepping into them. They were so thin and light compared to his normal cotton briefs, as he could feel the goosebumps run up his legs as they passed. When he snapped the waist band, he realized she was actually right, that they held him in appropriately and then sat down quickly closing his robe. "Ok, Thanks again," said Felix, keeping his legs tightly together as he down at the table. "See, no worries," said Natasha, cutting some fruit for him to have with his bagels. "We're about the same size, so relax and eat." "Oh, it's just they're new I guess," said Felix as he knocked his knife accidentally to the floor. "You've got a wonderful figure. I'm just kind of small for a guy." "Well, not that small," replied Natasha with a giggle, glancing down at him as she leaned over past his lap, picking up his knife and then catching herself. "It's just I'm a big boned woman. You know how us Russian women can be." "Big boned?" Flex blushed as he glanced down at his woody. "I mean... you've got nice bones." "Thanks," said Natasha, giving him a soft smile. "And not that I don't appreciate that, but I don't want anything here being misinterpreted. I'm in a pretty serious relationship, ok?" "Oh I wasn't..." Felix began to speak until her phone rang. "Speak of the devil," said Natasha, holding her finger over her mouth. "Sssshh. Just give me a second, ok?" She talked for a minute or two and then hung up, returning to their conversation. They sat having coffee and getting to know each other, really enjoying each other's company, as she turned out to be such a warm and caring person. "So I think I should be able to throw you underwear and socks in the dryer in a few minutes, and then we'll figure out something of mine you can wear home," said Natasha as her phone rang again. "Oh sorry it's my boyfriend again. He's relentless sometimes." She talked for a minute and then started back pedaling as she got defensive on the phone. "No, it's not a good time. Seriously you have to stop with this jealousy thing, Reggie," said Natasha as their conversation elevated to an argument. "No, I just have my friend here from high school. Her name's ahhh ahh Fel.. Felicty. It's been a long time and we're catching up. Ok, love you and see you later." "You ok?" asked Felix as she put down her phone, looking stressed out. "I'm fine. I'm fine!.. It's just I got drunk one night and cheated on him and now he's like a jealous maniac," said Natasha, wiping her eyes. "It was completely my fault and he didn't catch me, but I just couldn't keep it inside so I told him. That was two years ago before we were even serious, but he still never lets up. Give me a minute ok.....I'm going to go throw your socks and underwear in the dryer." As she left the room, Felix felt bad for her as he sat there having another cup of coffee. He looked down, noticing the tent was gone from his panties and hesat back taking his last bite of bagel. As he sat back he was startled by her phone vibrating on the table and looked down, seeing a message from Reggie. "Ah Natasha," yelled Felix. "Can you come back in here right away please. It's Reggie! He's on his way." "Holy shit!" yelled Natasha, racing back into the kitchen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to read your messages, but it buzzed and I just looked down," said Felix. "Just lend me anything to wear and I'll get out of here quickly. I don't want to cause you any problems." "This isn't Macy's, Felix," said Natasha panicking as she picked up her phone, texting back to him. "I don't have any guy's clothes to give you or you'd be in them already. Also, anything my boyfriend might have here are like double your size. He's 6'4" and if he catches you here he'll beat the shit out of you and me. And if he catches you in his clothes, he'll fucking kill you!" "Holy crap," Felix started shaking. "Just hide me. Where can I hide and I won't make a sound." "He's like fifteen minutes away'. said Natasha, quickly clearing the table and rinsing the mugs. "Holy shit! Quick, let's get you in my office in the back." She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him through the living room and into her office, closing the door. "How can I hide here?" asked Felix, confused and looking around. "It's a glass French door. You can see right in here." "Sit down and trust me," replied Natasha, pulling the cover off a barber type red chair. "You're pretty fair skinned and I'm really good at my job. Now sit. There's not much time." "Wait, I don't understand," said Felix, sitting down confused as she instantly dropped a long cape over his entire body and snapped the collar behind his neck. "What's your job?" "And you don't need to. I'll do everything," said Natasha turning on a sink and letting the water run. "I'm a Cosmetologist and I should be able to get enough done in fifteen minutes so he'll be none the wiser." "A what?" said Felix confused as he looked up seeing her rub a brush into some hot lather. "A cosmetologist. A makeup artist silly," said Natasha, lathering his face now. "He's expecting a girlfriend of mine from high school to be here, and by the time he gets here, she will be. Now don't move and I'll have you looking the part in no time!" "You must be kidding me," replied Felix, stunned. "No seriously I'm not," said Natasha, folding open the long blade of her straight razor. "He never comes in here anyway when I'm doing someone's face, so just let me paint you up, say hello in your softest voice and I'll get rid of him." "You sure?" asked Felix astounded at the turn of events. "Of course, I'm sure! Look around at all the pretty faces I've done," replied Natasha, shaving him as he glanced around at all the wedding pictures, formal portraits, and pretty faces in frames around the room. "Plus don't take this the wrong way, but those bad sideburns had to go." "Ok," said Felix solemnly. "I had them for three years now." "That's three years too long, honey," said Natasha, quickly zipping off any facial hair. "And how old are you, Felix?" "Twenty five, why?" Felix replied nervously as she put down her razor. "Because whether you're a guy or girl, no one should have a unibrow at any age," said Natasha as he felt her push something sticky between his brows. "Sorry, but this I was dying to fix since the moment I met you." "Awwweeee!" moaned Felix as she quickly waxed away the hairs between his brows. "Sorry, but that's a good soft voice. Use that and don't say too much else and we'll be fine," said Natasha. "Now be still one second as I'm just doing minor shaping as I can't leave them like this. It'll be nothing anyone would notice and very unisex. Trust me, if you were really a girl in my salon I'd be taking away double the amount." Butterflies filled his stomach as he watched her put down the tweezer and scissor and began to