Oh Baby

by Jennifer White

  

The modern world has sometimes lost touch with nature, natural ways, and with the mysterious forces that our 'primitive' fore bearers sometimes understood. They are still around, and from time to time intervene with our busy modern lives...

* * *

 

Sandra's baby was crying. She wanted to be fed. It was not a convenient time for Sandra, she was eating her own meal at a fast food restaurant. But little Elizabeth would not be quiet, so she had to do something.

Sandra had made the decision during her pregnancy, that she would do the most healthy thing for her baby: she would breast feed her until she was ready for solid food. Formula was more convenient for most mothers, but she wanted only the best for her daughter. And what could be better than the food source that nature had intended mothers to use: their own breast milk.

She wore a button down sweater so that she would have easy access. And she wore a nursing bra, so that she could undo a flap, and get to her nipples. All she needed was somewhere to do it.

The bathroom was out...way too dirty. Her car was on the other side of the mall, so that was not good either. It would take fifteen minutes to get over there with a baby and with several bags.

So the only place left, was right there in the restaurant. Sandra had a newspaper she was reading, so she tried to hold it to shield her and get some privacy. But she needed both hands for her baby. She sat in the corner, trying not to attract attention.

Little Elizabeth was very hungry, and was very happy to eat at last. It was one of the most joyful experiences of motherhood to feel you little infant suckling on you, your body that carried her for nine long months still providing her with the most basic of needs. You also bond strongly with your baby as you nurse her. A bond that lasts between you as long as you exist.

So Sandra felt the love from her little baby, and felt the warmth inside from nurturing her. She could not help but to smile. But then, there was a problem.

"Pardon me Ma'am" said a man, "but you're going to have to stop doing that here."

"Excuse me?" said Sandra, clearly upset at the intrusion of her privacy.

"I'm very sorry, but you can't do that here. I have to ask you to stop that, or to leave."

"You can't kick me out of here for feeding my baby!" she said, feeling very irate now.

"If you don't stop right now, I will have to call security."

"Go ahead and call then" she said. "My baby is hungry, and she is going to eat. There is nothing wrong with what I'm doing. Now please leave me alone."

It wasn't even a minute later, when a man in a blue uniform arrived at her table.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid I am going to have to escort you from the premises" he said. "Please gather your things, or I will have to do it for you."

"You can't kick me out for feeding my baby!" she said.

"I'm afraid I have to. You are breaking mall rules. You need to leave now Ma'am."

Sandra was steamed. First the stupid manager, now this cop. They were kicking her out, just because she was breast feeding her baby! What the hell kind of country is it where you can't do the most natural of acts in public? How could they do this to her?

"I don't understand" she protested to the manager, who returned to her table.

"I'm sorry, but you are exposing yourself in a public place. That is against the mall rules."

"I am going to escort you to your car now Ma'am" said the mall cop. "Don't make me call the police, and have charges pressed against you."

"Charges? You must be out of your mind" she said, as she put Elizabeth back into her carrier, and closed up her bra and her sweater.

"Sorry Ma'am, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them" said the security officer.

"What kind of person would write a rule like that? A man? The magazines in the next shop have pictures of women exposing a lot more than I am, but that is okay. The sports bar at the east end has racy posters of women selling beer. It's okay to bear your breasts to sell beer, but not to feed your baby? And not to mention the Hooters you have in the mall."

The two men looked at each other for a moment, not wanting to admit how often they had visited there.

"There is nothing I can do Ma'am" said the manager. "Now for the last time, please leave."

"I wish you both were women, so that you'd understand" said Sandra. "I wish you had hungry babies of your own."

She was crying as Officer Mulligan escorted her to her car, and watched her drive away from the mall.

* * *

 

"That was quite a scene today, eh Charlie?" said security officer Mulligan, as he took a swig of his beer.

"You've got that right Dennis" replied Charlie Chandler, the restaurant manager. They decided after work to kick back at the Hooters in the mall, for a beer and a plate of wings, before they headed home for the evening. It was their usual hangout, and they frequented the establishment often. The beer was cold, the wings were hot, and oh, by the way, the waitresses were young, pretty girls who happened to be stacked.

"That lady was pretty crazy to pull a stunt like that, then make it sound like *we* were in the wrong for asking her to stop."

"Yeah, some people are just out of control. I'm just glad she didn't explode, and get out of hand."

"You've got that right bud. Well, look at the time, I gotta run. The old lady gets on me if I don't show up at a reasonable time."

