Bouncer

by Jennifer White

 

Victor was excited about going to see the game with his buddies. Not only was it a huge came (they had tried to get tickets, but it was all sold out), but they were going to this really cool place. The food was so-so, and the beer wasn't cheap. But this place had one huge advantage (well, two really!): the girls who worked there.

There were no waiters, only waitresses. Even the bartender was a chick. They all wore these tight little black skirts, and white T-shirts with the bar's name on them, and low cut necks. Oh, and all of the girls who worked there were really stacked! When the bar tender leaned over to write down your order, you could see right down her shirt. It was awesome.

Victor and his buddies sat at the bar, smoking cigarettes, drinking pitchers of beer, eating plates of hot wings, and watching the game (and the girls).

"Do you guys want another pitcher, or do you want the big jug?" asked Chloe.

"We like big jugs" said Victor. "How about a couple of those?"

"Sure things" she said, with that knowing smile on her face, although none of the guy's eyes made it up as high as her face. They were all staring at *her* pair of big jugs, exposed by her skimpy shirt.

They drank some more, and Kylie, their waitress, came around to see if they wanted more food.

"You guys did quite a job on those chicken wings" she said. "Maybe you should order something bigger instead of wings, like breasts."

"Oh yeah" said Victor's buddy, Bob. "We like breasts a lot."

"Should I put you down for some then?" she said, with that same smile on her face.

"How about two of them?" said Victor.

"You've got it honey" she said. "I'll go get them for you, and I'll make sure that they're big ones."

The guys fell over laughing as she left. All the waitresses flirted with the customers, and made double entendres about their own anatomy.

"Did you check out her tight little behind in that outfit?" said Bob.

"Maybe you should have ordered the skirt steak" said Bill.

"Or the rump roast" said Victor.

They clinked their glasses together, and drained them.

"Chloe! We're ready for your big jugs now!" called out Bob, which set them all laughing again.

 

* * *

 

Everything was going great. Victor had a good buzz on now, and his team was leading by three. The bar was packed with guys now, all of them drinking and ogling the waitresses.

Everything was cool, all was well. But then there was a problem. While keeping his eyes on the game, on the TV set, Victor reached for his cigarette, which was smoldering in the ash tray. At that exact moment, another guy at the bar, who's eyes were also focused on the TV set, went to put out his cigarette.

The guy accidentally hit Victor's hand with his lit cigarette, and Victor yowled, jumping up.

"You burned me!" he yelled at the guy.

"What were you doing putting your hand over the ashtray, you idiot!" said the guy, standing up. He was way bigger than Victor, but that didn't deter him. He was drunk, and he was pissed off.

"I'm going to kill you!" pronounced Victor, as his drunken, testosterone filled rage overtook any sensibility he might have. He gave the bigger guy a shove in the chest.

"Come on! Let's go, if you're not afraid!" he said, glaring at the guy. Victor put up his hands, and started his feet dancing, like a boxer in the ring.

"You're not even worth it, you little punk" said the guy, smirking. "I wouldn't even break a sweat, and you'd be in a little pile on the floor."

"Like h*ll I would!" said Victor, giving him another shove.

"Suck on this, you punk" said the guy, holding his hands by the fly of his pants.

"If I could find it!!!!" fired back Victor.

By now, all eyes in the bar had turned to the impending fight. Bob and Bill tried to get between Victor and the other guy, but he kept trying to get around them, and get at the guy.

"Come on!" he said. "What are you so afraid of?"

He reached forward, trying to shove the guy again. Kylie saw this, and ran up to intervene.

"Victor!" she said. "You settle down right now! I don't want any trouble here honey. You can't have a fight at my bar. Settle down now please, for me?"

"Yeah" he said, taking his seat.

"You need to get that punk out of here" said the other guy to Kylie. "He's upsetting everything."

"That's it!" said Victor, trying to get at him again.

Now Chloe came into the scene, walking around the outside of the bar, and trying to get in between the two guys.

"Settle down!" she said. "You don't want me to have to call the cops, do you?"