rub an ointment all over his face. When she finished, she wheeled over a cart with a series of thin drawers and opened the first one. He saw canister after canister of flesh colored creams as he watched a small sponge dip into an orangey tan color and then felt a dab across his jawline and chin. She worked quickly, taking a larger sponge and dipping into a lighter beige color as she blended seemingly all above his cheeks and nose. She took a moment now as he watched her turn on a machine and then felt a small puff of air as he looked up, seeing a small metallic trigger. "Eyes closed until I tell you," said Natasha, working with some small tubes. "You're about to get airbrushed. Trust me ok?" He had little choice, giving a small nod as it took only moments until he felt the cool air wheezing against his skin. It actually felt pretty soothing as the air dispursed all around his face as she ever so precisely moved the nozzle. It didn't take more than a minute or two until he felt it stop and she switched off the compressor, tapping his shoulder. "Ok open for a minute and look up at the light and don't look down please," Natasha told him as she stretched his eye lids with one hand and approached with her pencil in the other. She moved with such a steady precision, guiding the pencil at the inside of his lash line and then closed his eye as he felt a liquid glide across the outer upper lash line. When she finished, she blew on it a few times before switching sides as she repeated everything on the other eye. In some ways she was so gentle, yet in others so brutal as she clamped down on his lashes with her curler, squeezing and holding a few times before separating them with a brush. She flipped her mascara wand back and forth like it was a baton, using both a thick and thin end, practically spinning and catching it as it whisked through his lashes so fluently, thickening and coating multiple times. She held him from blinking for a few minutes now as she held open his eyes with her fingers and worked at his waterlines. It was odd as he directed his pupils to look every which way until finally she let go and opened another drawer filled with dark colors and pastels. With his eyes closed, she switched back on her compressor as he felt her airbrushing at his lids and beneath his brows. When she switched it off, he felt the softest touch yet as she began blending at his lids with a small applicator. It was so gentle and soothing as she stroked away almost putting him to sleep and then finally switched back on her compressor. "Suck in like a fish for me," teased Natasha as he sucked in his cheeks. "You've actually got great cheek bones." The air only crossed his cheeks now as she moved and positioned his face with her finger as he oddly held in his cheeks . When she let him release it, she took a small brush at the sides of his nose and then followed with a big puffy one, blending. The brushes only got bigger each time now as she started at his forehead and then down the bridge of his nose. He was trying not to sneeze as she tickled him at his chin and then again worked back and forth at each cheek. With a pencil now, she was working at the edge of his lips until quickly she pulled it away as she heard a car pull up into the drive way and hastily opened the bottom drawer. He looked down, seeing what looked like reams of hair as she seemed to grab a few long brown sections in her hand and hold them against his head. Within seconds, she made a swift decision and she tossed them to the side and then squirted some gel into her palms. It felt weird as she coated his hair before taking a comb, brushing it back and then up from the neckline. It really wasn't long enough for her to do much with until he watched her grab the long section she had tossed to the side and noticed her squeeze open a small, somewhat hidden clip at the end before he felt her pinch it in at the crown of his head. He could feel the tension as he looked left, seeing her grab two brown bobbi pins and then saw her extend a small long brown section before wrapping it around from left to right and around again. He could feel the pins slightly touching his scalp, and then she came right in front of him with a big brush and a rat tailed comb. "We've less than a minute until he barges in and I can't do much else with what I've got here because your hair is too short," said Natasha, brushing away from his face as she heard his key turning in the front door. "You look pretty good except your brows are just hideous. I trimmed them and fixed them, but I'm going to cover them as much as I can ok?" "Ok?" Felix was panicking. "You sure he won't notice anything?" "No, no," said Natasha, taking her little brow comb and trimming them again. "Relax. Let me just do a bit more here and it'll be fine. Please don't freak out on us." She took the back of her comb, quickly digging the pointy rat tail through his scalp and then brushed across his forehead. He normally kept his hair combed back away from his face, so it just seemed weird seeing it in front of his eyes but that didn't last long as ever so suddenly she trimmed right across the bridge of his nose. He barely knew what hit him as she took a big brush, softly wiping any little snips that sat at the bridge of his nose and brushing through it, making some small adjustments. Before he could barely blink, she was dipping it in powder coating every inch of his face and then took some hairspray, saturating his entire head. Quickly now she opened the last drawer that looked more like an artist's pallet, dipping her brush into a matte light pale red color and then stroked across his lips, coating them. It was just in the nick of time as he could hear the footsteps coming towards them as he felt his palms growing sweaty as she worked on his lips. "Hey ladies," said a muscular black man gently knocking on the glass. "Hey babe," replied Natasha, waving him in as he came right over, kissing her on the lips. "I like that shirt. Someone with some good taste must have bought you that." "Yeah, she did! And nice to see you, Felicity." Reggie was squeezing her ass and then turned towards Felix. "I always look forward to meeting Natasha's old friends. You look fantastic." "Nice to meet you too, and thanks," said Felix softly, amazed at how broad he was, quickly understanding how easily Reggie could have kicked his ass. "She's afraid to look. She's not used to being all made up and looking fabulous," said Natasha, impressed with her work. "But Reggie's right. You look beautiful. Even better than I thought." "Really?" asked Felix, surprised. "Of course! You've got great skin and a wonderful pear shaped face," said Natasha, brushing on a little more powder. "Remember how nice and moist your skin was before we even began today? Just try to cut back