The stone flashed. Jon felt his clothes change into something skin tight. He opened his eyes to find that he was in a dressing room. He was wearing a woman's leotard, similar to a playboy bunny's. Jon looked into a nearby mirror. He was still male! His leotard did nothing to hide the bulge of his cock. Male face, male voice. He felt between his legs to confirm what the mirror showed him. Yes, same cock he had this morning. As Jon ran his hands over the material of his outfit, he noted that he had a bra fitted with fake dd-cup breasts underneath. Suddenly the dressing room door opened and a woman stuck her head in. She was wearing an outfit identical to Jon's, except for the addition of a pair of fake kitty ears.
"There you are, Jon," she said. "We need you out on the floor right away. We've got a good crowd tonight and its a chance for some good tips. And try to smile when the guests grope you. They're supposed to."
"I'll be right there," said Jon, putting a pair of fake ears on. He must be some sort of waitress. But what kind of waitress dressed like this? And he was supposed to let patrons fondle him? He went out ito the resturaunt to meet the other woman. As he looked around, he realized that he wasn't an ordinary waitress, he was a cocktail waitress. It must be the Kitten Klub. His friend Pete, the youngest of his siblings, had an older brother who went here sometimes and had described it to them. But Jon was still male. Would anyone else notice, or would they think he was female? The other woman didn't act like Jon was different, but did she think he was female or was she just used to having a male waitress? He warily approached the woman who had talked to him before.
