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The Steuben's Day Makeover Belladonna "Why can't I get changed?" Steve whined. "You made a bet," his father retorted. "But that guy was hitting on me!" "Heavy girls need love too," his sister responded with a laugh that was soon joined by her mother and father. "This is sickening." "Steve, would you stop whining. This is your own fault," his mother lectured from the front seat. The frown remained on Steve's face as he burrowed his chin into the bust that was formed by the pressure the padded pushup bra was forcing upon his male breasts. Steve recoiled from the feeling. It was hardly the first time that the manipulation of his heavyset body was causing him embarrassment, but this felt the deepest. "This is so unfair," Steve muttered. "How is it unfair?" Adrian asked his son. "I..." "You made a bet with your sister. If your sister lost, she was going to have spend this trip dressed like a dog and sleeping in a dog crate at your Aunt's house for the whole weekend. You were going to embarrass her if you won. You lost, so she gets embarrass you. It's completely fair." "But guys are looking at me." "Guys tend to do that to girls," Claudia responded to her son. "It's only a five hour car ride too," Adrian added, reminding Steve that his side of the bet was less time consuming for the loser. "But what's Aunt Gretchen going to say?" Steve whined. "That you make a lovely young lady," Claudia retorted to the laughter of her husband and daughter. "How am I going to live this down?" "That's something that you should have thought about before you made the bet," Adrian replied, unsympathetic to his son's plight. While he was unhappy that his only son was dressed like a teenage girl with his male breasts nearly spilling out of his grey v-neck, babydoll top, he wanted to make sure that Steve finally learned that his actions had consequences. "Sit with your knees together," Claudia then added while she looked behind her. "Come on, mom!" "If you're going to look like a girl, I can't have you embarrassing me by anything other than a decent young lady!" "God damn it," Steve muttered as he placed his pudgy, white knees together and rested his hands on his mid-thigh, white skater skirt. "Do you think that Aunt Gretchen would be willing to let Steve waitress at the beer hall this weekend?" Stephanie asked her parents with a smirk. Steve glared at her with a shake of his head. The sound of his mother's response drew Steve's attention away from his sister. "I don't see why not," Claudia teased. Adrian shook his head before Steve retorted, "Would you all just stop!" "Again, this is all your fault," Adrian rejoined. "But I..." "Steve, if you don't stop, let me tell what is going to happen. I promise that you will be working at the beer hall this weekend with your sister," Claudia lectured. "I already work there..." "I meant as a waitress," Claudia retorted, trying to stifle Steve's constant complaining with the threat of spending more time in public en femme. "I think he'd enjoy it, Mom." "SHUT UP," Steve yelled, not wanting to hear anything further from his sister on the subject. "Be nice to your sister," Adrian interjected. "SHE STARTED IT..." "It would be a good learning experience for you to get all the leers and flirts from the dirty old men," Stephanie teased. "SHUT IT," Steve barked again. "STOP, YELLING STEVE," Claudia turned to shout while Adrian changed lanes. "I'M NOT YELLING," Steve yelled. "If you don't cut it out, you will be working as a waitress today," Claudia retorted to repeat her earlier threat as her husband nodded in agreement for the first time. "This fucking sucks," Steve said, throwing up his hands. "LANGUAGE," Claudia shouted. "THAT'S IT, STEVE. YOU WANT TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS, HAVE FUN WAITRESSING TODAY," Adrian added. "Yah, right," Steve countered, sure that his parents would be unwilling to follow through on their threat. Steve tried to tune out his sister's teasing while they continued on their drive. A few more outbursts, however, brought more shouts from his mother. "Do you want to spend the whole weekend as a girl?" "You wouldn't dare," Steve countered. "Right now, it's just for Steuben's Day. You want to spend Sunday in a dirndl too?" Claudia retorted. Steve shook his head, sure that his parents would stop and let him change before they reached his aunt's home. The closer they got to it, however, the more anxious he became about the situation. "Why aren't we stopping?" Steve asked while they drove past the place he recognized as the last rest stop before his aunt's home. "Why would we stop?" Adrian asked. "I need to get changed." "I think you look pretty enough," Claudia retorted. "Mom!" "I told you not to complain," Claudia countered. "But..." "I used to waitress there. It'll do you some good," Claudia added. "You've got to be kidding me, Mom," Steve said with a shake of his head. He started to feel sick as he thought about actually doing it. He was sure that it would never reach that point though. Claudia responded only with a shake of her head while Adrian continued driving towards her sister's home. Steve's chin burrowed into his bust again as they pulled onto his aunt's street. "This isn't funny anymore," Steve whined while his aunt's house came into view. "Punishments aren't supposed to be," Adrian retorted as he continued driving. Steve's eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of his dirndl adorned aunt sitting on the porch of her home as they pulled up. Burying his chin into his bust, Steve muttered, "Fuck." "Mom, do you want me to tell Aunt Gretchen about her new waitress?" Stephanie asked while she smirked at her brother's mortified look. "No. I think Steve can handle it." "Hah...hah...Mom," Steve retorted with reddened cheeks and evident sarcasm. "Do I look like I'm joking?" Claudia asked