"You can't really expect me to wear that..." I said, looking at the uniform the demonic bartender handed to me.
"Of course I do. I generally only higher female demons, and you happen to fit that description more than a human male." he said.
"I won't do it." I said, tossing the clothes to him. "I won't wear that..."
"It's not all torn up like what you're wearing now." the bartender said. "Besides, like I said, you'll b compensated. You'll be able to get yourself whatever kind of clothes you want with the money you earn."
I sighed. He was right. My current clothing was nearly unwearable, and uncomfortable on my altered body. I lowered my head and held out my hand, taking the uniform as he handed it to me. He left and I quickly got changed.
Looking into the large mirror in the corner of the room, I snarled at what I saw. The clothing was undeniably feminine. The top I had been given left my stomach exposed, and showed off more of my recently acquired cleavage than I'd have liked. The other part of the outfit was a skirt that barely came to the middle of my thigh.
Despite what I felt, the image in the mirror appeared, completely, to be a girl. Albeit, a girl with strangely red hair and purple eyes, and a bit masculine looking.
I sighed one more time and went out to the bar to face the patrons.
The 8 hours that I spent working in the bar seemed to stretch on forever. The work wasn't particularly hard, but some of the demons I encountered over the course of the day had gotten a bit too friendly with me, some even going as far as getting a bit grabby. Even with that, however, the day wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. I even kind of enjoyed it, at some points. All of the attention I had gotten was kind of nice.
I walked into my room and slumped down onto my bed. I was too exhausted to even change out of the uniform I was given.
"Gotta get myself some new clothes tomorrow. Need something better than this for searching the city..." I mumbled to myself, before quickly falling into a deep sleep.
