For what should otherwise have been a normal night at work, Pete had the strangest feeling something was off. His coworkers, for one, seemed to be having an extraordinary evening. Any time he had needed to talk to any of them, they'd have a wry grin on their face or make a strange comment or two. At the same time, Pete didn't complain when one of his coworkers, Natalie, complimented him on his trial uniform. "I never knew you had such great legs, Pete," she had said with what he thought was a pretty genuine smile. He just blushed and thanked her for the comment and went back to waiting tables.
The customers, too, seemed to treat him a little differently tonight. One couple in particular seemed to not like him in the least bit. There was nothing he could say or do to placate them. It was like his very presence offended them for some reason. Either way, he traded tables with one of the guys and things seemed to settle down a bit. Working at a more formal bar did tend to attract some eccentric customers, so Pete knew that they probably just weren't going to be happy with him regardless. It never once crossed his mind, however, that it was due to his wearing what he now regarded as a unisex uniform.
Speaking of the uniform, Pete couldn't help but enjoy wearing it to some extent. The hose bunched a little bit from time to time, but otherwise, he thought the silky feeling on his legs was quite pleasant. His skirt wasn't that bad either. The combination didn't strike Pete as strange in the least bit.
Pete had easily topped his biggest night for tips up to that point. Pete almost recommended to John that all of the waiters where the unisex uniform, but stopped himself thinking that if he continued in the trail he could quite a bit of money before it finished.
John came over to Pete towards the end of the night and asked him how the night had been. “Not too bad apart from the odd one or two customers,” He told John honestly "If you wish to keep wearing that uniform every night, you'll get no complaints from me. It's been hard getting some of the guys to change their old uniforms to the new ones. You know what it's like when you get used to something it's hard to change” John told him trying to hide the smile on his face I'll... ahem... ask the other guys if they want to trade theirs in as well, but I'll leave it up to them."
With the time getting closer to 12:30 am, and the gang wanting to go to the clubs, Pete headed back into the female locker room to get changed out of his uniform for the night.
Pete stopped outside the female changing room for a minute. Something inside him said that he should not be going in there. Just as he stood there thinking this Jenny came walking up to him. “Are you not coming inside to get changed Pete?” she asked. This invite removed the confusion from his head. Surely she would not be asking him inside if he wasn’t allowed and with that he followed her inside.
The changing room much as he remembered it looking that afternoon when he had put on his new uniform. The main difference was this time there were more people in it. These were his female co-workers from the shift they had all just finished. The four women looked a little anxious at the fact he was there but tried not to show this to Pete. They remembered John’s words from earlier that if they made Pete aware that he was not meant to be there they would lose the discomfort bonus that John was paying them. Pete turned to locker 69 and took the clothes that were inside.
To his surprise, the clothes he took out didn't look like his original outfit. What he didn’t know was that outfit minus the underwear he still had on had been removed by Jenny under Johns’s instructions during the evening “Anything wrong Pete” asked Jenny. “Nothing” he replied. “Just I don’t remember wearing these clothes when I got here earlier today” He continued. “Let me have a look” was Jenny’s answer. “They look the same to me. I remember saying how good you looked in them.” Jenny said trying to hide the smile on her face when she saw the outfit he was holding.
“Well if you’re sure they’re mine I better get changed then. “ Pete said as he began to remove his “Unisex” Uniform. He then began to get dressed in the outfit from his locker.
He put the black pants on, finding them a little tricky at first because they were so tight. He then put on the grey top which no matter how hard he tried wouldn't cover his full stomach. He gave up when one of the girls told him that was the way it was meant to be worn. The shoes weren't too bad although the slight heel they had took a bit of getting used to. He assumed that they were new.
Turning to take a look at the complete outfit in the mirror. He was sure he had seen other people wearing something like it before which must have been why he had bought it. He turned back to the girls, Jenny told him that his war paint needed a little touch-up. He was not sure what she meant but for some reason, he felt like he could trust her advice tonight. She had been working at the bar for a while now and always looked nice, she had never steered him wrong so far so he let her fix his so-called war paint and then turned and said goodnight to her and the rest of the girls before walking out the changing room.
As soon as he closed the door behind him he was sure he could hear his colleagues laughing at something but he could not figure out what. Pete walked out to the bar and met his friends who were waiting for him as usual. Susan turned and said goodnight to her brother and turned to leave. This was the first time she had seen Pete since that afternoon and was beginning to regret telling John about their night out the day before. She and John were wearing almost the same outfits apart from the colour but knowing that her brother and Steven had planned the events of earlier that evening they would have made sure that there was nothing for Pete to change into if she made him aware of what he had been and was now wearing. She also knew how Pete would react so chose not to say anything and tried to carry on as if it was a normal night out.