her son as the car came to a stop. The look on her face told Steve the answer to her question. Claudia then stepped out of the vehicle, followed shortly thereafter by her daughter. "Time to face the music, Steve," Adrian said as he looked up at the reflection of his feminized son in the rear view mirror. "Dad, this really isn't funny anymore." "I don't think it was ever funny. NOW, GET OUT AND SAY HELLO TO YOUR AUNT..." "Dad..." "I don't want to hear it." "But Dad..." "That hasn't worked yet. Now, get out," Adrian ordered his son. Steve hung his head while he reached for the door handle. He slowly opened the door before he let one foot come out the door. "Legs together, dear," Claudia chided her son, turning back to look at him. "I didn't think I'd get an up my brother's skirt shot," Stephanie said with a laugh as her aunt gave Steve a dumbfounded look. "What?" Steve asked confused. "Swing your legs out together so we don't see your panties," Stephanie chided. Gretchen stared at her sister in silence before she saw her nephew complying his sister's orders. Steve brought his leg back into the car and swung his skirt-covered legs out of the car together before he stood up, feeling uneasy in the pair of 4' inch wedge heeled espadrilles that his sister had dressed him in that morning. Steve hated how his feet felt in the grey and white striped, upper canvas straps that were covering only part of his feet and buckled over his ankle. His largely exposed feet showed his pink toenails that his mother had insisted on helping his sister paint that morning. Gretchen stared at Steve in silence while he approached her with his head hung low. Gretchen's eyes darted towards her sister while she asked, "Why is he dressed like that?" "Someone has something to ask you," Claudia replied as she looked at Steve. Gretchen crossed her arms while she tried to make sense of her nephew's appearance. Steve squirmed as he blushed and said, "My mother told me to ask you if I could be a waitress this weekend." "What?" Gretchen inquired. "He really wants it," Stephanie interjected. "No! I don't," Steve whined. "He's just embarrassed," Stephanie added. "No." "It was all he could TALK about the whole way out here," his sister teased in the face of his denials. "SHUT UP!" "You shut up. You know I'm right," Stephanie continued. Gretchen shook her head at the two bickering teenagers and turned to Adrian to ask, "What's really happening here?" Adrian smiled as he said, "Steve and Stephanie made a bet. They were both trying to humiliate each other and Stephanie won. End of story, really." "Except Steve bitching the entire way...," Stephanie added. "Stephanie, language," Claudia interjected. "Sorry, Mom," Stephanie replied with clear insincerity. Claudia shook her head at her daughter before she said, "We told him that if he didn't stop whining, we were going to put him to work as a waitress." Adrian and Claudia laughed, figuring that Gretchen would never agree to such an arrangement. Gretchen nodded her head as she said, "You know, I think he could do it." "You're kidding me," Adrian replied as his son's stomach dropped. "No. He really looks like a girl." "That's what the boys at the rest stop said," Stephanie noted with a smirk. "Shut up," Steve barked at his sister, not wanting to relive the embarrassment of a moment he thought that he could never live down. "Steve was a little heart breaker," Claudia added with a laugh. "MOM!" "She can break some more hearts all weekend," Gretchen noted. "You don't think he could really do it, do you?" Adrian replied. "Why not? He's certainly got the body for the dirndl," Gretchen responded. "He's got bigger tits than me," Stephanie interjected with a smirk. Claudia glared at her daughter while Steve and Adrian blushed at the comment. Gretchen gave her a shake of her head before she said, "We could use another girl this time of year." "Don't you need me to bus the tables..." "We can get another busboy real quick. It's harder to find girls willing to put on the dirndl." "But...." "No. This is a good idea," Gretchen said while Stephanie squealed next to her. "I can't wait to have her out there with me," Stephanie said with a grin. "Mom, this isn't funny anymore," Steve whined yet again, even as he shared his father's opinion that the topic of conversation was never funny. "It's not a joke, Steve," Claudia replied. "Do you have a dirndl he can fit in?" Stephanie inquired to her aunt. "I'm sure. Your mother knows I can never throw an outfit out," Gretchen replied while she led her niece inside the home. As Steve watched them in silence, his head jerked towards his mother and said, "She's joking right?" Claudia responded solely with a shake of her head as she walked past him. Adrian soon walked behind his son and placed an arm around his shoulder. While Adrian was unhappy about his sister-in-law's response to the proposition, he felt that he could not back down from his punishment threat. Following his father's pulling, Steve started up the steps to his aunt's home. Steve met his father's eyes as they walked through the front door and said, "You can't be comfortable with me doing this?" "You're already in a skirt, what difference does it make if you put on a dress?" Adrian responded with a uncomfortable half-truth. "Dad!" "I'm not the one that the made the bet and then bitched the whole time like a little girl. This might do you some good." "Steve, take a look at what Aunt Gretchen found," Stephanie called down the stairs to her brother. Steve stared up the stairs at the mini-dirndl that his aunt produced. He hoped that it would not fit him, however, he knew that his aunt's weight had fluctuated dramatically over the years. He remembered her being even heavier than he was at times. With his father standing behind him, Steve started up the steps with uneasy steps. He walked over to his aunt, sister and