"I know what you mean. My Ex was really strict on that."

"See you tomorrow."

"Same here."

They drained their beers, and left together.

* * *

 

The next day at work was a busy one for both Charlie and Dennis. Neither one of them even gave a thought to the incident of the previous day. However, they would soon learn a tough lesson from their sins of the previous day.

Charlie was busy making sure that his lazy employees didn't slack off and keep customers waiting. But he felt funny today. First of all, he had been craving certain foods he didn't normally eat, ever since he woke up. He took a handful of pickle slices from the condiment tray, and munched on them as he worked.

And there was this itching he kept feeling in his chest. It must be something to do with his shirt, he decided. All day long, it kept itching, and it was now sore around his nipples from all he had scratched at it.

 

Dennis was making his usual rounds, keeping a sharp eye out for shoplifters. Today, he decided to concentrate on a couple of stores that sold women's clothes. Not that they had high theft reports, but because it was interesting to look at all the new looks for fall. He then looked around the shoe store, and was pleased to see that boots with heels were making a comeback.

Next, he went over to the lingerie store, and checked out what was happening there. All those bras hanging on the racks looked so soft and so inviting. He touched some of them, just to feel the silky fabric.

At the department store, he went to the cosmetics counter, and asked the sales lady if they had any cream for dry skin. He didn't tell her that it was his chest where he was itching, but it felt so raw and dry that it was starting to get sore.

He went into the locker room, and took his shirt off. He applied the soothing cream on his sore nipples, and they felt much better. They were so red and raw that they were actually somewhat swollen.

He smelled the light floral scent from the cream, and was somewhat embarrassed. Not what you'd want a security officer to smell like. But he found himself rubbing it on his hands too.

 

Charlie's shirt felt tight on him. Combined with the itching, it was driving him crazy. Oh well, it was only a few minutes before quitting time, and he would meet up with Dennis for a couple of beers, and a good look at some hot young babes in tight shirts and shorts.

And speaking of shorts, he was having a problem with his pants today too. They kept wanting to slide down on him, too low. Maybe that diet was paying off finally, and his waist was getting slimmer. He had to tighten his belt, but the pants wanted to ride down low. He kept on pulling them back up, but they'd slide down to his hips.

* * *

 

At last it was quitting time, and Charlie met Dennis for their daily round of beers. It was Thursday, which was a bonus for both of them: their wives both were enrolled in a floral arranging class together, so they didn't have to rush home for dinner. In fact, the girls would all go out after class, so the guys didn't have to be home until 9pm!

They sat at their favorite table, where they had a great view of the big screen TV, the hot babe who tended bar, and of course the door where the waitresses went through going too and from the kitchen.

The basketball game was on at 7pm, so the pregame was on. The men watched the screen and the girls, but rarely ever looked at each other. When guys go out, for whatever reason, they seem afraid to look each other in the eye when they talk. And these two were no exception. Their eyes were glued on the girls and the game, so they didn't even notice the changes they were each going through.

 

Hillary was their favorite waitress, and today she had their table. She brought out a pitcher of beer, and a large plate of chicken wings (extra hot of course). The guys started on the large platter of food, drinking lots of beers.

It was strange how a couple of times they would catch a couple of the cute young waitresses looking at them, then turn away and giggle with each other. The really hot chick behind the bar also seemed to have been staring at them all night.

Of course, in their male minds, these were all signs that these girls wanted them! Of course, why would a pretty girl look at them like that, unless they were attracted to them? Their male egos puffed up even more than they normally would be from the beer.

Charlie's chest hurt now, but the beer acted as a pain killer, and made him forget it. Dennis hurt too. It wasn't his stomach, but it felt like something inside him, closer to his groin. He chugged another beer.

If either Charlie or Dennis had looked at each other, they would have been shocked at what they saw, even in the dim lighting. But still, their eyes were looking out, at the large screen, and the girls.

 

"It looks like you could use another pitcher" said Hillary.

"Sure" said Charlie.

A few minutes later, she returned with another pitcher full of beer. She put it on the table, and poured them each a glass.

"Sorry, but I have to ask this. Are you guys doing this as a joke, or is it some ploy to get attention?"

"What do you mean?" asked Dennis.

Hillary laughed out loud.

"Jan wants to know if you're trying to get a job here or something. I've known you for years, so I said you're just trying to tell the girls that you want to be friends."

"What are you talking about?" said Charlie.

