Job Requirements

By: Set3

Carl was walking down the street grumbling to himself. He's sixteen years old and is without a job. Some would say to just get a paper route, but he had been angling to hook up with a girl and that took real money. Which was why he was grumbling to himself as he walked. He lived in a small town, a tourist town to be exact, which in itself wasn't the problem. The problem was that he lived in a summer tourist town so all the college kids would come in and take all the jobs. An easy thing because college kids were cheap and they left after the busy season. Which is why Carl was having such a hard time finding a job. Even the worst jobs in town that he eventually applied to were taken. With every help wanted ad called for and every follow-up he's made, each telling him they'd call him. Code words for: "Go away".

So now he was walking from store to store throwing his resume out and basically prostituting himself. Everyone was nice to him but basically told him not to get his hopes up. Still, he needed bank and he wasn't going to get any if he didn't get a job. And he wasn't going to get a job if he sat at home on his ass. So with that renewal of his will he turned to the next store on the street. It looked to be a yoga studio.

"There's no way they're going to hire me here," Carl said to himself before opening the door and walking in. He walked up to the front desk and got the attention of what he thought of as a secretary, "Excuse me, I would like to apply for a job, please?" he said hopefully as he slid his largely empty resume in front for the woman to accept.

The woman, who he thought was rather hot, looked up at him and gave him an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry," she said equally as apologetic as the look she gave him, "We aren't hiring right now. And I'm sorry to say this but, we only hire women here."

Carl gave an annoyed sigh as he scratched an itch above his eye, "Forgive me for asking but isn't that kinda sexist?"

The woman nodded, "I can't fault you there and believe me, if it were up to me, I'd give you a shot. The reason we're woman only is because a lot of our clients are abuse victims and the classes we have are therapeutic and the owner thinks it's best to not expose them any more then necessary to...," she paused trying to think of the right word but failing to do so, "...Men," she said at last as she gave a helpless shrug, "Believe me, I hate the hiring policy as much as you do but that's the rules."

Carl's head dropped as he took it all in. Of all the reasons not to hire him. He wiped his face before raising his head, "Look, I'm desperate here, I'll do anything. You can hire me as a janitor and I'll clean up before and after you guys open and close. Just please give me a chance," he begged.

The woman behind the desk bit her lip obviously taking his plea to heart before she got up, "Wait here and I'll see what we can do," she told him as she ran off.

Carl just stood there leaning against the desk as that was all he could do as he silently prayed.

A few minutes later, the woman reappeared walking behind an older woman who stepped in front of Carl, "Hello...," she started probing for a name.

"Carl! Carl Memphis," he gave as he extended a hand. She didn't take it.

"Come with me to my office so we can discuss the terms of your possible employment," she told him as she turned around and walked off expecting him to follow.

Carl almost thought the word bitch but stopped himself. This was the best chance he had to getting a job. So he fell into line behind her.

When they got to her office she sat behind her desk and offered the seat in front. After he sat down she finally introduced herself. "I'm Nancy White and I am the owner of this studio. You can refer to me as Ms. White," She stated.

Carl gave a slight nod, "Yes Ms. White," he murmured.

Nancy seemed to smile at his initial show of respect, "So, Mr. Memphis. Mary has told me that you are in quite the dire straights."

"Yeah, the college guys are getting all the jobs because they leave at the end of the season," Carl told her.

"I see," Nancy said, "Well, it does make sense from a short term business model, here we like to cultivate a lasting impression in memorable faces. In other words, a familiar face puts our clients more at ease." she clasped her hands under her chin. "Are you serious about what you said about willing to do anything?"

Carl gulped, "So long as it's legal," he said. He started to feel a little worried.

Nancy let out a short laugh before waving him off, "I wouldn't have a business for very long if I did anything illegal. The reason I am asking is that we do need some one to tend to the front desk. One of my employees is away on maternity leave and we need some one to fill in while she is away," she explained, "If you are truly serious about wanting to work here then I will expect you to return here bright and early at eight am sharp. With some preparation, I am willing to give you a trial run,"

"Thank you, Ms. White, I'll be here in my best," he responded eagerly.