mother, while his father stepped outside to retrieve their bags from the car. "Isn't it pretty?" Stephanie asked while she held the above the knee- length dirndl up in front of his body. Steve gave her a peeved look, prompting his mother to respond, "It's very pretty. I actually remember this dress." "I always liked it, but I'm happy it doesn't fit anymore," Gretchen said with a laugh at the dress that was far too large for her now. "Your loss is Steve's gain," Stephanie replied with a smile. "Would you stop already," Steve interjected. "What's wrong?" Claudia asked. "We all know you're not going to go through with this. I would be an embarrassment." "Why?" Gretchen asked. "Look at me. I'm not a girl. All those drunks would be kicking my ass and walking out...." "You don't give yourself enough credit," Claudia replied for her sister as she squeezed her son's chubby right cheek. "Stop that," Steve replied as he swatted away her hand. "Steve, come here," Gretchen said as she pointed to a full-length mirror. Steve walked towards her as she said, "Do you see any boys in that mirror?" "Yes," Steve lied, unsure if he would conclude that he was staring at a girl if it had not been for the fact that he knew better. Stephanie shook her head before her aunt said, "No one else does." "Do you need help getting dressed?" Claudia asked Steve. "I'm not putting that on," Steve rejoined. "Yes, you are," his father retorted, having finished putting the bags in the guest rooms of the large home that his sister-in-law had inherited from her parents. Stephanie smiled as she excused herself to get dressed. Claudia followed her out the door, leaving Steve with his father and aunt. "Are we going to do this the hard way, or are you going to dress yourself like a big girl?" Adrian asked with crossed his arms as he glared down at his son. Steve snatched the polyester dirndl from his aunt's hands before he was handed a white petticoat. The prospect of being dressed by the two of them was to humiliating for him to stand. Steve walked into his guest room and shut the door behind him. Glancing at the dirndl, Steve muttered, "How the fuck did I lose?" The result still seemed implausible. He could not understand how he lost a safe bet. Steve moaned, "Oh, God," as he thought about wearing the dirndl out. His eyes pulled away from it and caught his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. The reflection it displayed disturbed Steve. He felt almost unlike the figure in the mirror. He knew it was wrong to look like he did. He was utterly emasculated. He was even attracted to the image in the mirror, but that only served to make him more embarrassed about his situation. With a quick turn away from the mirror, Steve put down the dirndl and petticoat while he sat on the bed. He reached for the straps of his wedges and undid them before he removed his shoes. The momentary sense of relief that came from being out of the pitched shoes passed as he heard his sister and mother talking about his day ahead from beyond his door. "Fuck me," Steve muttered as he started to pull off his top. He dragged the tight fitting babydoll top over his padded out and compressed bust with some effort that produced some noticeably unfeminine grunting. Once the top was off, he pulled down his skirt. Unlike the top, the skirt was loose enough to be released from his body without any resistance after he pulled the wide waistband away from his hips. After stepping out of the skirt, Steve reached for the above the knee, lightweight petticoat. The lace hem that was decorated with heart shapes seemed to represent a full on assault on his masculinity by his Aunt. He was sure that she had to have a less feminine petticoat, but he knew that any objections would be pointless. As he gave it more thought, he realized that there was no such thing as a masculine petticoat. Once the petticoat was resting at this waist, Steve reached for the dirndl. With a shake of his head Steve started to bring the dirndl up to his head. He pulled it down over his padded pushup bra and body before he caught his reflection in the mirror. The black bodice hugged his stomach before proceeding up in black straps over the attached white blouse. His padded out breasts seemed to be even more pronounced as every inch of the top of his cleavage was visible. "Jesus, how am I going to live this down?" Steve asked himself as thoughts about what his parents and sister would say consumed his mind. While he knew that there would be employees at the beer hall he recognized, he was not worried about their words or opinions. He only saw them a few weekends a year. His family, however, could harass him about his day in a dirndl for the remainder of their lives. A knock on his bedroom door made Steve jump back. After he collected himself, Steve asked, "Yes." "Are you almost ready?" Claudia asked. "Yes," Steve replied before he pulled down at the hem of his dirndl in a futile attempt to make it longer to cover the heart shapes that covered the hem of his petticoat. Realizing that his efforts were in vain, Steve reached for the door and drew it open with the red and blue apron in his hands. He put his head down as he went to see his aunt and father. As Steve walked back into his aunt's room, he froze as he saw his sister and mother waiting for him. Steve's eyes veered away from his smirking sister. He looked around before he asked, "Where's Aunt Gretchen?" "She left to help Uncle Kurt setup," Claudia answered her son. Steve nodded, realizing that she usually did that when his family came to help them. Claudia then called him over to do his hair. "What's wrong with my hair?" Steve asked. "It's not really the right style for the day," Claudia answered while Adrian walked backed into the room. Steve cringed as he sat down on his aunt's bed to let his mother begin to run a comb through his hair before they were tied