Saturday

Cliff regretted the comment as soon as he made it. He had a long, tiresome day at the office, and he was quite vocal about it. His girlfriend Nancy tried to voice her own complaints about her job. He insisted she couldn’t have it as tough as he did. After all, he worked at a high pressure job on Wall Street; she worked for tips.

He knew Nancy knew magic, but he couldn’t imagine she was even capable of doing something like this. He soon found his head atop her shoulders while hers were on his. She told if that if thought her job was so easy, maybe he should be the one to do it tomorrow.

She made him sleep on the couch. It was uncomfortable, not because of the furniture, but because of the fact he was coping with an unfamiliar body. He found himself getting cold more easily, and the large breasts made rolling from side to side more difficult. He hoped she would reverse the swap before she had to go to work the next day. Instead, she had her outfit ready for him.

He groaned as he slid into the dress -- a frilly German style one that she had to wear at the beer hall where she served. If he was uncomfortable before, it was even worse for Cliff now. His feet were hurting from the heels even before he started working.

Fortunately, despite the fact that it was head on Nancy’s body, everyone else just saw him as her. Unfortunately, this meant he had to deal with customers hitting on him or (at one point) even pinching his rear. After only thirty minutes, he was more than ready to apologize, but he still had seven hours to go on her shift. What a terrible way for him to have to spend his Saturday! He was never going to complain about his own job again!