“Man, this service sucks. We’ve been seated for nearly 15 minutes and nobody’s even come by to get our drinks.”  William complained to his group of friends not even bothering to look up from his phone that he was fidgeting with.

“And I bet whatever broad we get is gonna expect a good tip at this point!” Eric piped up. He ended his statement with an airy laugh as he vouched for his friend's attention.

“Guys it’s a sports bar and it's game night. They’re just a bit busy with the staff they have. Cut them some slack!” Lucas honestly didn’t know why he hung out with this group anymore. When they were in high-school they were a bit cocky but now that they were in college and older they just came off as guys who expected everything to just be given to them. “Let's give it another 5 minutes for our server and if not we can always find another bar.”

“Nah, fuck that man. No other bar has such skimpy outfits for their waitresses.” William slid his phone back into his pocket and sat up in his chair. “Plus it can’t be that hard. It’s literally just walking stuff to tables!”

“I mean, it is more than that.” Lucas retorted, “A good chunk of their customers probably act like you and make it much harder.”

“Whatever man! What do you think, Richard? Wanna bail?” William nodded his head at the fourth person of their friend group who had been rather silent since the complaining began.

“Nah. Like Lucas said they’re all going to be busy. Plus I think I have a better idea.” Richard flashed a smile as his friends all groaned. They knew it was just a matter of time before Richard was going to abuse his powers tonight, especially with that wicked grin he wore on his face. “You said you think they’re short staffed, right Lucas?”

Lucas’s back stiffened as Richard directed his attention at him. His sly smirk screamed ‘I’ve got an idea’ which made Lucas uncomfortable. “I did. I mean- Look at how busy they are.” And Lucas was right. This small sports bar was crammed full with some people opting to stand near the bar just so they could have a beer and watch the game.

“Hmm… I think I can fix that.” With his attention on Lucas he snapped his finger which emitted a small, barely noticeable, red spark that leapt into Lucas’s chest. In an instant Lucas was affected by whatever magic Richard had cast on him and with a sudden *BWOMP* Lucas felt numerous changes happen within a second. His body shrunk, losing him a few inches as he now sat lower in his chair. His blue-dyed hair exploded in growth, going from short and ruffled to ridiculously long as it rested on the cushion of his chair behind his rear. Speaking of rear, his waist cinched inwards as his hips gained a womanly figure with a *CRACK*. The last hurrah of his transformation was a rapid pressure building in his chest followed by the sudden explosive growth of two double D tits which puffed his shirt outward from his torso. With another magically enhanced snap Richard caused all of Lucas’s clothes to vanish and, after a blink of baring his new nude form to his friends, he was now wearing the bar's skimpy waitress uniform. “There we go! Now we have our own personal waitress.”

Lucas looked down at himself, taking in his new form as well as the skimpy crop top and booty shorts he was now donning. “Richard!” Her new, high-pitched, feminine voice rang out over her friends' laughter. “This isn’t funny! And just because I’m wearing their uniform, that doesn’t mean I suddenly work here!”

“Actually it does. Remember senior year of high-school when I made everyone think our English teacher was a dog? Now everyone thinks you’re just another waitress here named Lucy!”

“Whatever. Jokes on you guys because I’m not doing shit.” Lucas leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms beneath his breasts. 

“Well. If you want to be Lucas again you better go grab us some drinks because I’m not changing you back until you do.” Richard leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “So which is it, Lucy?” 

Lucy couldn’t believe this, Richard was blackmailing her with his magic! “Fine!” Lucy threw her hands up in defeat and stood up from the chair. “You’re guys' usual shitty drinks?”

“You know it! LuCy!” Eric taunted.

With a sigh Lucy turned around and began making her way through the crowd of drunkards. She could feel her friends ogling her ass as her shorts barely did anything to cover her cheeks. What a bunch of bastards!

“Thank you, LuCy!” William called out across the bar in her direction, using the same taunting tone Eric had just used. She swore she was going to get payback when this was all over.

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“Excuse me. Pardon me. Watch your hands!” Lucy pushed her way through the crowd of bar patrons for the umpteenth time now, hands full of cheap beers and a plate of overcooked wings. Of course her damn friends weren’t going to be satisfied with a round of beers! Everytime she would drop their order off they’d ask for something else. ‘Oh I want an IPA please!’ ‘Can I have some loaded fries?’ ‘You forgot my side of ranch!’ It was infuriating! On top of that the manager noticed she was only serving one table and of course ‘that was unacceptable’ so now she was juggling multiple tables and orders. She just wanted to go out for a couple of drinks and watch the game but NO she was now working some shitty minimum wage job to appease her friends.

“Hey~!” Lucy squeaked out. One of the customers had reached out and gotten a handful of her tit as she squeezed by. “I said watch your hands!” She sighed and continued her way to her table. Of course working in some skimpy sports bar meant that a few drunkards would cop a feel but they didn’t have to be so rough!

“There’sh our gurl!” Eric exclaimed as Lucy emerged from the crowd carrying their recent order. “And you’ve gotch mah wings!”

“Yes… Here you go.” She dropped the wings in front of Eric and slid the two beers in front of Richard and William. “Is there anything else you want?” She didn’t care that she was giving the ‘customers’ attitude. She was sick of them and tired of waiting tables.

“Yeah, uh- Thish isn't what I ordered. You brought me a lite which ish not what I ordered.”

“Same here.”

“Fine!” Lucy huffed, “Just keep ‘em. I’ll grab you the correct ones.” She stormed off back through the crowd. It wasn’t even her fault they got the wrong drinks. She didn’t poor them! It was the dumbass behind the bar but whatever! She survived the onslaught of handsy patrons, this time getting the right drinks for her ‘friends’ before braving the drunk crowd again. “Here you guys go. These should be the right-” Her jaw dropped as she broke free from the crowd just to see an empty table with a wad of cash on it. “What the? Guys? Richard?” She walked up to the empty table as she looked around the crowded bar for her ‘friends’ but her new height didn’t allow her to see over anyone. Setting the two glasses of beer on the table she saw a piece of paper sticking out from underneath the cash.

‘Poor Attitude, Poor Tip!’

“Those bastards!” Lucy for some reason felt tears welling up in her eyes as she put two and two together. “They just left me here!? Like this?” The room began to spin around her as she found herself hyperventilating. They left her here, and not only did they abandoned her but they couldn’t even be fucked to tip her well!? She clutched the edge of the table as she finally crumbled, sobbing as mucus began dripping from her nose.

“Hey. Hey, Lucy.” Her ‘managers’ voice called out from behind her as he ran up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s not the end of the world Lucy. Why don’t you take a breather in the back of house and I’ll cover your tables. Okay?”

Lucy met the manager's eyes and meekly nodded her head. She wasn’t someone who would normally cry, especially not in front of people like that. She felt betrayed by her friends and honestly scared. She didn’t know if they’d eventually forget about her. If she would forget about the spell. Did Richard ever turn their English teacher back? Has she been acting and treated like a dog ever since they graduated 3 years ago? “Oh god!” More tears poured down her cheeks at that thought as she pushed her way through the crowd of customers and into the back of house to try and calm herself down in the manager's office.