up in pigtails in front of his father. Steve could see the bemusement on his father's face as Claudia began to separate the hair in his pigtails and weave them around each other until his hair was tied up in the fishtail pigtail style that matched his sisters. Adrian shook his head at his son when his wife finished her work. He looked his despondent son in the eyes and said, "I told you to get a hair cut. Now, look at you. This wouldn't have happened had you listened to me." "Oh, but she looks cute with those pigtails," Stephanie interjected. "Shut up," Steve retorted. "Be nice to your sister," Adrian yelled. "She's not being nice to me," Steve rejoined. "Because you've been mean to her all day," Claudia countered. "Don't act like this is a bad thing," Stephanie interjected. "How is this not a bad thing?" Steve retorted. "It'll give you a little insight into what a girl goes through," his sister replied with a smirk. "Something that could be gained by asking one," Steve rejoined. "No, it can't," Claudia replied with a shake of her head. Steve shook his head before his sister said, "You're going to get a real eye opener. You're not heavy anymore. Now, you're thick. A lot of boys like their girls that way." Steve glared at her in silence as his mother accessorized him. Steve grimaced as his mother took hold of one of his aunt's shinny, black chokers. "Is that necessary?" Steve asked. "Hush, it'll hide your little Adam's apple," his mother chided as she stretched the elastic and satin ribbon choker around his neck before she fastened the metal chain closure behind his neck. As the attached edelweiss pendant came to a rest over his throat, Steve took hold of it and pulled it away from his neck. He gazed down at the flower-shaped, metal pendant that was decorated with eight tiny rhinestones. "Think about it mom, he's going to get to know what we've gone through," Stephanie said with a smirk, breaking the silence in the room while Claudia reached for a bracelet. "It's a Steuben Day miracle," Claudia replied with an uncomfortable laugh while she worked the nylon-banded bracelet that was decorated with violet faux pearls up her son's wrist. Once she got to a place where it no longer moved, she straightened the bracelet until the edelweiss pendant that matched the one over his neck was hanging down from his wrist. Stephanie then added, "I'll think she'll be a good waitress." "I'm boy, stop saying she." "No. Your sister is right. Boy's don't wear skirts or dirndls," Adrian retorted. Steve blushed at his father's words before Stephanie said, "Steve's pretty strong for a girl. Those trays get pretty heavy by the end of the night. She's probably going to do the best at the end." "What's it like 5 to 10 pounds? That's nothing," Steve countered. "We'll see what you say by the end of the night," Claudia replied with a smile and a shake of her head. Steve's eyes darted to his father, hoping that he would put a stop to what was going on. The imposing man gave Steve nothing more than a shake of his head before he walked out of the room with his wife. "Stephanie, help your brother with his apron," Claudia ordered on her way out the door. "No problem, Mom," Stephanie replied in a chipper tone. "Why are you smiling?" Steve asked while Stephanie worked on tying the apron of his dirndl with a bow. "No reason," Stephanie answered as she centered the bow. "Why is your bow to the right?" Steve asked as he looked down at his bow that was unlike the ones on Stephanie, his mother or aunt. "It tells everyone that you're a rookie," Stephanie said, struggling not to laugh. Steve shook his head as he started down the stairs. Stephanie stifled her laughter, wondering what men would say when they saw her brother's bow placement, which would tell those in the know that he was a virgin. As Steve reached the base of the steps, Claudia glanced up at her son and said, "You're a lucky girl." Steve gave his mother a curious look before she continued, "Your uncle wears the same size shoe." "So?" "Guess what he goes as every Halloween." "Let me guess...," Steve answered with sigh. "Yup. Just like every other guy in the place. Of course, they're going for the whole hairy legged guy in a cheap costume dirndl look." "Great," Steve replied with a roll of his eyes before his mother produced the pair of red and white checkerboard patterned, woman's flats his uncle wore once each year. Steve took the red trimmed slip-ons from her and started to put them on before his mother said, "Not so fast." Steve gave her an inquisitive look before she tossed him a pair of knee socks. "I don't need these." "It's either socks or pantyhose, your call," Claudia retorted. Steve clenched his eyes before he began to work his feet into the white, braided pattern socks and worked them up over his ankles before the tops came to a rest over his calves. Steve then slipped his feet into the flats, feeling the white lace beneath the red trim of the shoes on his fingertips as he did so. The shoes were further decorated with braided, beige outer-soles and cap toes and one off-center stitched in red heart each that rested atop his feet. "Don't you feel better already?" Claudia asked. "I guess," Steve said, staring down at the flats on his feet. "Trust me, it'll be a big help at the hall. The girls you've seen in heels are always making a mistake they won't make twice." Having no frame of reference, Steve assumed that she was telling the truth. He did not have long to think about it as his parents soon rushed him and his sister out the front door. Steve walked out of the home feeling dazed while he walked beside his sister wearing a similar looking outfit. Their dirndl-wearing mother locked the door to her sister's home behind them, giving Steve no place to retreat from the very public front yard that he was forced to stand in while his father sauntered to the car. Once Adrian unlocked