Seek Employment
Island of Change Collaberotica Version
Chapter 6
It took only a few uncomfortable leers to make your decision for you; You needed to get back to being a man in the safest, fastest way possible. And to do that, you had to work off your debt.
You try not to stumble too much as you walk towards the reception desk, your center of gravity all kinds of messed up as the pendulums on your chest sway back and forth, while your newly enlarged hips and rear throw off your typical stride, forcing you to, as best as you can now due to the canyon of cleavage, stare down at your newly tiny feet so that you did not trip over them. You just can't get over how alien your new body feels, or the growing pain in your back from your breasts, you couldn't wait to be back to being a man and getting on with your vacation.
You finally reach the reception desk and find that the man with the body of the obese woman is nowhere to be found, instead just a large plump woman dressed in a resort uniform manning the desk. It's strange but you swear that her body has the same ripples and bulges of fat that the previous employee had. You push past your momentary confusion and gather yourself, standing up as tall as you can (which is still far shorter than you had previously been) and put on what you hope is a pleasant smile as your plump lips curve against your teeth.
"Hello! My name is-" You begin, only for the receptionist to cut you off.
"Juanita Sanchez, room 518 yes I know who you are, ma'am, it's right here in our database" She says, her voice a slightly higher version of the man who checked you in only a short time earlier.
You blink, thrown off guard for a moment. "N-no, that's JUAN Sanchez"
"According to our database, your records clearly have you listed as female, ma'am. Can I help you?" The woman says again, and her voice is another pitch higher than it was moments ago.
"I...Ok, whatever. It's Juan. Listen, I was gambling in the casino and went double or nothing and lost. My card dealer said the best way to get changed back is to work off my debt, do you know where I can go or who I can talk too in order to sign up as an employee?"
"Why yes, of course! Let me contact my manager and they'll get you set up. Please wait one moment" Any trace of masculinity in the woman's voice was now gone as a sing-song, slightly nasally female voice swam into existence as the woman picks up the nearby phone and presses several numbers with her pudgy fingers. While you wait, you turn around and see the slightly line forming behind you of new arrivals, all of which are gawking at the other changed visitors moving through the lobby. You look as well, feeling awkward while you wait, witnessing a brunette in a blue top walking along with a man that seemed to be shrinking with every step he took, his clothes looking several sizes too big as the woman's top seemed to be straining against her suddenly growing breasts. You watch them look at each other in confusion before sitting down on a nearby bench, the man pulling himself upwards with some effort before a slight cough pulls your attention back to the reception desk.
"My manager will be right down to meet with you, Ms. Sanchez. I've been instructed to allow you into our employee only area while you wait. Let me get the door for you." The plump receptionist says with a small smile as she waddles towards the decorated door that had 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plastered on the front, opening it and waving you in.
You try walking once more, a clumsy, drunken stumble across the tile as you use the counter for support before crossing the threshold from the lobby and into the area behind the desk. Before the receptionist closes the door behind you, you cast one look out across the lobby, a sense of finality dropping onto your shoulders. In the last few moments you spy the woman in the blue top cradling her newly bulging stomach with one hand while her free hand sifts through a pile of empty clothes next to her. And then with a click the door shuts in fornt of you and the receptionist extends a hand towards another doorway immediately to your left, hidden from view of the counter.
"Please go down this hallway and enter the third room on your left. That's the floor office. My manager will be with you soon" The receptionist says before turning and waddling back towards the counter.
"Um, thanks you very much" You say, and catch yourself staring at her massive rear and the curl that seemed to be appearing beneath the skirt for a moment before slipping through the doorway. You clumsily make your way down the white, featureless corridor, closed, windowless doors passing you until you stop near the end, where the hallway branches out into two different directions. There, on the left, is an open door and beyond it, a small office with a metal table and two basic metal chairs, almost as if everything was waiting for you.
You try to shove off the sudden paranoid thoughts as you clamber into the office and take a seat in one of the chairs, wondering for a moment if the chairs were more cushioned than they originally looked before realizing it. It wasn't padding on the chair, it was just the new padding added to your body. You remember how incredible you looked in the casino mirror and you once again feel awkward in your newly smooth skin. Thankfully you don't have long to wait as five minutes later a man in another resort uniform wanders in, a folder in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Hello!" He says, extending a muscled arm out toward you, and you do your best to rise out of the chair and take his hand into yours, though you accidentally show off more than a little cleavage by accident as your much smaller, daintier hand slides into his, "You must be Ms. Sanchez"
"It's Mr. Sanchez, actually. My name is Juan" You say as you try not to sound annoyed. The fact that you were so casually referred to as a woman left you feeling uneasy, moreso than you already were.
"Well, in our paperwork it says Juanita Sanchez, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to call you by what's in the books. My name is Rick and I'm the day manager here at the hotel" He smiles at you, but you feel no warmth behind it, and his green eyes seem...vacant? You don't have much time to wonder as his much larger hand releases yours and he takes a seat across from you in the other chair, opening the folder and setting out a handful of papers that are covered in very fine print.
