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now your a bar tender at Hooters... Hooters?
I don't work at Hooters, that's for females! Right silly!
As you think of yourself of being crazy for thinking that, your height decreases from 6"2 to 5"10, Then to 5"7. Your arms thin out, as your shoulder broaden. Your clothes change to that of more of a female. You look down. "WHAT THE HELL?!" You shout, as your legs begin to thin, causing you to stumble, forcing you to hang onto the railing. Your blond hair begin to grow in heaths, making it all the way to your shoulders with the top of your head becoming brown. Your waist caves in, causing you to fall even with the help of the railing.
"Stop it... please." You beg to an imaginary force, as you begin to cough up your adam's apple, changing your voice to more feminine. Your hands and feet become of petite an feminine, with your thighs pumping up with fat. You continue to sob was your pegs begin to loosen up and grow. They keep getting bigger and bigger, stopping at a size that Hooters would definitely take in.
'Hooters? I work there' You think. 'Wait, that's wrong! I have a job at Walmart and my name is Mellissa! Wait, that's wrong... I work at Hooters