the car, Steve hurried inside. Claudia and Stephanie smirked at Steve's haste before they got into the car as well. "Can we talk about this?" Steve asked as the car started down the street. "The time for you to man up has passed," Adrian reminded his son. Steve pouted while he stared out the window and sucked his lips into his mouth, tasting the lipstick that his sister had last placed upon them that morning at the rest stop as he did so. Steve shook his head and wondered, 'Why is this happening to me?' His mind stayed preoccupied by what awaited him at the beer hall while his father drove them towards the establishment. He was certain that someone would see through his guise. There was no way that everyone would be as fooled by his appearance as the people at the rest stop appeared. Before that moment, he had never even thought of himself as slightly girlish. While his skin was pale, smooth and free of the stubble that most of the boys his age sported, he never thought of his face as any less manly. Steve gazed up into the rear view mirror and looked at himself. His rounded chin seemed girly to him for the first time. The bulbous lumps on his chest were undeniably adding a crucial element to the illusion. When paired with the hair, Steve began to feel that the mistaken assumptions about his gender were inevitable once he donned a skirt. "Dad, can you sign me up for the gym?" Steve inquired, breaking his silence as he wanted to change his body to make sure that he would never be in the same position again. "My pleasure," Adrian replied, having wanted his son to start working out for years. As the car came to a stop before it, Steve closed his eyes for a second hoping he earned a reprieve by asking to do something he had refused to consider for years. When none came, Steve crossed his arms over his bust while he stared at the beer hall that his aunt and uncle operated. Steve shook his head, feeling the skirt of his dirndl slightly brush against his thighs as he did so. "Remember to smile," Stephanie said with a grin while she stared at his scowl. Steve responded only with a glare. Only his parents' presence kept him from responding with an expletive. "No dawdling girls," Adrian replied to his children as he motioned for them to make their way inside the beer hall. "Dad, hasn't this gone far enough?" Steve begged his father with pleading eyes. "Girls, go inside," Adrian said as he looked at his wife and daughter. Stephanie started quickly inside while her mother followed not far behind her. Steve swallowed hard while he looked at the peeved look on his father's face. "Do you think that I want this?" Adrian asked his son. "You're making me..." "No. No. You made a bet that resulted in you putting on a skirt this morning." "But that was just..." "You started this. Not me. And, then, you went ahead and made the drive here a living hell." "But..." "Do you think that I want my son dressed up like a girl?" "Um...well..." "The answer is no, but you opened the can and then acted like a petulant little girl by throwing a complete and total hissy fit!" "I wasn't..." "You still are! If you're going to act like a little girl, enjoy being a girl for a day. Let's see how you like it. And let me tell you this, if you act like a dick all day, you'll be spending a lot more time in your pretty dress. Do you got me?" Steve nodded as he started to shake. The look in his father's eyes told him that Adrian was not bluffing. "Good, now, get inside," Adrian ordered while he gave his son a push. Steve struggled to regain his balance as he rushed towards the front door, wanting to put as much distance between himself and his father as possible. Steve walked inside and saw the staff moving tables and placing settings down on the tabletops. Kurt gave Steve and Adrian a grin before he inquired, "Who's the pretty girl?" Steve blushed at Kurt's sarcastic words. Adrian smirked as he said, "My other daughter." "I'm glad you're willing to lend me another one," Kurt replied. "Well, I always wanted to help them build their work ethic." "So many young people don't have that," Kurt said with a shake of his head. "Not my girls," Adrian replied, wanting to keep reminding Steve of his misdeeds. "Well, what's this one's name?" Kurt asked. "I hadn't thought about that." "It can't be Stephanie. That one is already taken," Kurt replied with a smile. "Let me name her," Gretchen pleaded from across the room. "Alright, go on then," Adrian responded with a shrug. "I always wanted to have a girl named Bianca," Gretchen replied. "Then, it's settled," Adrian said with a nod. "Well, then, Bianca, we'll see if you can cut it as a girl," Kurt noted as he turned his attention back to his nephew. "Because if you can't even do that, we know you won't be able to cut it as a man," Adrian added. Steve blushed at their words before Kurt ordered Steve to help the other waitresses in putting down settings on the tables. Steve nodded in reply before he walked over towards where the waitresses were picking up the placemats and cutlery. Steve gave them nervous glances, wondering if they would see through his feminized guise. The girls introduced themselves to Steve as he worked alongside them. Steve tried to speak softly with them and they did not appear to find anything unusual about his appearance. 