"So Ruby at the reception desk told me you're looking for work, which is wonderful, we're always looking to add new people to our resort team!" Rick says, and you try not to squirm under his unnatural looking gaze.
"Uh, yes. I, uh, went gambling at the casino and lost big time, and the card dealer said the best way to get back to normal would be to work off my debt? I'd like to do that, if possible" You say, wringing your long nailed hands together under the table as you fidget nervously.
"Of course! In fact, it's a rather common occurrence here at the Resort! In fact, it happens so often that we don't even have to wait for Human/Animal/Material Resources to get back, you can just sign the paperwork and we can put your to work immediately!" Rick says as he gives you another fake smile before sliding one of the pieces of paper towards you as he pulls a pen out of his shirt pocket, clicking it.
You take the pen and nearly drop it as it clacks against your much longer nails as you look at the contract in front of you. Regulation this, clause that, article here, license there. It's far too much for you to read and instead you simply gloss over it to the bottom where a line blank line rests next to the word 'Signature'. Part of you tells you that you should read the contract, but the far larger and more desperate part of you tells you that the sooner you get to work, the sooner you get back to normal.
You lower your hand and put the tip of the pen on the paper and quickly sign your name before handing the paper back to Rick, who smiles once more and slides the paper into the folder and closing it.
"Excellent, welcome to the Resort of Change team! Now before you can get to work, I need to address a few things with you. First off, the amount of debt that you owe. Given that you bet your masculinity and went double or nothing, your current debt at the casino stands at $10,000 dollars. This is on top of the $1000 service fee for being transformed and volunteering to work off your debt, which disqualifies you from the guest hospitality service"
Your heart lurches into your throat as you the blood drain out of your face.
"Your hotel room is now released from guest status and you will be moved into employee housing on the other side of the island. You will be supplied with seven uniforms for each day of the week, which is a service charge of $100 per uniform. Your personal belongings are being moved as we speak. For this, a service charge of $1000 will be added to your debt, and an additional $100 for each item that you brought with you. While in employee housing, you will be subject to utility fees, and you will be charged and additional $500 for any wardrobe changes you may require for off-duty use. You will be given an allowance for food and drink per day, with a service charge of $50 being added to your debt should you exceed it"
Rick slides the other two pieces of paper towards you and stands, still smiling and seemingly oblivious to the fact that he just crushed your soul.
"This is the list of available positions for you. We strive to make sure all of our employees select a job that they will enjoy and excel in. If none of these positions are of your liking, you are free to wait until one becomes available to you for an additional service charge of $500 per day"
Rick goes silent and after a few moments, you realize he's finished speaking. You try not to burst into tears as you realize that you're almost $20000 dollars in debt!
You try not to stumble too much as you walk towards the reception desk, your center of gravity all kinds of messed up as the pendulums on your chest sway back and forth, while your newly enlarged hips and rear throw off your typical stride, forcing you to, as best as you can now due to the canyon of cleavage, stare down at your newly tiny feet so that you did not trip over them. You just can't get over how alien your new body feels, or the growing pain in your back from your breasts, you couldn't wait to be back to being a man and getting on with your vacation.
You finally reach the reception desk and find that the man with the body of the obese woman is nowhere to be found, instead just a large plump woman dressed in a resort uniform manning the desk. It's strange but you swear that her body has the same ripples and bulges of fat that the previous employee had. You push past your momentary confusion and gather yourself, standing up as tall as you can (which is still far shorter than you had previously been) and put on what you hope is a pleasant smile as your plump lips curve against your teeth.
"Hello! My name is-" You begin, only for the receptionist to cut you off.
"Juanita Sanchez, room 518 yes I know who you are, ma'am, it's right here in our database" She says, her voice a slightly higher version of the man who checked you in only a short time earlier.
You blink, thrown off guard for a moment. "N-no, that's JUAN Sanchez"
"According to our database, your records clearly have you listed as female, ma'am. Can I help you?" The woman says again, and her voice is another pitch higher than it was moments ago.
"I...Ok, whatever. It's Juan. Listen, I was gambling in the casino and went double or nothing and lost. My card dealer said the best way to get changed back is to work off my debt, do you know where I can go or who I can talk too in order to sign up as an employee?"
"Why yes, of course! Let me contact my manager and they'll get you set up. Please wait one moment" Any trace of masculinity in the woman's voice was now gone as a sing-song, slightly nasally female voice swam into existence as the woman picks up the nearby phone and presses several numbers with her pudgy fingers. While you wait, you turn around and see the slightly line forming behind you of new arrivals, all of which are gawking at the other changed visitors moving through the lobby. You look as well, feeling awkward while you wait, witnessing a brunette in a blue top walking along with a man that seemed to be shrinking with every step he took, his clothes looking several sizes too big as the woman's top seemed to be straining against her suddenly growing breasts. You watch them look at each other in confusion before sitting down on a nearby bench, the man pulling himself upwards with some effort before a slight cough pulls your attention back to the reception desk.
"My manager will be right down to meet with you, Ms. Sanchez. I've been instructed to allow you into our employee only area while you wait. Let me get the door for you." The plump receptionist says with a small smile as she waddles towards the decorated door that had 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plastered on the front, opening it and waving you in.
You try walking once more, a clumsy, drunken stumble across the tile as you use the counter for support before crossing the threshold from the lobby and into the area behind the desk. Before the receptionist closes the door behind you, you cast one look out across the lobby, a sense of finality dropping onto your shoulders. In the last few moments you spy the woman in the blue top cradling her newly bulging stomach with one hand while her free hand sifts through a pile of empty clothes next to her. And then with a click the door shuts in fornt of you and the receptionist extends a hand towards another doorway immediately to your left, hidden from view of the counter.
"Please go down this hallway and enter the third room on your left. That's the floor office. My manager will be with you soon" The receptionist says before turning and waddling back towards the counter.
"Um, thanks you very much" You say, and catch yourself staring at her massive rear and the curl that seemed to be appearing beneath the skirt for a moment before slipping through the doorway. You clumsily make your way down the white, featureless corridor, closed, windowless doors passing you until you stop near the end, where the hallway branches out into two different directions. There, on the left, is an open door and beyond it, a small office with a metal table and two basic metal chairs, almost as if everything was waiting for you.
You try to shove off the sudden paranoid thoughts as you clamber into the office and take a seat in one of the chairs, wondering for a moment if the chairs were more cushioned than they originally looked before realizing it. It wasn't padding on the chair, it was just the new padding added to your body. You remember how incredible you looked in the casino mirror and you once again feel awkward in your newly smooth skin. Thankfully you don't have long to wait as five minutes later a man in another resort uniform wanders in, a folder in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Hello!" He says, extending a muscled arm out toward you, and you do your best to rise out of the chair and take his hand into yours, though you accidentally show off more than a little cleavage by accident as your much smaller, daintier hand slides into his, "You must be Ms. Sanchez"
"It's Mr. Sanchez, actually. My name is Juan" You say as you try not to sound annoyed. The fact that you were so casually referred to as a woman left you feeling uneasy, moreso than you already were.
"Well, in our paperwork it says Juanita Sanchez, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to call you by what's in the books. My name is Rick and I'm the day manager here at the hotel" He smiles at you, but you feel no warmth behind it, and his green eyes seem...vacant? You don't have much time to wonder as his much larger hand releases yours and he takes a seat across from you in the other chair, opening the folder and setting out a handful of papers that are covered in very fine print.
"So Ruby at the reception desk told me you're looking for work, which is wonderful, we're always looking to add new people to our resort team!" Rick says, and you try not to squirm under his unnatural looking gaze.
"Uh, yes. I, uh, went gambling at the casino and lost big time, and the card dealer said the best way to get back to normal would be to work off my debt? I'd like to do that, if possible" You say, wringing your long nailed hands together under the table as you fidget nervously.
"Of course! In fact, it's a rather common occurrence here at the Resort! In fact, it happens so often that we don't even have to wait for Human/Animal/Material Resources to get back, you can just sign the paperwork and we can put your to work immediately!" Rick says as he gives you another fake smile before sliding one of the pieces of paper towards you as he pulls a pen out of his shirt pocket, clicking it.
You take the pen and nearly drop it as it clacks against your much longer nails as you look at the contract in front of you. Regulation this, clause that, article here, license there. It's far too much for you to read and instead you simply gloss over it to the bottom where a line blank line rests next to the word 'Signature'. Part of you tells you that you should read the contract, but the far larger and more desperate part of you tells you that the sooner you get to work, the sooner you get back to normal.
You lower your hand and put the tip of the pen on the paper and quickly sign your name before handing the paper back to Rick, who smiles once more and slides the paper into the folder and closing it.
"Excellent, welcome to the Resort of Change team! Now before you can get to work, I need to address a few things with you. First off, the amount of debt that you owe. Given that you bet your masculinity and went double or nothing, your current debt at the casino stands at $10,000 dollars. This is on top of the $1000 service fee for being transformed and volunteering to work off your debt, which disqualifies you from the guest hospitality service"
Your heart lurches into your throat as you the blood drain out of your face.
"Your hotel room is now released from guest status and you will be moved into employee housing on the other side of the island. You will be supplied with seven uniforms for each day of the week, which is a service charge of $100 per uniform. Your personal belongings are being moved as we speak. For this, a service charge of $1000 will be added to your debt, and an additional $100 for each item that you brought with you. While in employee housing, you will be subject to utility fees, and you will be charged and additional $500 for any wardrobe changes you may require for off-duty use. You will be given an allowance for food and drink per day, with a service charge of $50 being added to your debt should you exceed it"
Rick slides the other two pieces of paper towards you and stands, still smiling and seemingly oblivious to the fact that he just crushed your soul.
"This is the list of available positions for you. We strive to make sure all of our employees select a job that they will enjoy and excel in. If none of these positions are of your liking, you are free to wait until one becomes available to you for an additional service charge of $500 per day"
Rick goes silent and after a few moments, you realize he's finished speaking. You try not to burst into tears as you realize that you're almost $20000 dollars in debt!
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July 28, 2023
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