on those organic facials. I had to clean quite a bit of the dirt from your pores from maybe overdoing it with the mud?" "Oh yes?" replied Felix almost laughing. "I'll be sure to follow that advice." "So I've heard so much about all your old high school stories. I feel like I already know so many of her old friends," said Reggie as Felix could barely take his eyes off his popping bicep. "Oh I doubt that," said Felix softly. "But it was really nice of you to stop in on your way to work to meet me, Reggie. Hopefully next time I'm in town we can all go out." "Oh, you're leaving already?" asked Reggie, looking disappointed. "Oh, I wish I didn't have to, but I'm only here for today and she talked me into this little makeover," said Felix, rolling his eyes. "We've done some wonderful catching up, but after we do some shopping I'll have to be on my way. I didn't get this made up just to not go anywhere right?" "I'm sure," said Reggie. "Then let me take you ladies to my new restaurant, and then you can be on your way. Even Natasha hasn't seen it yet, and she's been so damn busy at the salon I haven't been able to get her there." "Wait, it opened already?" said Natasha, shaking her head and feeling stupid. "Ah yeah on Saturday!" replied Reggie with a smirk. "Remember I told you that we were ahead of schedule on all the construction and opening early, but you were so busy doing brides this weekend I guess you really weren't listening." "Oh honey, I'm so so sorry! You know the spring is the busiest time of year for me with all the weddings, and right now Mondays are the only day we're closed," said Natasha, feeling terrible and giving him a big kiss. "I really should have been there for your grand opening. The renderings looked so elegant. I bet it turned out beautiful. I'm so proud of you honey, and so sorry I forgot." "It's ok. You were there for the other two, so what's the difference. I know it's because you're amazing at your job and you're so in demand" replied Reggie, wrapping his arms around her and initiating an extremely deep kiss this time. "And that's exactly why I'm not taking no for an answer now, so we're going there for lunch. If we don't now, who knows when?" "Oh what a wonderful idea. You two go have fun," said Felix, giving Natasha a look. "Maybe just call me a cab Natasha, and I wish you all the best with the new place, Reggie." "Absolutely not, Felicity," said Reggie, getting stern. "Now we'll go have a nice lunch and then you two go have a ball shopping and doing girl stuff." "Honey, what Felicity is saying is she didn't really come with clothes appropriate for a place like yours," said Natasha, trying to get them out of it. "Don't make her feel uncomfortable. Now how about after I drop her off later I'll meet you for dinner?" "You kidding babe! You didn't make her up to look spectacular for nothing did you?" said Reggie, pecking one more kiss before turning away. "Just lend her one of your dresses while I call and have them set up our table. You've been working so hard, and the two of you deserve a good meal." "Oh shit," mouthed Felix as Reggie dialed his restaurant and stepped out of the room. "Quick, upstairs while he's on the phone," yelped Natasha, pulling off the cape and taking him by the hand. "Are you crazy, Natasha?" whispered Felix. "This was bad enough, but no way can I pull this off!" "Well not if he sees you in this robe like that you can't!" said Natasha, pointing down to his little bulge and hairy legs. "Now hurry up before he sees you." "This is insane!" said Felix as they raced up the stairs and into her bedroom, locking the door. Immediately she switched on the tub and then pulled off his robe as he was mortified as he watched her rummage through her vanity. "Get in and just stand there," said Natasha. "It'll be quicker if I just do it and you'll probably nick yourself. Now spread wide and stand still please." "Is this really all necessary, Natasha?" asked Felix. "Please just lend me some jeans and we'll get this over.... No wayyyyyy!" As he stepped in, he turned towards her immediately engrossed by his made up reflection in the mirror, feeling the warm water touch his toes. He couldn't believe how he looked, swishing his cheeks and swivelling his neck, astounded at how well she had disguised his face. He stood there flabbergasted as she tapped his inner thigh to open wider in nothing but his white panties as she filled her palm with foam. It took only a moment until he was standing in about an inch of water as quickly she was lathering up his legs. He wanted to turn away but really couldn't, as it was strange enough having his face done but he couldn't see it, yet now he found himself captivated, looking down andwatching her carve away section after section at his thighs. She was like a surgeon, ever so precisely alternating tools as she changed blades and even complete razors once both thighs were bare. She turned and twisted the angles and directions now as she navigated his knees and then finally his ankles, and before he knew it, his legs had been sexily transformed. He thought he was finished until she lifted his arms, stroking away the hair at his pits and mostly bare chest, then totally didn't expect her to swipe away the small amount of hair he had from his forearms. He felt goosebumps as she rubbed some ointment across legs and arms before she took his hand and he stepped from the tub. He was shivering as she dragged him back into the bedroom, opening her closet and tossing a number of things on the bed. She held up dress after dress against him until they were interrupted as Reggie was calling out. "Almost ready, ladies?" yelled Reggie up the stairs. "Ah no! We need some time here. Be patient and don't rush us please!" yelled Natasha. "We've got some girl issues to deal with ok?" "Oh, sure," said Reggie. "That always shuts them up," whispered Natasha before yelling down. "Go have a beer and I taped the game for you." She pulled a few dresses over his head now, until finally she stepped back, nodding. He wasn't exactly sure how to take her reaction, as his eyes widened at seeing her tossing bras and panties on the bed. It wasn't long before she slipped his arms in a black lacey bra, and it was ever so unnerving as she buckled it in the back. "This is a trick we all do, so maybe someday you'll catch a girlfriend doing it," said Natasha, opening her nightstand and pulling out a roll of black duct tape. "It'll at least make it look like you've got something there." She unrolled the tape and held it against his body, measuring the length against his chest. She then tore a strip that measured from armpit to armpit and reached behind him, unbuckling his bra. "Woahhhh," squealed Felix, surprised as she adhered the end of the tape below his armpit at the side of his chest and pushed