Nancy waved him off, "No need to show up in a suit, just make sure that you are dressed neatly when you arrive. We will discuss 'uniforms' when you return in the morning."

"Yes maam," replied. Nancy then saw Carl out. Carl quickly headed home to find both his parents to tell them the good news. His mom responded with a "That's nice dear." while his dad only grunted absently as he read his paper. Carl ignored their non-interest in his job hunt success and went upstairs to his room to prepare. He actually had a suit on a hanger on his closet door just in case he found a job, but with Nancy saying he wouldn't need it he hung it back up in the closet and tore through his dresser for what to wear on his first day at work. He really wanted to make a good first impression since this is the only job he managed to get so far and he didn't want to screw it up. He was so involved, stressing over making a mistake, that he almost didn't get to bed in time to wake up early enough to get ready tomorrow. His last thoughts before sleep finally took him was that he hoped everything went well on his first day.

The next day he woke up two hours to eat get a shower and walk to the yoga studio. He was in such a hurry that he made it to the door almost twenty minutes before he was supposed to. This worked in his favour as Ms. White was just opening the door.

She smiled in approval at Carl for arriving early and let him in after she unlocked the door. Nancy lead Carl to the employee change room where she left him a moment before returning with two small boxes and a small collection of clothing. Carl assumed the clothes she brought were to be his work clothes.

"Now," Ms. White began as she set the clothing and one of the boxes aside, "Let's get you properly attired," she said as she opened the box in her hand.

Ms. White held the box out to Carl offering its contents. Carl peered into the box seeing what looked like a polished pink coloured quarts rock. He gave a confused look to Ms. White but she only gestured for him to pick it up and waited expectantly. Carl hesitantly did so and picked up the rock. He held the rock in his hand, turning it over. It was about the size of a large grape. When he wrapped his fingers around the polished rock and incredably warm feeling shot up his arm causing him to sigh deeply as his form quickly, and painlessly, shrank and changed shape. When his transformation was over Carl had transformed into a female version of his teenage self. Not noticing his transformation Carl opened his hand to see why he felt that rush that apparently came from the rock. He was surprised to see that the pink quarts stone was now blue in colour.

"Wasn't this," Carl started ask as he heard his voice. His free hand went to his throat while he finally noticed how slim his hand that was still holding the stone was. He looked down at himself seeing two pert mounds poking out from his t-shirt. "Oh my god," Carl uttered as his breath quickened. He turned to a full length mirror that was hanging on the wall to see a teenage girl with a shocked expression wearing ill-fitting boys clothing.

Ms. White held the box out, "Please drop the stone back into the box Carl, we still have more preparations to make as well as getting you properly dressed."

Carl did as he was told but was understandably angry, "How-Why did you turn me into a girl?" he shrieked, hating how high his voice had gotten.

"Out of concern for a number of our clients, we don't employ males," she answered. "If you are worried about 'being stuck', don't worry. I have no intention of keeping you this way for the rest of your life, regardless of your conduct during your trial period."

"Change me back right now," Carl demanded.

Ms. White gave a sigh of disappointment, "Very well Carl, but consider your trial period finished. You'll have to find some place else to work," she told him.

Carl stopped short of picking up the stone again on hearing Ms. White's statement. It was incredably hard to get a job in this town and the few places he hadn't been to yet were more or less lost causes and Ms. White was the ONLY one who was willing to give him a chance. But turning him into a girl as a requirement for the job. He pulled his hand away from the box.

"You'll turn me back at the end of the day?" He asked, not believing that he's actually considering this.

"As soon as your trial shift ends or if you have to leave for an emergency, yes, I promise that you will be returned to normal before you leave the studio."

Carl hesitated again before nodding, "Ok," he took a quick breath wincing at the alien feeling of his breasts moving under his shirt. "You said that there was more stuff?" he asked, putting on what he hoped was a brave face.

Ms. White smiled as she withdrew the box and closed it, "For now, you can change out of your clothes and into these that I've provided," she told him as she touched the bundle of clothes on the side. She picked up the other box as she left, "I'll leave you to change in private and I will take this as I think you'll get yourself into trouble without my supervision," she said indicating the second box as she closed the door behind her.

Carl turned to his reflection and was about to feel up his new breasts when he heard Ms. White call out, "Do be quick now. We'll be opening soon." With that said, Carl put his hands down and turned away from the mirror so he wouldn't be distracted. A rather moot point as he could feel his breasts flop on his chest when he pulled his shirt off. After pulling his pants, shoes and socks off he turned to the pile of clothes. There was a pair of yoga pants a sports bra and a tight stretchy top. He scoffed at the garments but put them on anyways. Once he was as fully clothed as he could be he turned to the mirror. He was stunned by what he saw.

"Holy shit, I make a hot check," he mumbled to himself as he looked himself over. The only thing that ruined the image was his underwear. Because of the skin tight nature of the yoga pants he could see every wrinkle his underwear made. He tried several times to straighten it out but every attempt either made him uncomfortable or bunched up in unsightly spots. With a sigh he knocked on the door, "Um, Ms. White? I'm sorry to ask but do you have an underwear I could use? ...Mine don't fit any more," he grimaced almost hearing her screaming at him to get out as he was.

There was a pause behind the door, "Just take them off, you won't be needing underwear for the next part. Hurry up now please," she urged.

Carl was aghast. What else did she have planed for him he wondered. Deciding to go with it since he'd already gone this far he pulled off the yoga pants and then his now bulky underwear before replacing the yoga pants. Now with the last of his male clothing removed he let Ms. White back in.

Ms. White pulled in an office chair behind her as well as one of the boxes she had in before. She held her hand over the top of the box for a moment, "Before we start the next bit, I'll need you to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say," she paused to let it sink in that Carl should take what she said with care. She continued. "When you pick up this stone, only do so with your fingertips. When you are holding it, hold it with your palm facing down. And when I tell you, drop the stone immediately. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Carl answered.

Ms. White opened the small box and held it out for Carl. He reached in and picked up another smoothly polished stone that was almost clear. Keeping with Ms. White's instructions Carl held the stone with his fingertips with his palm down so when Ms. White told him to let go the stone would fall to the floor. So Carl held the stone and waited expectantly.

At first nothing seemed to happen until Carl noticed a tingling in his toes. The tingling grew from there slowly feeling as if his feet were being messaged. He let out a moan as the message started going up his legs. It felt so good and relaxing. He gasped and let out another moan as it reached the top of his legs and moved into his groinal region as the message turned into a sexual intensity as it washed over his new plumbing. It was so incredible that he barely heard Ms. White tell him to let go and even then he didn't care he just didn't want this sensation to end. He idly wondered how much better it would feel if he held the stone firmly in his hand when he felt a hand smack the back of his that was holding the stone causing him to drop it. He opened his eyes that he didn't realise he had closed seeing Ms. White close the top of the box with the stone inside. Even though he only caught a glimpse he could swear that the once clear stone was now a cloudy white.

Carl looked down at himself wondering what happened to him this time but didn't see anything different until he saw his bare feat. The colour of his feet were now white and looked... plastic?

"What happened to my feet?" he asked. He tried to move his feet to get a better look but found he couldn't move his feet. In fact, he couldn't move his legs either.

While he was wondering what was going on Ms. White came over and put an arm under each of his and lifted him up, leaving his hips and everything below it where he was standing previously. Ms. White carried Carl's upper half over and set him down on the office chair.

"Before you ask," Ms. White started, "This is all reversible. While you'll be working the front desk, your bottom half will be in the window showcasing one of the products we sell. The yoga pants," she explained. "Before Bethany, the one you may be temporarily replacing used to do this before she got pregnant. You will, of course, receive a bonus for doing this. And before you ask, no, you wont have to showcase your bottom half. The trial period is to show you everything that may be expected of you and your options while employed," she started wheeling him out to till he was seated behind the front desk. She left but quickly returned with his lower half. Carl wasn't sure which was weirder, that she was carrying a part of him from another room and he was still alive, or that he still had a sense of touch that he discovered when he suddenly felt her hand left his bottom half up and carry it over. "You would be surprised to know ho expensive mannequins are, even just partial mannequins cost more than they need to be," she then set up his lower half in the window as she said adjusting it to best present the yoga pants he was wearing. "So, we just have some of the staff volunteer to display our product for the day. When their shift is over we put them back together and send them on their way with a small increase in their salary."

