Gary tittered prettily as a woman slapped at his wiggling ass.
Without turning, Gary the waitress stepped up to his next table.
'Can I help you...' he began in his gorgeous little voice before suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness.
Suddenly something struck him as strange - the feeling of his delicate little feet being bent into a sharp angle by his pretty little black heels.
But why would seem strange?
It was no more strange than...
Another wave of dizziness.
Suddenly Gary glanced down at himself in shock.
The feeling of his nylons tight against his legs - the seams carefully kept perfectly straight, the feeling of big lacy granny-panties around his wide hips, the swishing of the petticoats beneath his dress, the almost-pleasant squeeze of his bullet bra, the tingle of long hair against his neck...
Why did it all feel so...?
He was wearing a dress! Not just a dress, but a ridiculous 50s number, the knee-length skirt lifted by soft white frills, a tiny apron tied around his little waist, a little cap on his bouncily curled hair!
He looked like some kind of old-timey waitress in a movie!
He could feel his high-heels! His nylons, and the panty-girdle keeping them up!
...And his TITS!...
He could barely look down without poking his eye out!
Two ridiculous torpedo tits, jutting out so high on his little chest! His uniform stretched out between the two peaks of his wobbling but firm boobflesh! A fashionable little belt just beneath his ribcage exaggerating the length of his torso and legs, and - along with the silly, bullet-shaped brassiere pulled so tightly against his breasts, his BREASTS!, the wide straps heavy against his shoulders - transformed his chest into a pointing, perky shelf of ludicrous tit!
He quickly glanced around - women, dressed normally... and... Other women? Little, busty women decked out in the most excessive excesses of 50s fashion!
Wait... He recognised some of them!
Coach...? The Doctor...? Mr. Johnson..?
Could they really be...?
He quickly poked himself in the crotch.
People were staring now.
His dick! It was still there! Tiny - joke tiny - but still there!
Oh God, could these silly little giggling, torpedo-tittied paragons of submissive 50s Femininity be...
His two delicate little hands reached up unconsciously as his unbelieving gaze moved downwards again.
Moved up to grab and squeeze in incredulous horror at those two perky, pointy...
'Miss, are you okay?'
Gary paused, his dizziness suddenly passed.
What had he been thinking about?
It had seemed kinda...
He suddenly realised that every pair of female eyes was locked on where he was grabbing at his...
He blushed furiously and yanked his hands back, leaving two bosoms bouncing mouthwatering in their wake.
'Oh... I'm... I'm sorry... I just... Um...' he squeaked in humiliation, before turning and prancing back into the kitchen as fast as he could.
What was WRONG with him!?! He'd NEVER live this down! A proper little boy like him didn't... His blush intensified and, on the verge of tears, he vanished into the diner kitchen to beg to have the rest of the day off...
Watching his humiliation, his jilted customer smiled slightly - almost knowingly...