'What is wrong with everyone here?' Steve thought to himself as he thought back to the boys that had flirted with him that morning. He could not understand how strangers could not tell that he was a boy in a dress. Once the last table setting was placed out on a table, Gretchen and Kurt gathered their waitresses and bar tenders. Gretchen smiled as Kurt left to get the cooks ready for the lunch rush. Gretchen turned to her staff and said, "While most of you are my year- rounders who know the drill, for the rest of you, we just want to give a few tips." The staff nodded before Gretchen pointed to one of her most seasoned waitresses and had her give a tip to the staff. One by one the regular waitresses gave a tip to please their customers to the rest of the staff. Steve nodded along, feeling that the tips were obvious and patronizing to have to be spoken. "Seriously, smile at the customer," Steve muttered to himself before his sister shushed him. The advice of another to make eye contact with the customer brought an eyeball roll from Steve. Another then said, "Don't talk about yourself. The customer doesn't care about you." "Isn't that nice," Steve muttered, prompting an elbow to his ribs by his sister. Gretchen shook her head at her nephew and niece before she let the waitresses get their last minutes of rest before they opened the doors to the small crowd that was building up outside the front door. Gretchen walked towards Steve and said, "Is there something you want to talk about?" "Is she giving you a hard time?" Adrian yelled out across the room. "I've got this," Gretchen replied to her brother-in-law. Adrian nodded in reply while he stood by the front door with the other off duty and retired police offers working security at the beer hall for the day. Gretchen turned back towards her nephew and said, "Don't you dare roll your eyes at these girls. They all know better than you." "I'm sorry," Steve replied, unconvincingly. Gretchen shook her head and said, "Do what they say or I'm going to make sure that you wear that dirndl home!" Steve gave her a stare, trying to determine if she was serious. Given the events of the day and his father's threats, he was sure that his parents would go along with his aunt's proposed punishment. Steve nodded in reply. Gretchen nodded back at him and went to get behind the bar to manage it as the floor was left to her sister to manage. "Get ready," Stephanie said with a grin as she saw her father unlock the front door and get out of the way of the crowd making its way through the front door. "Smiles on," Stephanie added. The early lunch crowd sorted out amongst the open tables and bar stools. Claudia separated the tables by assigned sections and sent Steve over to the area closest to the bar and kitchen. Steve grabbed his order pad and pen and started towards the first table that seated itself. He shook a little as he approached the older group and greeted them with a forced smile. The old men and women greeted Steve warmly before he took their drink and appetizer orders. Steve walked away and placed the order before he worked the room by taking a few more orders. With the first drink order ready, he heard a bartender call out to him, "Bianca, you're drinks are up." "Thanks," Steve said as he bent down to lift up the tray of 10 beer mugs. Steve struggled to keep the tray upright as the beer sloshed in the mugs. Steve tried to keep the tray straight before he reached the table. Stopping, Steve took a deep breath before he began to place the beers down in front of the people that ordered them. The older couples took them with a word of thanks before Steve took their lunch orders. "It's nice to see a good girl," one of the older women said. "We're all good girls," Steve countered. "No, there's not a lot of good, young girls these days," another added. "Thanks," Steve replied confused by their declarations. While he walked away to take another lunch order, Steve was left to wonder what the older couples would think if they knew he was not a girl at all, let alone a good girl. After Steve carried out more trays and struggled to keep them upright, Gretchen pulled him aside and showed him how to load a tray of food. Steve watched as his aunt loaded the heaviest items in the middle of the tray and then put the lighter items towards the edges. "Carry it with one hand, you'll have better balance," Gretchen instructed as Steve picked the tray up, balancing it on his palm and shoulder. Gretchen nodded as she said, "Keep your wrist bent so that the tray is flat on your hand. Don't try to support it with your fingers." Steve nodded his head while he started towards the table. Steve found it easier to carry before he struggled to keep the food stable as he bent down to place the food on the tabletop. The older couples were eager to help him. Steve figured it was for fear of the food landing on their laps, chests or heads. Gretchen shook her head at Steve while he returned the tray to the bar. Steve gave her a curious look as he reached for the tray of drinks. "For this one, you're going to balance the tray, wrist straight, on your palm with part of the tray over your forearm." "Okay," Steve said reaching for the tray. Gretchen stopped him as she added, "Don't swing the tray this time. Move your body with the tray. Act like it's a part of you. Okay." "Okay," Steve replied, trying to put his Aunt's words into practice. Steve made his way to the table and handed out the drinks, bending at the knees while he came over to each patron. Once Steve finished, he took more orders from customers and returned to the bar. "Better," Gretchen said as she looked at him. "Thanks," Steve replied, begrudgingly. As another order of food came ready, Gretchen pointed to her sister. Claudia had a busboy fetch a fold out stand while Steve carried the food towards the table. "Place it down on the stand," Claudia said as Steve approached the table. Steve felt relieved to be able to do so. He bent down until he was able to place the tray on the stand without issue and served each of the patrons. 