"Okay, so it is a joke. You're going to play dumb with me?" said Hillary, turning to leave them. The guys just stared at her shiny shorts as she strutted off in anger.

"Whats gotten into her?" said Dennis.

"Search me" said Charlie.

They went back to watching the game. But a few minutes later, Hillary returned, with her manager, a stern looking woman named Carol.

"Look" said Carol gruffly, "we have a situation here. You two are causing too much of a stir, and it is disruptive. So I'm giving you a choice. Either you remove those fake breasts right now, or you go home. Do I make myself clear?"

"What fake breasts?" said Charlie, laughing.

"Oh, so they're real are they?" said Hillary. "You should apply for a job here. You're stacked enough."

Carol elbowed her, and gave her a dirty look. It was at that moment that Charlie finally looked at Dennis, and vice versa. The were both too stunned to speak.

Dennis was wearing his blue security uniform, with a black tie. But the shirt was tight up top, because there were two large mounds on his chest. They pushed the shirt out, pushing the shirt away from him. From button hole to button hole, there was a gap from the strain of the shirt pulling. His tie was pushed forward, then dangled straight down from the overhang.

It was the same for Charlie, but with one key difference. He wore a white dress shirt, which made the outline of his large nipples very clear to see. The dark rings of color from his silver dollar sized aereolas were also visible beneath the white shirt.

Neither man had noticed their own changes, nor that of each other until this instant. But one thing was clear: they both had large breasts now.

 

Charlie started unbuttoning his shirt, in a panic.

"Get these things off of me! What did you do to me?" he said loudly. Everybody in the restaurant fell silent, and stared at him.

"Sir, don't do that here. Use the restroom" said Carol, the manager. But he ignored her, and soon he was undoing the buttons on his cuffs, so he could pull the shirt off. Everyone stared at him, as he removed his shirt, and looked down in horror at his chest.

"You've got tits Charlie" said Dennis.

"Shut up!" roared Charlie. "You've got them too!"

Dennis put his hands over his large mounds of flesh. Oh god, he could *feel* it. These weren't fakes. They were real!

"No....it can't be" he said, almost in a whisper. "No....."

Charlie stood up, to run to the men's room to hide from his shame. But in doing so, his pants fell down to the floor. They were too big to stay up, now that he no longer had a 36 inch waist. The curve of his hips was quite visible now. He started towards the men's room, but the pants were down around his ankles. There was a buzz of laughter from the other patrons.

"That's it, I'm calling the cops if you're not out of here in twenty seconds. Those are the best fake boobs I've ever seen, but enough is enough" said Carol. Charlie pulled up his pants, hastily put his shirt back on, and headed towards the door. His shoes came right off his feet. They were way too large now.

"Hold it Charlie, I'm right behind you!" said Dennis, his mind flying wildly in a panic. They tried to be inconspicuous, but it was hard for the shopping crowd not to notice two people with men's faces, but women's bodies, wearing clothes that were way too big for them. The ducked into the security office that Dennis used. Luckily, there was nobody there.

 

Once in the safety of privacy, they undressed to examine themselves. The first thing that Dennis did was to touch himself between the legs. He looked up helplessly at Charlie.

"You too?"

"Yes. I don't understand! What happened to us?"

"I don't know, but we're turning into women."

Dennis began to cry. He felt completely lost. His manhood was gone. Gone! He looked like a girl now, except for his face. He had been in the marines! He had fought in a war! He was fierce and brave. But now he faced something more terrifying than flying bullets and exploding mortars: a pussy between his legs. He broke down and sobbed.

"It's not fair!" wailed Charlie.

"What are we going to do?" cried Dennis.

He looked up at his friend.

"Oh no" he said.

"What now?"

"Your hair. Its long. I didn't even see it happen to you! You've got long hair now!"

"And so do you. You look just like a woman."

"You *are* a woman."

"And you too."

They were both too frazzled to think straight. They could not comprehend this. All they knew was that they were living a nightmare.

* * *

 

Dennis and Charlie dried their tears, and tried to think of what they could do. Then they heard a knock on the door. Charlie's heart raced. Dennis panicked. Someone was going to see them like this!

"Charlie? Dennis? It's me, Hillary" said a voice at the door. "Please, let me in. I want to help you."

The reluctantly opened the door. She already knew. What harm could there be now? They looked up as she walked in carrying a bag.

"You've changed since you left!" she said, shocked. "You really look like women now. Do you still have your...."

"No" said Dennis with the voice of someone who has suffered the greatest loss imaginable.

"Mine's gone too" said Charlie.

"Other than your faces, I'd never know who you are."

"What are we going to do?" said Dennis. "We can't go out like this!"

"You're going to have to go out" replied Hillary. "You can't stay in this little office forever. Look, I don't know what just happened to you, but I feel bad. I've got some clothes here, but you're going to need to go shopping and get something proper on."

She handed them two T-shirts from the restaurant, along with two pairs of shiny orange shorts. They were resistant, but what choice did they have? They couldn't go out in their current clothes. The shirt Dennis wore came down almost to his knees. Looking in the mirror, it reminded him of a woman he once laid at his apartment. In the morning, she put on his shirt, and it looked really sexy. But to see *himself* as a woman in a long men's shirt....it wasn't quite the same.

For both of them, their boxers were too long, and showed under their shorts. But the hot shorts were too tight as it was, and they looked silly with their boxers pushed up inside. So they had to go without underwear.

So Dennis and Charlie reluctantly found themselves dressed like Hooters girls, except that neither one had a bra, so both showed under their skimpy Ts.

"Let me show you how to tie the know in the back" said Hillary, "so that you expose your midriffs, and look authentic."

Now both of them looked just like the girls they always ogled. It was humiliating and frightening. The outfits really showed off how well each of them was built, from their long sexy legs, to their womanly curves, to up top where they were both *very* well endowed.

"Okay, now we'll go shopping. I'll introduce you as two of our girls. Just play along. They won't recognize who you are. How much cash do you each have?"

"I've got $20, but I've got a credit card" said Charlie.

"Unless you're able to prove that you're Charile's wife or daughter, I don't that the card will do you much good."

"I've got $250" said Dennis.

"And I've got $150, but mostly in small bills from tips" said Hillary. So you've each got a little over $200 to shop with."

"That shouldn't be a problem" said Dennis.

"You've never shopped for lady's clothes, have you" said Hillary, shaking her head. "You can spend that just on a good pair of shoes."

They looked at each other. They had no idea.

"We'll have to stick to some of the value retailers, and avoid anything too fashionable. Come with me" she said.

They followed her out into the mall. For Dennis, it was harder for him to do this, than it had been to parachute behind enemy lines. That was easy; he had a gun, training, and a whole platoon. But this was hard! He had nothing but a skimpy outfit, a buddy who just turned into a girl, and a *real* girl, who they didn't quite know if they could trust, after all the times they had looked at her like a piece of meat.

 

The first place she took them was the shoe store. They couldn't go around without anything on their feet in the mall. She found them each reasonable shoes for $60 each. With tax, they now each had less than $140. The shoes were cute, but not the latest style. They were black, had a small heel, and would go with most any outfit.

"My feet feel bare" said Charlie, never having worn a women's shoe before. "Will these little straps really keep it on?"

"It feels so weird to have the straps between my toes like this" said Dennis.

"You'll get used to it" said Hillary reassuringly, but it sounded ominous to Dennis. Like their new bodies were going to be *permanent*. But he didn't have time to brood about it, because now it was time to head to the lingerie store.

Hillary helped them get fit for bras. Charlie was a C cup, while Dennis was a D. Hillary helped them select decent, comfortable bras that were reasonably priced, then grabbed a 3-pack of panties to save money. She had them leave the store so they could put their new undies on.

"You need support. You can't go around jiggling like that" she said. "And do you really want to go around with just your shorts on? You need panties."

The used the women's restrooms to put them on. Both felt embarrassed to be in there. They also soon felt the strange alien sensation of having their breasts supported and shaped by an underwire bra. And to have soft panties caress them under their tight shorts. It was both exciting in a way and scary to think about.

When they emerged, Hillary looked at them, and nodded in approval.

"Now we need to get you some decent outfits. But first, we've got to do something about those names. I can't yell out 'Dennis come here!' when we're shopping for skirts. No, I think that I will call you Kelli."

Dennis looked stunned.

"Kelli? With an 'i'?"

"Yes. You are Kelli now. And for you Charlie, I think I will call you...Rosalie."

"I'm Kelli?"

"And I'm Rosalie?"

"Yes. Aren't those better names for you, now that you're girls?"

"I guess..."

And so they now had girls names, as they walked into the clothing store. Hillary did the shopping, and selected a light blue velvet miniskirt for Kelli, on sale for just $25.99. It would look really cute with her shoes. For Rosalie, she found a black knee length stretch skirt. It was also on sale, for $38.