"He started it!" said Victor. "You should be throwing *him* out. Don't be telling me that *I* should leave."

He stuck out his chest, and made threatening gestures towards the other guy.

"That's it you two" said Kylie. "This is your last warning. You need to show me that you are a man, and back down. Now!"

But Victor was relentless. In his mind, a man didn't back down and turn away. A man didn't let a jerk like this big guy get away with being such a jerk. Someone needed to teach him a lesson, and he was just the guy to do it. Victor couldn't stand the smirk on the guy's face.

"I'm going to *kill* you" he said, pointing at the guy.

"Just try, you little punk. You're all talk and no action."

The two stood up again, and started to walk towards one another.

"Stop this!" yelled Kylie. "That's it. I'm getting the bouncer."

Victor had never seen a bouncer at the bar, nor had the big guy. But they didn't care. They were too focused on trying to get at each other, so they could prove to everyone there, who was the bigger man.

Suddenly, the music from the jukebox stopped. Chloe locked the door. Everyone became quiet. In fact, Victor noticed that other than himself and the big guy, nobody seemed to be moving a muscle. They all seemed to be frozen in place.

Great! Now he could get at the jerk, with nobody in his way trying to block him.

"You're mine now" said the big guy, but Victor stopped and laughed.

"How can I hit you, punk, now that I see you're such a pussy? Look at your chest bro. You've got boobs. I can't hit a *girl*."

"Me? What about you? Look at *your* chest bro. You're stacked."

Both Victor and the big guy stopped, and looked down. It was true. Both of them had changed! Both of them now had mounds on their chests, that were swelling up, larger and larger.

"What's going on?" said Victor, scared out of his mind.

"What's happening to me?" said the big guy. A moment before, he had towered over Victor, not to mention Chloe and Kylie. Now, as he stared at her, he was looking her in the eye! He was shrinking down, getting shorter.

"Look who's not such a big man now" said Victor.

"That's easy for you to say, in such a girly voice" he replied.

Both men gasped. Their voices had changed now, and they sounded like *girls* when they spoke. They were both shorter than Chloe now, their boobs were still growing, and they sounded like girls!

Victor looked on in horror, as he saw the big guy's hips get wider, as his tummy got smaller. He had curves now. It was wonderful to see it happen to the other guy, but Victor knew that if it was going of for that guy, it was going on for him too!

He looked down, and felt so constricted as his body reformed. His tummy was getting smaller and smaller now. All his fat had melted away which was good, but instead of looking buff, he looked very girly. He had curves! He had hips! He looked at his behind in the mirror on the wall, and was even more horrified that his rear now resembled Kylie's. And his boobs were *stillI* growing.

Victor had to brush the long hair out of his eyes. Long hair! On him? No!!! Everything was changing so fast now. The guy's face was melting, and reformed into one so soft pretty that Victor almost wanted to kiss her..except that in the mirror, his own face had changed too. *He* was pretty now. *He* looked like a hot babe.

Victor looked at his hands. They were so little now, so fine. His wrists were tiny. The hairs on his arms was so fine, you couldn't really see it anymore. And his army tattoo of an iron eagle with extended claws had changed into a colorful unicorn with a long mane.

"No!" he cried in his feminine voice. He reached down between his legs, where a painful jolt shot through him. The big guy, who looked like a hot babe now, also grabbed himself between the legs. Both of them called out in pain, and fell to the floor, grabbing themselves.

Then suddenly the pain stopped.

"Stand up" ordered Chloe. Victor didn't want to, but he did, along with the big guy. His hand was still touching himself in between the legs. It was gone. All of it! He was a girl now, and he actually started to cry.

"I'm a girl...." whispered the chick who moments ago had been he big guy.

"Yes, you are" said Kylie, smiling. "You're one of *us* now. You're a chick!"

"You are a real babe" said Chloe. "Both of you. Now I want you to kiss and make up. We're all girls here, and we all want to get along."

"I'm sorry" said the other girl, giving Victor a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry too, sis" he said. "I don't know why I was so stupid."

"Me too" she replied. "Fighting is bad. That's no way to settle your differences."