'This isn't so bad,' Steve thought to himself. The thought stayed with him as he walked around and served food and drinks before he helped clear out the first assembly of patrons. Once the beer hall grew less crowded, Steve and the other staff each took their turns having a small lunch while they waited for the people who had stayed for the entire parade to start coming in. "The calm before the storm," one waitress whispered to him. "I'll bet," was the full extent of Steve's response before the girl went to speak with a more talkative waitress. Steve shook his head at the busboys that were cleaning the tabletops in their lederhosen. A year before, he had been one of them. He had always thought the costume was ridiculous and it made him feel stupid when he wore it. Still, he could not help but feel jealous of them for getting to wear it at the moment. Claudia saw the longing look on her son's face as he looked at the busboys outfits and said, "Maybe next year." "Do you want to date one of those boys," Stephanie interjected before Steve could respond. Steve shot his sister a glare. Stephanie shook her head as she said, "You were the one looking at them like you wanted them to hump you." Before Steve could retort, Claudia separated the pair, sending Steve and Stephanie to wipe down the vacant tabletops of their sections. Steve groused to himself about cleaning the tabletops. Even though he had done it the year before, he felt embarrassed being reduced to a servant a few weekends in September and October when their aunt needed help. Steve knew his mother grew up working at the place when it was his grandparents. She knew the work and was happy to help her sister out by managing the waitresses. It was his father's willingness to work security after his early retirement from the police force, however, that forced him and his sister to go to work for his aunt when they would rather be relaxing with their friends. After placing new settings on the cleaned tables, Steve watched as the place began to fill up with new revelers. Some of the tables were reserved, while others were on a first come first serve basis. Steve could tell that some of the revelers had already begun drinking before they stepped through the door. Stephanie saw the concerned look on Steve's face as he saw the first drunkard giving him an ogling look. "Welcome to hell," Stephanie said with a giggle while she hugged him at the waist. Steve's head jerked towards his sister before he approached the first group seated in his area. The table of young men and women waived their Germans flags to get his attention. After taking their drink orders, Steve carried their drinks over to them. As he placed him down, one of the girls asked, "So, is this your first time?" Steve gave her a curious look as the table snickered. Steve inquired, "What do you mean?" "Aren't you a virgin?" "What?" Steve asked, appalled by the personal question from the stranger. "You know your first day on the job," a girl added with a smirk. "Oh...uh...yes," Steve admitted to the snickering group. Steve took their food order and walked away, wondering what the comment was about. As more patrons entered, Steve served more tables. As he took an order at another table he heard one young man joke to the group, "What do you say to a virgin when she sneezes? Goes-in-tight!" The table laughed as Steve blushed, wondering, 'How do they know I'm a virgin? Can drunks smell it? Is it that obvious? Shouldn't I be one? Most of my friends are. Just cause I'm not a slut like Stephanie, I'm a freak!' Another joke came as Steve served the group. As he walked away, he heard one of the girls chastise the boy for his joke. "Virginity is not about dignity, it's about a lack of opportunity," the boy retorted. "What the fuck?" Steve muttered to himself, mortified by the self- perceived accuracy of the comment. Steve tried to put their comments out of mind as more people started coming in. He looked at his father who was helping to keep the impatient partiers that were stuck in the standing room only section around the bar in line. The bartenders could barely keep up as Gretchen started to have to help them out. The rush became relentless. Every moment Steve could steal by catching his breath in the hot kitchen felt like a welcome respite before he returned to the increasingly full room. The words to Ein Prosit began to ring out in his mind as he heard them for the sixth and seventh time before the evening had even begun. He repeated the words in his head as the hordes of drunken men and women did their best to sing along to the words, "Ein Prosit, ein Prosit, Der Gem?tlichkeit, Ein Prosit, ein Prosit, Der Gem?tlichkeit. OANS! ZWOA! DREI! G'SUFFA!" Despite the paucity of words in the song, most of the patrons butchered their pronunciation with their own interpretations. Steve shook his head at the constant noise that was giving him a headache already. While he had been through it before, he had been able to hide from the worst of it in the kitchen as a dishwasher and steal much more time for himself as a busboy. Steve forced smiles to his face as a few young men tried to flirt with him. He was able to dissuade most of them by telling him his age, however, the ones around his age, were not as easy to brush off. Steve felt his dignity stripped away as he ignored the men staring down his bust and those that were checking out his body in the dress. He wanted to scream, but he kept up a smile, knowing that he would be spending far more days in a dirndl if he did anything to upset the patrons on the beer hall's busiest day. Stephanie started to laugh as she saw Steve struggling to deal with a man placing his hand around his waist. As they each approached the bar, she whispered in his ear, "A dirndl a day, brings the boys your way." "How do you get rid of them?" Steve begged to know. "You don't, at least, if you want a nice tip." "This is so degrading!" "But it pays better than washing dishes," Claudia said, overhearing their conversation before she sent them back to their sections with trays of drinks. Steve lost count of the number of trays of beers, smoked sausages and cheeses he carried out to the tables he waited on. As more tables turned over, the dinner rush began in earnest as those that had