When I’m behind the bar and I’m in her body I feel alive for the first time. The attentions of these men and the way I can twist and use them. The way I want them to use me.
It is a fact universally known that female bartenders make better tips than guys.
I don’t resent them for it, but I am a little jealous. I’d like just once to get the sort of cash they can pull in.
So I planned out just that, one shift worked as a woman. One shift all by myself where I know I’ll be able to tease and flirt my way to a small fortune.
I never counted on him.
My friend Steve, a bouncer, sending me texts trying to get me to come out. Sending me pictures of him with all the girls he’s out with, and all I can do is focus on his muscular body.
He’s in my dreams and he’s in my fantasies. He’s consuming my desires, and all I can think of is him.
And now he’s here in this bar and it’s just the two of us. And today I’m a woman and he’s a man.
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I had hopes for what I’d look like because let’s face it if you’re in this to make money as a hot female bartender you better hope that you’re hot. A single glance was enough to show me that my wildest dreams had not only been met they’d been exceeded, because the woman in the mirror was stunningly attractive.
Almost balanced on the ‘cute’ end of the hot scale, if only because of her size. She was almost tiny and petite, standing probably more than a foot shorter than my male body which wasn’t terribly large to begin with.
She had long blonde hair that was so fine at the tips it almost looked white. A slim body with high and tiny little breasts capped with pink nipples, and an ass that was firm and tight and incredibly sexy. Tight tummy and thighs, just a bit of a gap between them with a pussy that was beautifully stunning.
Her lips were full and plump, her cheekbones proud and pronounced and her blindingly pale blue eyes enticing and alive with excitement. Add to that a cute little button nose and the whole package made me think things that I wasn’t terribly comfortable thinking.
She was fucking gorgeous, so gorgeous that she actually took my breath away a bit. I’d completely underestimated how attractive I would be as a woman, and though I was glad about it the whole thing was a bit disconcerting.
My attractiveness as a man had always been a sore point for me. I was handsome enough, but I’d always had to work hard to get attention because simply put I just didn’t stand out from the crowd.
But the female me could have been a model. Maybe not a runway model cause she just wasn’t tall enough for it but she had looks that would have opened up a whole world to her that was closed off to me.
She looked like a firecracker, like the sort of girl who would give you the night of your life and drain you of any ability to ever think of another woman again. The type of girl that could entice and enrapture a man, the type of woman that I could really fall for.
It had been a long while since my last night with a woman. I’d been in a slump that had lasted nearly two months and to say that I was hungry for it was probably understating things.
I was damn near desperate, already planning out how to spend some of my soon to be acquired income on a fun night out with a bed that would be anything but lonely at the end of it.
If I managed to convince a woman like her to come home with me I’d have been over the moon. I’ve had a few beautiful girlfriends over the years, but none of them compared to her.
And here she was standing right in front of me. Sure I couldn’t exactly fuck her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun.