Kitchen Area:
Shelly and Clair were busy making pumpkin muffins and banana nut muffins for the buffet line. They had already made over forty muffins and were glad they were selling like hotcakes. Shelly looks at the Clair standing next to her.

“You're really good at cooking, Clair. Do you have formal training as a cook?” Shelly was curious because it was like Clair knew how to do everything without a lot of explanation. It took her several tries under Pamela’s tutelage to learn the proper way to read a measuring cup and such.

“No, when I was a gay guy flipping burgers at Checkers. I picked up a few things from the head chef there.” Clair learned she liked cooking.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Clair. How did you become like you are?” Shelly knew each girl at the vineyard had been a victim.

“I used to buy female hormones from a street vendor I knew. Instead of giving me my normal pills. He gave me the ones that turn males into women. I have to say, I’m not unhappy with what they did to me.” Clair loved the body she got from taking the pills.

“Was it on purpose that he switched the pills on you?” Shelly looks towards Clair when she asks that question.

“I don’t know. All I do know is I’m okay with the results from the pills. I mean, I never wanted to be a girl before, but being black and gay was
drawing a lot of hatred towards me from everyone.”

“Well at least as a girl now, no one will question you about liking cocks.” A smile appears on Shelly’s face.

“True, but I have to be more careful now. Besides making the guy wear a rubber ducky for my safety. But to make sure I don’t get pregnant either.”

“There are the next morning pill and birth control devices you might want to look into as well.” Shelly knew she was going to get one while she was here at the vineyard.

“True.” Clair goes back to work filling more muffin pans.

By noon time, the afternoon crew comes in and takes over operations. Clair and Shelly head towards their assigned rooms and change out of their work clothes. Clair was going down to the barn to get a horse to ride. Shelly on the other hand was heading to the library to work on a project.

Motorpool:
Monia was doing a tune-up job on one of the vineyard's vehicles. She loved building and tinkering with machines and such. She also loved inventing as well.

“Monia, are you in here?” Casey walks into the garage looking for Monia.

“I’m under here in the pit.” Monia waves her hand from under the car.

Casey spots Monia’s hand waving towards her. She walks over and peers under the car that was parked over the pit.

“Watch you doing down there?” A playful smile appears on Casey’s face.

“Changing this vehicle's dirty oil. What brings you over here?”

“I was wondering if I could take one of the ATVs out, please?” Casey wanted to go out and enjoy herself.

“Have you been checked out to operate one of the ATVs?” Monia made sure everyone who wanted to use the ATVs and other vehicles in the vineyard was trained to use them.

“Yes, I went through your training on how to operate one.” Casey loved the instructor who taught her.

“Okay, take number twelve out. It’s got a full tank of gas and is ready to go.”

“Thanks, Monia.” Casey stands up with a smile on her face and walks out of the garage.

Monia goes back to work changing the oil and filter. Afterward, she gets out of the pit and changes the air filter, spark plugs, cabin filter, and wiper blades, and checks the tires to make sure they are at the proper air pressure. After she is done with that vehicle write up the report explaining what she did to it. She moves on to the next one on her list.

Casey locates number twelve from the line of parked ATVs and checks everything over like she was taught. She sits down on it and starts it up. She pulls out slowly and follows the road to the trail she wanted to go exploring on. She liked the fact that the vineyard had a bunch of trails that you could either walk or travel on by horses and ATV.

Casey slows down when she spots several horses up ahead of her. She leaves the main path and takes the one away from it, so she doesn’t spook the horses. Casey recognizes the riders on the horses. She waves to them as she passes them and heads further away from them.

Casey spends the next few hours exploring and relaxing. Her counselor told her she needed to get out more, instead of being cooped up in her quarters all the time. It would do her some good to mingle with the other girls and the few guys who had been changed against their will or by mistake.

By the time she gets back to the garage, Monia is closing things down for the day. Casey parks the ATV she was on near the others that needed to be refueled and checked over. She turns it off and hands the keys to Monia.

“Thanks, Monia.”

“You’re welcome.” Monia double-checks everything and locks the keys away.

She starts walking back to her quarters to change out of her work clothes. Afterward, she heads to the cafeteria to grab some dinner.