together the small fleshy portions of his man breasts. He was astounded looking down, seeing the little cleavage of his squeezed together breasts before she re-buckled his bra and then began stuffing it with rolled up nude hose. It took a few pairs on each side before each cup took shape as she constantly twisted and adjusted until she was satisfied. "Ok this part you'll need to do yourself, but these are the tightest pair I have and if I give you the dress I'm thinking of then it won't be an issue," said Natasha, handing him a black lacy panty. "Kinda pull back your junk and we'll give it a shot." It was nothing like the soft white silk panty he had on as she turned her back, giving him a moment of privacy. This time the panty was considerably smaller, with a black lacy front and high cut at the sides. It had an extremely thin section between his legs which was still soft, but seemed to contain some lycra stretching as he stepped into it. He was turning beet red as he pulled himself back, astonished by its firm elasticity as he tugged it up into place before feeling completely taken a back as it parted his butt cheeks, tightly settling in his crack. "Woah. This feels too weird," said Felix, looking down at himself. "And I can still see at least some of me poking forward." "Oh that's not too bad," said Natasha, turning around and inspecting. "Just a touch of shape and it'll cover nicely as long as you keep yourself. You know... calm down there." "Why wouldn't I!" whined Felix. "I'm not some pervert getting turned on by being in women's underwear." "Relax sweetie. I never said that, and these are just a bikini cut, because from what I noticed you've way too much to wear one of my g- strings," said Natasha, walking behind him and giving a little tug, pulling the panties further inside the crack of his ass. "But let's just make sure the beans stay pulled inside and the frank stays tucked between your legs to be safe ok? Plus these will help." "I guess," gulped Felix as she rolled up some nude hose for him to step into. "Think of it this way Felix. You should be proud," teased Natasha. "You're definitely the quickest guy ever to get into my panties." "Not funny," smiled Felix, loosening up for a moment. "Oh come on you liked that one! I saw that smile, which by the way looks pretty damn good in this lip color," said Natasha, taking a dress from the bed and unzipping the back. "Now step in and let's make sure this one works, but I'm pretty sure it will now that I've got some curves on you." He was really not amused as he stepped into the open dress and before he even blinked, she was zipping it up the back. She bent down, tugging at the hem and straightening the shape as she checked it in every direction, making sure everything would work. He reached down, feeling the material before touching the skirts flap, amazed at how she had fitted him and even more astonished that his manly parts had been camouflaged. She patted the bed for him to sit down and then sat next to him, lifting his leg and putting her foot against his, getting a gauge on his foot size. She rummaged through her closet looking for something she thought might work and then finally emerged with a few different pairs. "Oh no!" cried Felix, immediately challenging her choices. "No fucking way, Natasha." "Oh please! They're not that high, and I picked the lowest ones that I could work with what we were able to dress you in," said Natasha, sitting down and trying one right on his foot. "Now it's not like you can just fit into anything I've got, so that limits us to things that are open or will stretch a little." She tried on a few on just the right foot and then by the fourth pair she nodded, seemingly pleased, putting on the left shoe. "Stand up," said Natasha. "Natasha, please I'll fall on my ass trying to walk in these," said Felix, half crying as he looked down at his toes. "Oh just think heel to toe with each step and go slow. No one will rush you," replied Natasha, ignoring his whining. "Think about it this way. I'd concentrate on not falling on your ass so you can avoid having Reggie kicking your ass. If you keep that part in mind, I bet you'll be prancing around in these little heels in no time. Now practice while I change." "Oh boy," Felix moaned as he now took a few steps balancing, as Natasha went into the bathroom to change. He walked back and forth ever so gingerly extending his hands at his side to balance and steady himself. He was panicking as he wasn't too great at it, gaining very little confidence until she returned five minutes later, instantly distracting him from his worries. "Holy moly?" sighed Felix as she had quickly changed and pumped up her makeup, which made a considerable difference. It was jaw dropping as she was now in a tight, form fitting opal colored sweater dress, whose micro-fibers sparkled in the light, revealing her every curve. Not that she didn't look attractive in her jeans and boots, but she was absolutely stunning now all made up and in spikey heels. It was amazing how a change from a natural matte lip to a high pink gloss instantly made her lips look so luscious, and how the high shine blush radiated her face. She didn't do much with her long blonde hair except remove her pony, but it looked ever so stylishly perfect, falling in a pin straight style with a deep side part on the left. "Why thank you," Smiled Natasha, sliding her long pink nails through her hair before loading a few things in her purse. "But you should really get a good look at Miss Felicity all dressed up for her debut. She's a head turner. Come on I'll show you." Natasha now took his hand and led him back into her bathroom as he quickly got a full view of himself. It was so hard to imagine only hours earlier he was in his suit on his way to work, but oddly now he was dressed in chic daytime attire. His poly-blend stretchy dress resembled something that could be two pieces, as it was black on top and the attached skirt was a light red. Immediately he realized why she picked what he did for him, as from his waist line a single soft red strip of about four inches inch of material flared out, circling as it hung down just thick enough to cover any little bulge that might be pushing beneath the underskirt. Beneath it, his matching pencil skirt was skin tight, hugging his hips and ass and hemming a good six inches above his neatly shaven knees. Above the skirt, the black top had long sheer three quarter sleeves, and it's bodice was quite form fitting, hugging his rib cage before highlighting the generous, perfectly rounded c-cup she had molded atop his chest. At the neckline though, it was high and rounded, covering up most of his now busty appearance, expect for the sewn in sheer black v- shaped inlet that matched his sleeves, yet highlighted his taped