"I'm glad you feel that way too" said Victor, giving her a big hug.

"Come on you two. Let's get you changed, so you can get to work."

Chloe led the other girl by the hand, while Kylie took Victor's hand, and pulled *her* along. She was female now, and she felt *so* compelled to do what Kylie asked of her.

They got to an office in the back.

"Take off those ridiculous clothes. Why would a girl like you ever want to dress like a man?" she said.

"You're right" said Victor, in full agreement. "I don't want to dress like a man."

"You want to wear skirts, and shirts like mine" said Kylie. "Here's an outfit for you."

Victor pulled on the white cotton panties, and the white pushup bra. Not that she needed one, she was really built. She put on the shirt, and it exposed the tops of her plump full large tight breasts.

Then she put on her skirt, which was really tight. She admired herself in the mirror, as Kylie brushed her hair to make it look less wild. Kylie tied it back in a ponytail, then turned to Victor.

"You want to wear makeup too, don't you?" she said.

Victor was filled with an overwhelming urge to have makeup on her face. She just had to!

"Oh yes, please!" she said.

Kylie smiled, and started on her. Heavy mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow, the works. Victor felt so much better now that she was in her makeup.

"You are a waitress here now" said Kylie. "You just started this week, and you're still in training."

Victor nodded. She was right. She could remember applying to be a waitress at the bar, and getting the job, starting this week.

"Let me put on your name tag" said Kylie. She took one from the drawer, wrote a name on it, and pinned it onto Victor.

"There. You are Alexis now" she said.

"Of course I am, silly. Who else would I be?" said Alexis. It was so firm in her mind. She *was* Alexis. She had always been Alexis.

 

"Okay Alexis, we're going back out to the bar. We are going to serve all the customers a round of special shots. You like being a waitress. You like working at the bar."

"All right" said Alexis. "I can't wait to get started."

 

Alexis held Kylie's hand, as the went back out to the bar. Behind the bar, Chloe was with the other new girl. Her name tag said "Daisy". They were pouring out shot glasses full of a green liquid, and placing them on trays.

Kylie showed Alexis how to hold the tray, and they went around the bar passing out the shots to everyone. When they were done, the jukebox started up again. Chloe unlocked the front door.

"Everyone, shots on the house!" she called out, over the loudspeaker. There was applause, along with whooping and hollering. Everyone took the shot, and slammed it.

Victor's friend Bob looked around for his buddy. What happened? They had just been about to fight, and then....

"What's the matter Bob?" said Bill.

"Oh nothing. Let's get back to the game!"

They had both completely forgotten about Victor and the big guy. None of what had just happened registered in their minds.

 

"Now you're going to go around the bar, and earn some money giving 'body shots' to the guys" said Kylie.

"What's that?" said Alexis, eager to do it, whatever it was.

"It's like this. You get a guy to buy a shot from you, for $5. You take one of these test tubes out of the rack, and you slip it down in between your boobs, like this. The guy sits there, and puts his mouth on it. You lean over, and it gushes in. You'll get some big tips tonight, believe me! I used to have to do that when I started working here. It's fun. You'll love it!"

"I can't wait!" said Alexis, who felt very eager to do it. For some reason, what ever Kylie told her to do just sounded so fun and so exciting! She just *had* to go out there and start serving body shots.

She started by the bar.

"Hello there. Would you like a body shot?" she said.

"Sure!" said the guy.

"What's your name, honey?" asked Alexis.

"Bob" he said.

"Here you go Bob" replied Alexis, slipping the tube of alcohol down between her large breasts. She leaned over, and it poured into Bob's mouth, and ran down his chin.

"Wooo!" he called out.

"Who's next?" asked Alexis.

She went down the bar, giving body shots to all of Victor's friends, and to the friends who had come in with the big guy. When the rack of tubes was empty, she went back to the server's station at the bar.

"I need a refill" she said to Daisy, who was training with Chloe to be a bartender. Daisy got a clean set of tubes out, and set up the shots in them.

"I like working with you Daisy" said Alexis. "I look forward to getting to know you better as a friend too."

