TransFur: The New Job

You weren't sure about this new job. Femboy Hooters TF, supposedly. A new place. Certainly, you didn't consider yourself to be a femboy, but the money was good, really good, and you were assured that you only had to work in the back. The main problem, though, was the uniform. Everyone had to wear it, they'd said, thigh, orange shorts which barely covered you below and a gray tank top which revealed all of your belly.

It was embarrassing to wear something like that, though, thankfully, only other members of the staff could see you like that. Members who, of course, were wearing the same thing. It suited them much better, too, you felt, as they did seem more like femboys, to one degree or another. It did help that they all were really nice to you, but you couldn't help but feel like you didn't quite belong.

As the days passed, you started to get more comfortable and to feel like you belonged more. The uniform, you seemed to be getting more used to a well, especially as you started to grow fur. Strangely, you didn't seem to find anything odd about it, but about a week after the restaurant opened, all of the staff had started to grow fur. Not only that, but everyone was getting cuter, too, limbs slimming, bellies flattening and heights shortening while animal features were starting to develop.

You, of course, had further to go, so it was taking longer than the others, but it still felt good to feel cuter and cuter each day, with everyone complimenting you on your changes, and you complimenting them back of course. One, especially, caught your attention. A certain Andre. His brown fur, increasingly rounded ears and growing, thin tail indicated that he was turning into a lovely otter. One who certainly seemed to spend a lot of time near your station, complimenting your increasingly foxy features, or finding excuses to stay with you after work.

You weren't really surprised the first time Andre kissed you. You were still a bit taller than him, so he had to lean up to give you a small peck on the lips, before grinning in the most adorable way, which only made you want to kiss him more. And more still. And, a few days later, to invite him into your home to do more than just kiss. He made, you found, the cutest moans. At least, you thought so. He seemed to disagree and think that it was yours which were the cutest. In any case, no one at all was surprised, the next day, when you both came, hand in hand, to announce that you were now each other's boyfriends.

Now that you were together, it was even easier to watch Andre finish his change into a cute, handsome otter fur and for him to watch you fully grow out your new foxy features, including a cute little tail which apparently wagged adorably whenever you were happy, even as you shrank to match his height.

It wasn't long after that that Andre started encouraging you to try taking a turn on the main floor. After all, by then, you fit in perfectly with all of them, just another cute, furry femboy, just like the rest. And you felt more confident than ever, and happier, too, feeling no hesitation in shyly flirting with the others. And sometimes kissing. And sometimes doing more than kissing. Andre was your first, of course, and your favourite, but once he'd shown you the pleasure of it all, and with so many cuties around, it was too hard to resist. Not that you wanted to resist, nor that Andre minded when you didn't, nor when he did the same. Especially when you teamed up to bring an exceptionally cute one home to share.

Still, it took a whole lot of cajoling, and a few whispered promises which made your tail wag extra hard, before you agreed to take a shift on the main floor. When you did, however, you understood why Andre had insisted so much that you give it a try. Being out there, barely dressed, with all those eyes on you felt amazing! Embarrassing, sure, but in a good way. A very good way. The clientele was a mix of humans and furs and as, over the course of many more shifts, you talked to the furs and listened to their stories, especially the stories of how they became furs, you started to remember that you had been human, too, started to realize that something about working at the place had changed you, in a way that... well, in a way that you absolutely loved!

It was a common thread through all the stories, none of the furs who talked to you would ever choose to go back to how they'd been, even if they could. Neither would you, not when you had your new, cute self to be and an amazing boyfriend in Andre. One with which you were starting to get pretty serious. A few more shifts, with a better mix of front and back work, and then, you were planning to ask him to move in together. And, somehow, you already felt like you knew what his answer would be.