embellished cleavage, drawing any attention away from anything below as he had trouble taking his own eyes away from his boobs. "Hey!" teased Natasha, snapping her fingers, breaking his boobie trance "Nice rack you've got right?" "I guess?" sighed Felix, reaching up, cupping them, touching them and amazed at how they looked in the dress. "It's pretty crazy!" "I think you mean pretty sexy," giggled Natasha. "Bet that wasn't something you thought about in this morning's mishaps. Anyway, a little pushing and shaping I helped with of course, but half the girls I know would kill for your calves." He gulped as even Natasha had to tip her hat at how his thin shapely legs looked utterly fantastic poking out from his skirt in sheer hose. On his feet were 3 inch pointy red sling backs, that allowed the heel of his foot to hang a bit off the back of the shoe, creating the extra room he needed as he was in pumps a good 2 sizes too small for him. That certainly didn't help his walking, but they surely weren't that overly high that he couldn't manage, even if he really didn't want to try. "Turn for me and let me try these, Felicity," said Natasha as he watched her lift an earring towards his ear. "This will look pretty with that. Just don't shake your head too hard, as I don't have many clip ons and they do move sometimes." When she turned his face clipping on the other side, it was weird noticing the weight at his pinched lobe. It only took a moment until he turned straight back facing himself , astounded, watching his big earrings sway and his pony glide towards the other shoulder. She had clipped large thin black hoops to each ear that had small black onyx rhinestone chips circling them, drawing glimmer after glimmer in the reflection. They rebounded off each side of his neck as he twisted, stroking the long pony that streamed to the middle of his shoulder blades, realizing it was going nowhere as it was pinned in tightly. It blended so seamlessly, looking a shade or two lighter than his slicked back sandy brown natural hair, that somehow she made appear to be flowing uninterruptedly right into the dirty blonde pony. What was more eye opening was what she did in front, as he knew his hair wasn't longer than six inches all around except now she had trimmed it down a bit, covering his forehead into simple bangs that mostly covered his trimmed brows. She now slipped a red and then a black plastic Bengal bracelet over his right wrist as he batted his thick dark lashes and squished his rosey cheeks. He winked a few times, staring at how she had used mostly taupe and light tan shadows behind thinly lined lids to highlight his natural blue eyes, which had never before looked this big. He licked his lips, now tasting the creamy lip paste she had brushed on, only to ponder how the natural looking light red color didn't seem that much darker than his normal lip, yet made his lips look so full and luscious as she pinned a tiny red tied ribbon bow clip to the left side of his pony, adding the smallest touch of dainty flare. "Ok, let's get this over with," said Natasha, spraying some perfume on his neck. "Just relax and act natural. Honestly you look amazing." "Thanks I guess," said Felix, still kind of stunned he could actually look this pretty. "But you definitely... definitely sure no one can...." "No chance," said Natasha interrupting him. "Your makeup came out spectacular honey, and the dress looks incredible on you. It's a peplum dress, meaning the skirt has an extra flap above the fitted skirt that flares out just enough in case any of your extra junk decides to push out a little. The truth is that strategically placed peplum redefines the natural body shape into the ideal hourglass proportioned shape, which couldn't be more perfect in your case, especially since you've got little hips. Now, you've got gorgeous legs, some decent cleavage and a hot body so now try to relax. Just be like any other pretty girl out having a nice lunch." "Relax! I can't relax. I can't believe I even pass?" said Felix, shaking his head as Natasha loaded a purse for him. "Let alone think I look pretty!" "Half the girls I do makeup on don't look this pretty with their hair down, and yours is up off your face. You've got nothing to worry about, so let's get this over with," Natasha opened the bedroom door and handed him a red leather shoulder bag. "Just put this over your shoulder, hold the rail and you'll be fine in those shoes. Remember you're Felicity now." Felix followed like an apprehensive puppy, gingerly navigating each step in his shoes and skirt. "Wow," said Reggie, raising his eye brows, seeing them as they got down stairs. "You girls clean up well." "Yes we do and that's the best compliment you got." Natasha gave him a playful slap at his chest before initiating a firm kiss on her boyfriend and slipping him some momentary tongue. "Now are we ready or what? I'm starving." "You got it ladies," said Reggie, grabbing his car keys and opening the door. He held open his umbrella for them, making sure not an ounce of water got on either one of them as they got in his car. It wasn't cold out, but Felix did feel a slight chill of the rainy day on his thin hosed legs, stepping into the backseat of Reggie's Mercedes. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as the momentary goosebumps covered his calves as he sat tugging at his skirt behind Natasha, rubbing himself to warm up. It was a short ride to the restaurant as he mostly stared out the window while Natasha's motor mouth barely stopped telling Reggie some made up stories about their high school days. "Oh, it looks fabulous!" spouted Natasha as they pulled up. "Oh Reggie! It's amazing." "Thanks babe!" said Reggie, pecking a quick kiss as the valet opened their door. As his door opened, it was ever so strange placing his heeled foot on the ground and then looked up, seeing the valet's umbrella open and extended hand. He took the hand, stepping from the car as he soon found Reggie placing his left arm around him and holding his umbrella with the other hand. He looked over, seeing Natasha holding onto an umbrella and the other side as before he knew it they were inside and at each side of Reggie. He was completely uncomfortable being led by this big strong guy as he stared down at his feet clicking across the granite with each step. He had to admit it was quite an impressive large diner like restaurant, which was really hopping for a Monday, as Reggie led them to a corner table and they all sat down. Felix didn't say much, mostly staring at the lipstick stain he was leaving on the brim of his coffee cup with each sip as he daydreamed, drinking his coffee. In a moment it was like a smorgasbord of food filling their table as Reggie snapped his fingers and tons of pastries, muffins, and different