"Two weeks..." I said to myself as I lay back on the bed I had come to call my own since my arrival in Hell. "Two whole weeks and I still haven't even heard anything about any of my family."
I sighed at my situation, trying to ignore my now obviously feminine voice. I sat up, also trying to ignore the odd feeling of flesh bouncing on my chest. The breasts that had grown there weren't huge, but they were far larger than I had ever thought I'd had. I didn't really know sizes, but I'd guess they were maybe a small B-cup.
I glanced across the room into the mirror that was placed there. The person I saw there looked more like an older version of my sister Zoe than it did me, though there were a few distinct differences. The shoulder length hair the person had was a deep red, almost blood colored, which no one in my family had. There were also my eyes, which were a violet color instead of my old brown.
Another sigh escaped my lips as I looked at myself. My face had become more androgynous lately, and my overall body had slimmed, in most places at least. My hips and chest, to my disdain, were actually expanding. All traces of my masculinity were fading quickly. Even the one undeniable bit of proof I had left was, as much as I hated to admit it, shrinking quite quickly.
As a matter of fact, while out searching the city, more than a few demons had called me 'miss'. After a while, I had stopped correcting them, especially once my new breasts became more pronounced.
I stood from the bed and walked across the room, taking a small piece of string from the table in the center of the room. Using the string, I tied my hair back to keep it out of my eyes. I had decided not to waste any time that I could be using to look for my family on getting a haircut, not that I had any money to pay even if I wanted one.
I heard the door to my room open, and turned to see the bartender standing in the doorway. "Hey, J. I got a proposition that I think will be beneficial for the both of us."
"Oh? And what would that be?" I asked.
"Well, one of my regular servers isn't gonna show today." the bartender said. "So, I'm a bit shorthanded. Think you could help me out? I could pay you."
"I would, but I need to get out there and keep searching. You know that..."
"I know that running around the city hasn't gotten you anywhere." he said. "You can't allow this search of yours to consume you completely. You're denying yourself even basic amenities. You wouldn't be eating, drinking, or having a place to sleep if not for my generosity. You're clothes are in terrible shape..."
I looked down at my clothing. My t-shirt and jeans were torn and dirty. My shoes no longer fit right (My feet had obviously shrunk along with the rest of me.) and were uncomfortable to walk in. I let out a low groan.
"Come on, kid. Help me out here. It might be good for you to take a break from this relentless search of yours."
"...fine." I said. "I'll help you out today. But just this once."
The bartender grinned. "Should be all I need from ya." he said. "Come on, we'll get you into a uniform."
I took a step forward, then paused as his words sunk in. "Uniform?"