Then it was on to tops. She picked out a lacy tank top for Rosalie, on sale for $18. Then she splurged to get Kelli a cashmere halter top, which tied up in back, and was on sale for half off! Along with two cheap handbags, it used up the last of their money. But now each of the 'new girls' had proper outfits.

It was back to the lady's restroom, so they could put on their new outfits, after removing the tags. They each went into a stall, and emerged a few minutes later. They both stared at each other.

"You look hot" said Rosalie.

"I can't believe it. You look really cute" replied Kelli.

"I know! Don't you just love it?"

"What do you mean? This is terrible!"

"No it isn't. This is *wonderful*!"

"What's gotten into you Charlie?"

"I used to be Charlie. But now I'm Rosalie, and I'm a girl. Isn't that just the coolest thing!!!"

"You're scaring me here!" said Kelli. Up until a few minutes ago, Charlie had been a man. A store manager. A guy who loved looking at women. But now, he was transformed. And he was starting to *act* like he was a girl. He seemed to *like* who he was now.

Dennis had been a marine, and he didn't think that anything could ever scare him. But now, he was shaking. He was a girl. His best friend was transformed too, and now had lost his mind. There was no way that he would give in! He would fight this!

"What's wrong Kelli? Why are you fighting it? Just let yourself go! *Be* a woman inside. You'll love it!"

"Never" said Kelli, struggling inside to remind herself that she was really Dennis. She didn't want to let go. She couldn't let herself.

"Please, for me? Just look at yourself in the mirror! You're a cute chick! This is real Kel! Just let yourself be a girl! You'll love it. I am *so* glad this happened to me. I would never go back, even if I had a choice."

Kelli just stared at her friend.

"But we don't have a choice Kelli. This isn't going to go away. Its who we are now. Come on, for me! Please, just let yourself go. Its very easy. Just look inside, and you'll find that you really are a girl. Let yourself be her. Let her take over. Let go your male pride. You're not a man anymore. You never will be. Just..."

"No!!!" said Kelli, cutter her off. "I'll never give in. I'll never be a girl. You can do that if you want, but I'm not going to forget who I really am!"

Rosalie came over and gave her a hug.

"I'm your friend Kelli. I'm just telling you what I think is best. But I'll support you, whatever you do."

They walked out of the restroom, to meet Hillary.

* * *

 

"I wish we had more money, so I could buy some makeup" said Rosalie. "They had a $10 gift set at that one store today."

"You wouldn't want that" said Hillary, shaking her head.

"Why not?"

"It's cheap for a reason. It won't go on nice, it won't look good. If you want makeup, you have to invest in the good stuff. Sorry girls, but you'll come to find that women's clothes, jewelry, shoes and yes, makeup, are more expensive than they ought to be. It all takes money."

Rosalie was very disappointed, but Kelli was relieved. But both of the girls looked pretty without makeup. Their faces now had changed too, and there was no way to tell who they had been before. They were completely female in body. And Rosalie had completely crossed over, mind and spirit. Even her walk had changed. Only Kelli still clung to the last vestiges of her maleness, in her mind.

"I'm going to take you out to lunch" offered Hillary. They went to a cafe in the mall.

"But we don't have any money" said Kelli.

"I've got a credit card" replied Hillary.

They ate their light lunches. Hillary and Rosalie checked out the guys passing in the mall, while Kelli tried to ignore them. As far as she was concerned, Rosalie was a goner. She wasn't even close to the friend that Dennis once new. She was just a young girl making idle chit-chat with a female friend.

Kelli looked at Rosalie closer. She seemed much younger than when they first transformed. In fact, she looked like a high school student, more than an adult in her 30s. Perhaps it was the face? But other subtle things looked different too. Her skin was clearer and smoother than before. Her bust looked smaller. And her curves less prominent.

Kelli examined herself, but she wasn't changing like that. In fact, her breasts felt even more swollen now. Thankfully, she was wearing the halter top, so she had taken off her bra. But her nipples felt very sensitive, and everything felt swollen.

"Rosalie, are you all right?" said Kelli.

Her friend didn't look very well. In fact, it was clear now that she was changing again. Her clothes were way too big on her, looking like a young girl dressing up in mommy's clothes. And before Kelli's eyes, she continued to shrink.