"So, if I get the job and I don't want to do... that," Carl started.

"Then you won't be forced to," Ms. White finished for him. "Although, a good portion of our staff have done it for a little extra spending money."

That seemed to answer all of Carl's questions about his transformations for the moment and Ms. White began to tell him about what was expected of his job. Mostly data entry and giving information about when yoga classes started to clients and handing out pamphlets as well as scheduling private yoga sessions for the special clients.

With that done the yoga studio was opened and Carl started his day. It was run of the mill and as he went about tending the desk he'd try to shift in his seat only to remember that his legs were plastic and standing in the window and what was left of him was actually propped up a few phone books on an office chair to make it look like he still had legs. He also had to catch himself from checking his own ass out in the window having to remind himself that it was his he was looking out the corner of his eye let alone that it was currently made of plastic. Still, he had to admit, he had a good looking ass standing there in yoga pants. Aside from processing clients for personal or group yoga classes the most exciting thing that happened was that he pushed himself away from the desk to adjust his legs while he sat and again forgot he hadn't had them on currently. This resulted in him being surprised which caused him to accidentally push himself away from his desk leaving him marooned in the middle of the room with nothing to push off of until some one came when he called for help. He was reluctantly embarrassed to admit that he would do it once more before the day was out. Other than that it was: What time maam? Change rooms are down the hall on the right. And, would you like to pay with cash debit or credit? It was kind of mind-numbing but his changed person kept him occupied.

A great deal later when his day was nearing its end when he was surprised to see his crush in front of him. The beautiful Desirae, or Dez to her friends, was leaning on the desk to get his attention as she looked at him with a friendly smile.

"Um, hi, I'm interested in taking some yoga classes?" she asked him.

Carl just stared at her a moment in awe. He was snapped out of his short lived stupor when he felt his nipples harden and a warm feeling in his inanimate crotch, he quickly pulled himself closer to the desk to hide his lack of locomotion.

"Uh, yeah! Here's our current schedule for this month. Please, have a look and see what works for you," he answered briskly before swallowing hard in fear that she would somehow recognise him.

Desirae looked through the schedule and pointed out the days and times she would like to come. Carl nodded and entered her into the system. He had to tell her that one day was already full but the other days she marked were fine.

She smiled at that, "Great! Thanks..."

Carl waited for her to finish before he realised she was wanting to hear his name, "Oh, sorry, my name is Carrrll-ly," he answered at last, feeling his cheeks blush for almost giving himself away as well as giving Desirae such a girly name.

If Desirae noticed she didn't show it, "Thanks Carly. And please, call me Dez," she said with another smile and a light tap on the desk before she turned and left the studio.

Carl's head was in a cloud as he process what she said. She told him to call her Dez! Carl actual let outa giggle on running that through his head. He was in such a dreamy state that he didn't hear Ms. White approach until she clapped her hands, startling him.

"Well, your trial shift is over and you have done a good job from what I have seen. You've even garnered a few compliments from some of our clients," she told him proudly, "I can say that I don't have any problems with your work ethic so, if you would like to continue working here, we would be happy to have you."

Carl thought it over for a moment. The job itself was kinda boring but ok and the requirements, that he had to work as a chic was weird would serve to keep him on his toes (pun not intended), was acceptable. Plus, he would get to work inside a building with A/C. Anywhere else he could already picture himself sweating away under a hot sun. Plus there was a chance to make some extra money as he worked and he doubted anywhere else could offer that. Then there was the last bit that he would most likely not find another job if he passed this one up.

With his mind made up he looked up at Ms. White with a smile and said, "I'd love to keep working here, when's my next shift?"

THE END.

original review by: Jamie Lee,

Carl might have learned a valuable lesson if and when he thinks about what he said when applying for a job at the yoga studio. Be very careful what you say when applying for a job. Telling someone you're desperate for a job and will do anything can be a good thing, but also put you in a very strange situation. But at least Carl now has a job.