types of bread arrived. "Oh Reggie," groaned Natasha, biting into a few different things as a series of drinks arrived. "So good, and you remember my mimosa! Excellent!" "Of course honey! Eat please, Felicity. Please go ahead and enjoy," said Reggie, turning towards him. "You're so quiet! How could you be one of Natasha's friends? She never shuts up. Here, maybe a drink will loosen you up!" "And that's why we're perfect together!" teased Natasha. "Right Felicity!" "Exactly," Felix grinned, biting a muffin and taking the orange champagne glass. "Really good Reggie. My compliments to the chef!" "Thanks!" said Reggie. "So what's your deal Felicity? Married? Boyfriend or what?" "Reggie!" said Natasha, playfully punching him. "She's been through a lot recently, so let's not get into stuff like that." "Sorry," giggled Reggie. "I just was curious, and we could double date one night. Or worst case I could hook her up with someone." "Let's just say I'm between relationships," replied Felix, annoyed. "Thanks, but maybe some other time ok?" "Sure, no problem," said Reggie. "So how about work? What do you do for a living?" "Well I used to work up until very, very recently." Felix gave Natasha a look before downing another mimosa. "But I'm pretty sure after I cut out today, I'm fired!" "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" said Reggie stunned. "I didn't know. I guess I better shut up." "It's ok," said Felix, taking another mimosa. "I hated the commute and the job paid like shit! I've done many different types of things over the years, so I don't even care anymore. I've been in real estate, banking, marketing, and plenty of industries. I even waited tables in a place like this when I was back in college. I'll land on my feet." "I guess that why it's nice to have old friends like Natasha," said Reggie, wiping his face with his napkin and getting up. "I'll go check on a few things and be right back, ok ladies." "So how am I doing?" asked Felix, grabbing another drink. "Not bad, but slow down ok?" said Natasha, taking the drink away from him. "And don't stuff your face so much. Try to eat like a lady, please." "Sorry, good advice," replied Felix as Natasha opened his pocketbook, handing him his lipstick. "Here, just touch up," said Natasha, opening a compact fixing her lips and then handing it to Felix. It was strange unscrewing the tube and then applying it to his lips. When he finished, Natasha gave him a small nod of approval as Reggie returned. "So you wanted to compliment the chef and here he is," said Reggie. "This is our head chef, Dirk. He's fantastic!" "Dirk, I didn't know you were back in town," said Natasha, getting up and hugging him. "It's so nice to see you again! What's it been, like three maybe four years?" "Well thirty nine months to be exact," said Dirk with a smirk. "And I'm damn glad to be back, and for your boyfriend to hook me up again." "Wonderful, and this is my friend, Felicity," said Natasha. "She was the one singing your praises!" "Oh thank you, Felicity," said Dirk extending his hand. "Oh you're welcome." Felix softly shook hands. "I can't say enough about these pastries. Fantastic and what wonderful buns you have to." "I'm flattered, Felicity," said Dirk blushing. "So you sit down and take a break, Dirk." Reggie ushered him next to Felicity. "I just want to show Natasha a few things and we'll be right back. Come on honey, and I'll have Dirk keep you company for a few minutes, Felicity." Felix gulped as he now found himself staring at the huge black guy sitting next to him as he slid over a few inches. If it was even possible, Dirk was actually bigger and even broader than Reggie, at least 6'6" of solid muscle and outweighing him by a good hundred plus pounds. They sat talking all about life in general, but for Dirk everything revolved around food. It was the longest ten minutes of his life, until suddenly Dirk's cell phone rang. "Oh excuse me for a moment, Felicity," said Dirk answering. "Hey Reggie? Wow... are you kidding? Congratulations! That's fantastic news. I'm so happy for you two... Sure... sure.. I'll put her on." "Hello?" said Felix surprised. "Felicity, I'm so so sorry but I'll have to interrupt our day together for just a little while," screamed Natasha as she was beyond excited. "We just got engaged." "Oh I'm so happy for you," said Felicity, sliding an inch away from Dirk. "But you're still coming right back right?" "Well that's the thing Felicity... my wonderful old friend. I had no idea. He surprised me outside in the restaurant garden," said Natasha, practically giddy. "And right now we're on our way to tell our parents. Just hang tight with Dirk and I'll be back for you later, ok?" "You're kidding, right?" said Felix feeling his stomach sink. "How much later?" "You'll be fine. He's a great guy and just enjoy the restaurant," said Natasha. "I'm sorry hon. Gotta go! I'll see you later sweetie ok?" "Now that was long time coming, but I'm still pretty shocked," said Dirk. "I thought they'd never get engaged after all this time." "Oh it's been a day of shocks," said Felix, reaching over and downing another mimosa. "Dirk, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've got an emergency in the back," said the hostess coming over. "Excuse me," said Dirk hurrying away as Felix just sat back, trying to get a little buzz. He could hear some screaming in the back until Dirk finally came back, looking shaken. He sat back down with Felix now, sharing a mimosa, frustrated as he sipped his champagne glass before dialing his phone and calling Reggie. "So sorry to bother you buddy on this joyous day, but we've got a big issue," said Dirk. "Alice just flipped out and quit." Dirk sat listening now as Reggie carried on lecturing him and then finally seemed to calm down. "Really, that would really be huge," said Dirk. "I think she'll fit in it and we need one desperately. Here, I'll put her on." "Hello?" asked Felix surprised as he found himself on the phone with Reggie. "So Felicity, I think I can really help you with the job situation?" said Reggie. "Would you mind telling me how much you were making?" "I doubt that Reggie," said Felix. "But I was making forty thousand. Why, do you know people in management?" "Of course I do, and you just got a big raise," said Reggie. "I'll pay you forty five thousand plus tips, and I really need your help, so you start immediately. How does that sound?" "Sounds fantastic, but I'm kind of not dressed for the job right now, so thanks but I'll have to pass," said Felix looking down at his boobs and dress. "No you don't understand, and I'm not taking no for an answer," said Reggie. "Fine, I'll pay you fifty grand a year plus tips, and you'd be working for me. I need someone to eventually manage the restaurant who is smart and pretty and is a