"Aw, that's so sweet Alexis. I like working with you too! This place is great. I just love working here, serving all those men."

Alexis had a strange feeling inside about men. For some reason, she felt more attracted to Kylie or to Daisy for that matter, than to the men. Kylie heard their conversation, and walked over. She whispered in Alexis's ear.

"You want to please men" she said. "You want to be married one day, and have a baby. You want to look as attractive as possible, so you can drive all the men crazy. You want to look good for *them*, so you can attract them to you. One day, you'll be a mommy. One day, you'll fall in love with a man, and get married."

Alexis shook her head. Why did she have such a stupid thought about wanting Daisy a second ago? She wanted to find a *man* for herself. She would make herself the prettiest girl in the bar, so when the right man came along, he'd be attracted to *her*.

"Body shot, over here!" called out a guy at one of the tables.

"Back to work, enough girl talk!" ordered Kylie, smiling as she said it. Alexis smiled back, and returned to work.

 

* * *

 

"So, we have another two girls in training" said the woman in the back office to Kylie, a week later.

"Yes Mistress. They are working out very well. They don't even remember that they used to be men."

"I see. You've done an excellent job, Kylie. When the new girls are fully trained, you are free to go, if you want. You know you're welcome to stay on if you want. All the girls here are like daughters to me, and I want to make sure you're happy."

"I think I'll stay for a while, but I'm looking to settle down" said Kylie. "But I've got a question for you Mistress."

"What's that?" she replied.

"When we used The Bouncer on those two guys, we turned them into girls, right? And you set it so that Alexis had to obey me, as well as you."

"Yes..." she replied.

"Well, something is bothering me about it What I want to know is, before I worked here at the bar, I can't remember a whole lot. Did I used to be a guy before I worked here? Did *I* get transformed by The Bouncer too? Did you reprogram my mind, and make *me* into a girl?"

The lady smiled, and stood up.

"On your knees Kylie" she said.

Kylie snapped to it, unable to resist her Mistress's command.

"Kylie, you are a girl. You have always been a girl. You were born female. You grew up, moving from a cute little girl, to a big girl, to the young woman you are now."

Kylie nodded. Why did Mistress have to tell her something that was true, which she already knew?

"You never heard of The Bouncer. It does not register in your mind. You only remember working here as a waitress, nothing more. You want to leave now, to find a man of your own, to settle down with."

"Mistress?" said Kylie in a shy voice, "I think I want to leave my job here. I've been thinking of getting married, and it is time for me to go."

"Come here child" said the woman. She gave Kylie a big hug. "You are a wonderful girl Kylie, and you will make some man a loving wife. Stop by and bring me photos of your children some day."

"I will, Mistress" she said. "I will."

 

Kylie changed out of her bar uniform, and into her tight blue jeans and fuzzy burgundy sweater. She grabbed her purse and her car keys, so she could drive to her apartment. Tomorrow, she would hit the bars, and find herself a man. Her biological clock was ticking. She felt driven by an overwhelming inner need, to be a mother. She could already imagine holding her baby, letting it suckle from her breast.

 

"Good-bye Alexis!" she said, hugging her protégé.

"You're leaving?" Alexis replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yes. I'm done here. I'm moving on. So you need to fill my shoes. Your training is done. I can't teach you anything more. And if you ever need anything, just speak to Mistress. She'll help you, like she helped me."

"I know, she has been teaching me things, like how to protect myself with The Bouncer, if I need to" said Alexis. "But I'll really miss you Kylie. I think of you like a sister."

"I know, but don't be sad. You've got Daisy too you know" she said. "You two share an apartment, work together, and you're best friends. So you two are like sisters now."

"We are" agreed Alexis. It was true.

The two women gave each other a hug, and Kylie walked out of the bar for the last time.

 

Alexis sighed. It was football night, time to get ready for a big crowd. There would be a big demand for body shots tonight, and she couldn't wait to start serving the men who would be there. Being a waitress was a tough job, but she loved doing it. It was the perfect job for a girl like her.

  

  

  

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