"What's going on?" she said to Hillary, who didn't seem to think it was a big deal. She just kept on talking about clothes, shopping, and other things that held no interest for Kelli.

Now Rosalie looked like a 5 year old girl, with a chubbier rounded face. Her voice was even higher pitched, with the vocal imperfections of a young child. And before long, she was no longer even saying real words. It was just the noises of a young child, before she learned to talk.

She continued to get smaller. Her hair was getting shorter, and soon it became thin and darker, only covering part of her head. Her limbs were shorter and chubby. She was an infant now, a baby. And she began to cry.

"You had better pick her up" said Hillary. "She needs her mommy."

"I'm not her mommy!" protested Kelli.

Hillary ignored her, and handed the baby over to her. Kelli was now holding baby Rosalie. But holding her and bouncing her lightly didn't help. She was still crying, louder and louder.

"What's wrong?" said Kelli.

"I think she's hungry. She wants to be fed" replied Hillary.

"But I don't have any baby food."

"She's too young for baby food. She needs formula."

"We don't have a bottle, and we don't have formula!" said Kelli.

"Are you lactating?" asked Hillary.

"What?"

"If you're lactating, you could breast feed her."

"But...."

"Look at your top! You've got a wet spot. The baby's crying is triggering your hormones to start your flow of milk. Now go ahead, and feed her."

"But I...I can't..."

"Just do it!"

Kelli let Hillary untie the halter top in the back, and let one side of it fall down. She pulled back to expose her engorged breast. The baby in her arms saw the nipple, and went right for it. Kelli looked up, amazed at what she felt.

Since the earliest beginnings of the human race, breast feeding has been a way for a mother to bond with her baby. It brings a closeness to them both, and gives off a warm feeling inside. Only a mother who has experienced this wonderful joyous moment can understand what it means to a woman.

Kelli started cooing, and gently touching her baby. She loved her baby, and she loved how she was nurturing her now. She would grow up to be a pretty girl one day. Kelli would do everything she could to care for her baby.

She looked up, but Hillary was nowhere to be seen. She returned her full attention to little Rosalie.

 

"Pardon me Ma'am" said a man, "but you're going to have to stop doing that here."

"What?" said Kelli, looking up to see a security officer.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but that is indecent, and you need to stop right now."

"But officer, what could be more natural? What is wrong with a baby feeding?"

"You're exposing yourself Ma'am. If you don't stop right now, I am going to have to take you in, and have you arrested."

"Arrested? Just for feeding my baby?"

"Please don't argue with me. You need to stop now. This is you last warning."

Kelli looked up helplessly, not sure what to do. Her baby mattered to her more than anything. How dare this man tell her what not to do? She was enraged inside. But she didn't want to be put into jail, and be separated from her baby.

Kelli made Rosalie stop feeding, which resulted in a new round of crying. She refastened her top, and noticed the somehow Rosalie's clothes on the chair had transformed into a baby outfit. She dressed little Rosalie, and headed over to Hillary's restaurant to find out where her friend had gone to.

But inside she was seething. She swore that she would make this her new mission in life. She was going to start a protest at the mall, and shut them down if they didn't change their inane policy. She would see to it that all mother's had their rights protected.

 

Kelli walked into Hooters, and looked around. There was Hillary, waiting on a table. She approached her and smiled.

"Oh what a cute baby!" said Hillary. "Can I hold her?"

"Sure" said Kelli, handing her over.

Hillary bounced her, and smiled at her.

"What's her name?" she asked.

"Hillary, you saw her. You know what happened!"

"I'm sorry Miss, but I've never seen you before. How do you know me? Oops, forgot. Name tag. Duh."

"No! We went shopping! We had lunch!"

"You've got me confused with someone else" she said.

"So you didn't help us today?"

"I've never seen you before. I'd remember a cute baby like this."

Kelli's face went pale. If they weren't with Hillary, then who was that? It looked just like her! But she wasn't lying, Kelli could tell.

"What's the matter? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"I'm sorry, I was lost for a second. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Wait. You know, you're pretty cute there yourself. Are you here to apply for a job? You've got the right bod for it. We could really use another waitress."

"I, um..." said Kelli. Her mind raced. This place objectified women, giving men an excuse to stare at them. But what was she going to do? She had no job, no home, nothing.

"Yes, I'd like to apply for a job here" she said.

"I'll go get Carol" said Hillary. "With boobs like yours, you're a shoe in. Be right back."

 

Kelli was about to embark on her new career...

  

  

  

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