hard worker, willing to roll up their sleeves like you!" "Oh I'm definitely a hard worker and willing to do what it takes but I...," Felix began to say as Natasha grabbed away the phone from Reggie. "Hey Felicity, it's me. One sec ok?" said Natasha, walking away from Reggie and then whispering to Felix. "It'll keep you busy until we get back and I'm sorry, but it'll be awhile. Now Reggie's really in a bind and you can consider us even for me helping you earlier, ok? Now I really can't talk so just follow what Dirk says and it'll be no big deal. Just go with the flow and I'll see you later." "So it's a yes?" said Dirk excited as Felix hung up the phone. "I guess I'm going to help manage things around here," said Felix. "What exactly does a manager do?" "Oh just about everything, but you're not a manager yet Felicity, as I'm pretty sure Reggie said eventually, right?" said Dirk standing up and grabbing his hand. "Yeah well.. something like that," replied Felix, realizing his big paw had surrounded his little hand as he helped him from his seat. "Follow me, honey," said Dirk leading her to the backroom. "In a place like this, you need to know how to do every job and fill in for anyone that's absent. You're what we call in the biz a management trainee and your first job is to fill in for Alice that just quit." "Wait, didn't you say Alice was a waitress?" said Felix. "Correct and it's definitely a good thing you had some experience from college waiting tables, because it's about to get super busy tonight," said Dirk, closing the door. "Now I'll give you some privacy to change and tonight's waitress outfits are on the rack in back corner. Tonight's the pink ones, and I'm sure you'll find one that fits." As the door closed, Felix felt ready to vomit as he looked all around at the stockroom. His eyes flared in every direction, searching for a window to jump out of and then he noticed the small door of the staff restroom. It had only the tiniest casement window near the top that was good for nothing but ventilation as he sulked back, leaning against the sink staring at himself in the mirror. He wanted to scream but knew he couldn't, having no money, identification or phone. He took a few minutes trying to find a way out, but finally came to the realization his options were limited to one. He sulked to the restroom, turning towards the uniform rack and seeing an entire row of pastel pink staring back at him. His head began pounding now as he reached behind his back, struggling with his zipper. It took three or four tries until he finally got it down and then stepped out of his dress and shoes. He looked at the tag in the back, seeing the size eight, and then took an eight from the rack, unzipping it and stepping in. He zipped it half way up the back and then stepped in the mirror, realizing it seemed tight on top and showed off more than he expected of his legs. He was not used to having to make sure his boobs were appropriately placed in his outfit, but had no interest in drawing more attention to himself as his bra was totally exposed. He stepped out of it ,trying on the next size up which was a ten and quickly noticing it was no longer too short on him. Now it only divulged some cleavage, and not what was beneath it as he now realized he had on the right size. It was certainly more comfortable sliding his feet into the sneaker like white shoes rather than the heels, and then took the small accessory bag from the rack. He opened it, placing the white apron cross his skirt and tying the strings in a bow on the back. He wasn't exactly sure how the little hat was supposed to go on his head, and he went into the bathroom figuring out how to slide the two attached bobbi pins into his hair and pulled out his little bow hair clip. He was shaking now as he tried zipping up the back until a knock startled him. "Felicity, you ok in there?" yelled Dirk, knocking at the door. "Yes, just a minute," yelled Felix, working up some nerve. He stared at himself in a pink polyester vintage waitress outfit, now hardly believing where this day had taken him. Across his waist was a white lacy apron which sat atop a huge frilly full skirt, and at his left upper lapel was small white shiny name tag which was blank. He had nothing to worry about concerning anyone seeing any of his manhood, as the skirts ruffled design and white linen under layer with flexible underwire would easily mask that. It was certainly longer than the dress he was in previously, this time hemming right around his knees, but this time had short cuffed sleeves showing off his bare arms. On top though, it's open v-neck collar did make his boobs actually appear even perkier than they were in his last dress, and it's non-forgiving material seemed to hug them so firmly as it didn't stretch. In a way he was lucky that she had put his hair in a pony, as no way could he have figured out how to pull it back or rearrange himself and place on his little white waitress hat. It was hard enough straightening the pins that held it in place, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with the big earrings, as with all the hurrying he just left them on. He tried one last time getting the zipper all the way to the top before giving up and walking over, cracking the door. "Uuumm do you mind Dirk?" asked Felix, shyly turning his back to the door. "Of course not," said Dirk, softly rubbing his finger inside the dress before zipping him up. "I see you found something that seems to fit well." "Yeah, I think so," replied Felix softly. "Good, then here's your table assignment sheet," said Dirk, handing him a sheet and some menus. "And if you want to give me your id and information, we'll process your paperwork so we can get you in the system." "Oh, I've got nothing on me. This was a last minute thing, even coming to lunch," said Felix back pedaling. "No worries, we'll do it when you come in tomorrow," said Dirk, taking a sharpie and biting open the cap. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. So go familiarize yourself with the menu and let's get you started, Miss Felicity." "Ok?" said Felix, looking down as he watched Dirk write on the nameplate attached to the uniform. "Hey," said Dirk, touching his chin and turning his face towards him. "Smile! I know you thought you were starting in management, but trust me he did you a favor as you'll make more money doing this for now. Plus if you bat those pretty eyes and show off those pearly whites, then no one will get better tips than you will. Look around at the other girls, Felicity. Obviously you're the prettiest waitress here, so if you play your cards right then trust me they won't even come close to your earnings. Now get out there, honey." "Woooaaahhh!" Felix gulped as Dirk slapped his ass to get moving before turning and walking into the kitchen. He looked down at the word Felicity written across his name plate, with hearts replacing the dots above the "I"s and a smiley face before and after his new name. It was unfathomable as he turned, seeing people being seated at his tables, as in less than one day he had gone from a business man to a pretty waitress as he put on his fakest smile, heading towards his tables. He was pretty rusty at first, not having done this in a long time, but then quickly adjusted as he had little choice as customers made demands almost immediately. In a way time was flying now as he lost track of it, until he looked outside realizing it pitch black and the restaurant was still hopping. He started worrying now about when Natasha was coming back for him, and then a few hours later realized she still wasn't back as he was helping to clean as it started slowing down. "So are they coming soon?" Felix asked as Dirk walked in on him cleaning a table. "Am I really working a double shift on my first day." "Reggie said he should be here soon," said Dirk, basically ignoring any of his whining. "I told you that you'd kick ass and I'm pretty sure you did, huh?" "Yeah?" replied Felix, looking down at all his credit card receipts and his small stack of cash in his pocket. "His restaurants are damn popular. He's a lucky guy." "Yes, I am and that makes your friend Natasha a lucky girl, right?" Reggie answered, startling him. "Come, let's go talk in my office." "Oh hey Reggie," said Felix, putting his hand over his heart and following him. "Sure." "Please sit down. So I hear you did really well this evening?" said Reggie as he followed him into his office and poured them each a glass of scotch. "Oh thank you," said Felix, downing it. "Wow, impressive Felicity," said Reggie, putting his feet up on his desk leaning back. "How many girls can suck that down like that. Not many I know of. In fact you know it's mostly only a drink that guys can handle." "Oh, well I've always been able to drink with the boys I guess," Felix answered, feeling better after the shot. "I bet," said Reggie lighting up a cigar. "And Dirk has been singing your praises to me all evening. You've put on quite a show." "Oh, I was happy to help today," said Felix. "I'm just glad it went well." "Did it?" said Reggie sternly. "I mean not just with the job, but with Natasha." "I'm not sure what you mean, Reggie?" said Felix. "You know I was working and not with her right? Is there a problem with her?" "No! The problem is with you! Isn't it Felicity?" said Reggie tossing a pair of shoes at him now. "Or what should I call you? Felix?" "Reggie!" Felix panicked. "Wait, I can explain?" "Really? Explain what?" Screamed Reggie, getting pissed. "Explain why I found your shoes in the garage? And why I found men's socks and underwear in her dryer?" "I think you're making some bad assumptions, Reggie," Felix explained. "Slow down and let me speak." "Speak? Are you fucking kidding me?" hollered Reggie, standing up, opening a draw and taking out a small handgun from his desk. "You fuck my girlfriend on the same day we get engaged and you think I'll let you speak." "No, it's not like that," cried Felix. "Please put that down. I've never touched her." "And you've seen how hot she is, and you expect me to believe that," said Reggie, cocking the trigger. "So it's either you fucked her or you actually are into being a chick, so which is it. Don't bullshit me asshole, or this is not going to end well for you!" "I... I... I never touched her and that's the truth. I fucking swear it," Felix yelped. "Just ask her and she'll tell you. I... I'm just getting used to being Felicity, and she really brought out the woman in me. I did change at her place. I just never thought I'd look this good. That's all. I swear. It was just a crazy Monday." "Oh shit, Monday!" said Reggie, smacking himself on the forehead. "I totally forgot the salon is closed Monday, so you're saying that's why you were at her house getting all done up there?" "Uuuummm yeah. That's it and I got soaked with the weather, so that's why she was drying my clothes," said Felix breathing a sigh of relief as Reggie put the gun down. "Otherwise if it was Tuesday, things would never have happened like they did." "You know I feel better now," said Reggie, nodding his head. "And you're a damn good waitress and pretty hot yourself, so I think I might believe you, Felicity. It's not like any guy could walk off the street and look this pretty right?" "Absolutely not," said Felix, trying to smile and bat his lashes. "I have to work hard to look decent, and Natasha's so good at her job she works wonders with me." "Good, then I'm texting the salon now and I'll have them squeeze you in and make sure you get the full works today," said Reggie, texting on his phone. "It's on me of course." "Oh that's not necessary," said Felix, flicking his wrist. "But thanks anyway." "Oh I insist, and I won't be taking no for an answer," said Reggie, stopping and looking up. "Unless of course you were having second thoughts about what you said earlier." "Second thoughts?" replied Felix, feeling ready to piss his pants on seeing Reggie twirl the gun on the desk. "No, I just couldn't ask my employer to do things like that for me. It's taken me years to become who I am you know, but I like to earn my own way in life." "That's admirable, Felicity," Reggie nodded. "In fact I can really respect that, so what I'll do is just take those costs a little at a time out of your pay check, because obviously it's not like we can just move along that slowly right?" "Oh we can go slow," said Felix. "I'm not that good a worker, and I'm really not sure just how much time I can put in." "You see that part's not negotiable Felicity, because the Felix guy just can't be around anymore," Reggie explained. "Oh I doubt you'll ever have to worry about seeing him again," said Felix, trying to act as girly as he could. "I'm so much happier right now as Felicity." "I was hoping you'd say that," said Reggie tossing his wallet on the desk. "You see my restaurants have an image to uphold, and I can't have my important customers doubting my staff. In fact, I have certain images I expect my waitresses to comply with, and I also know Dirk has things in mind for you." "I do," smirked Dirk. "Big time." "Good, then it's settled," said Reggie, dropping Felix's license and credit cards in the shredder as Felix looked on in horror, watching his belongings get destroyed. "Now it's 4am, the salon doesn't open for a good four and a half hours, but that doesn't mean we couldn't get started with some of your other essentials. Here take my car Dirk." "Sure," said Dirk, catching the keys. "Essesntials?" asked Felix. "Of course, my friend's parlour down the block is open from dusk to morning and my friend Ra