been drinking in bars began to fill the tables. "This is where the real fun starts," Steve told himself as he saw the rambunctious group of volunteer fire fighters ready to place their drink orders. Steve walked over to them and smiled at their flirts before telling them his age in hopes that it would discourage them. Most decided that it was not best to hit on a teenager, but a few kept it up anyway. Walking away, Steve caught one of the men standing up and thrusting in his direction. "What's wrong with you? She's a fucking child," one of the men chided. "She's old enough." "A virgin too," Steve heard another say over the music. "Virginity can be cured" another replied. "Not by you," Steve muttered, deploring the idea of having to continue to serve the boisterous drunkards. Steve tried not to linger by the men for long when he took and served orders at their table and around them. The frequent ogling and flirts became almost background noise to Steve as he served them. The number of patrons who asked his number and about his plans later seemed to grow as the night grew later. Some of the comments he received turned his stomach. Still, he managed to keep up a smile. He knew that he would be subjected to far more if he made a scene. He also wanted to make the night's humiliations worth it by making the largest tips as possible. Checking his pride and dignity, Steve put up with the comments about the shape of his rear, the people who put their faces close to his and the huggers. He kept walking away with a smile that did not fade until he was out of their view. It was forced back on when he returned with drinks, food or to take more orders. Steve jumped as he felt a hard smack against his rear. Steve turned with wide eyes to face the drunken woman who was laughing with her friends over her actions. Sucking his lips into his mouth, Steve rushed towards the bathroom, sensing it was the only refuge he could get to at that moment. Steve quickly rushed into the ladies room. He rolled up the skirt of his dress and sat down on the toilet, without realizing that he had subconsciously chosen to sit like a girl without prompting. Steve relieved himself as he stared around the stall. He examined every inch of it, not wanting to leave it. The sound of feminine voices on the line building up beyond the stall's door made Steve realize it was an impossibility though. Forcing himself up, Steve tucked his manhood back into his panties and went to the sink. Steve washed his hands and shook his head at his haggard reflection, knowing what awaited him beyond the bathroom doors. Steve emerged from the bathroom with a shell-shocked look on his face that his sister could not ignore. Making her way towards him after serving a table, Stephanie asked, "Are you okay?" "I want to crawl up into a ball and die," Steve remarked. "Don't be melodramatic." "I don't have the energy to keep pretending to like these people. I don't know how anybody puts up with this." "It comes with practice," Stephanie replied. "Don't think school boys are any better," Gretchen interjected. "That's for sure," a female bartender interjected before asking Steve, "Do you go to an all girls school?" Steve nodded his head, feeling that it was the best explanation for how uncomfortable he was being ogled and flirted with by men. Steve then took another tray of drinks over to a group of revelers. The music grew louder as the evening passed. Steve struggled to keep his voice as he was forced to scream out questions regarding how the customers wanted their food prepared. The ringing in his ears made it more difficult to hear their responses too. The later the night got, the more people turned sick. Steve's eyes widened as he saw the busboys putting down sawdust to cover up the puke on the floor before it was cleaned. It seemed far more common than the year before as he sidestepped the vomit feeling as if he was walking through a minefield of wasted alcohol. The security staff started to bounce more people who fell asleep at the tables, got too grabby and did other misdeeds as well. Steve felt mortified by the touching of one man. The immediate ejection of the man was of small comfort to him. As midnight grew near, Steve felt exhausted. The sound of German music echoed in his ear and his legs and arms felt weary. The memories of every ogle his body received, every touch, no matter how fleeting, while he made his way through the drunken revelers played back in his mind while the place began to empty out. "You ready to go," Claudia asked as she walked towards her children. "I was ready 12 hours ago," Steve answered. Stephanie laughed before Claudia shook her head and asked, "So, what did you learn?" "People are assholes." Stephanie paused before she responded with a nod, "Yah...pretty much." "Can we go now?" Steve asked. "Not just yet. You've got to help clean up before you share your tips with the other waitresses." "Share? Do you know what I went through?" "It's what we all went through," Stephanie countered her brother. Steve hung his head, understanding her point, but still sure that he had gotten worse. He followed his sister to the open tables and began to wipe them down while the busboys began to clean the floors. The final patrons congregated around the bar while the last tables were cleaned. Once they finished, Steve put away the cleaning rag. Adrian went over to Gretchen and Claudia and asked, "Did Bianca give you any trouble?" "No. She did a nice job," Gretchen replied, knowing that they were in earshot of customers. Adrian nodded, "So, is she waitressing tomorrow?" Claudia shook her head before she said, "Not unless she wants to." "It doesn't suit some girls," Gretchen added with smirk and a nod. "Should we tell Bianca now?" Adrian asked. "No. Let her sweat out a night," Claudia replied. "That's my girl," Adrian responded before placing a kiss on her cheek.