I sat patiently, my eyes closed, as Lily worked her magic on my face. She powdered it, contoured it, and highlighted it, saying she was trying so hard to make my face shape more feminine. Taylor was hard at work getting the wig on and styled. So far it was on my head, and I wasn't sure how it looked at the moment, but it was thick, blonde hair that ended just above my shoulders.
I sat, waiting, when my phone rang. Ugh, who could be calling me now? I already told my mom where I'd be. Lily and Taylor paused their work so I could answer my cell. I picked it up, answered, and brought the device to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi, Charlie?" The person on the other line answered. I didn't look at the caller ID when I answered, so I wasn't sure who it was.
"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow.
"This is Amari, I need you to work a shift today, be here at noon." The person answered. Crap. Amari is my boss! I couldn't show up at work today! Not when I'm already looking like a girl!
I'm a waiter at a retro-style diner. We're really popular in our small town, someone's bound to recognize me! I began to panic.
"Today?" I asked hastily.
"Yes today. See you at noon, or else." Amari answered, and hung up. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed, the phone still to my ear. I can't go to work like a girl! And I can't back out of the dare either! You know, maybe we can do the dare another day...
"Um.. guys?" I asked quietly. Taylor and Lily waited. "It was my boss. She's making me work today at noon." A long moment of silence ensued. I was nervous. I didn't know what to do.
"Well, only one solution." Lily answered after the silence. After getting no response, the corners of her mouth turned up to a smile evilly. "Charlie, do you know what the female uniform is at the diner?" She asked.
"No! I-I mean yes!" I replied. I didn't like where she was going with this. "I mean, no, I'm not going to work like a girl." I said, feeling like I could begin sweating.
"Well, that's too bad," Lily said in a mock-sympathetic voice, kneeling in front of me. "We already hid your clothes while you were bathing." She informed me. I bit my lip.
I knew there was no backing out of this. When Lily wants her way, she gets her way. But what would my coworkers think? Maybe the customers wouldn't recognize me, but my coworkers sure would! I sighed, guessing I was just going to have to go through with it.
"A uniform shirt and a black checkered skirt." I mumbled quietly, barely audible.
"What?" Lily said, cupping a hand to her ear.
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The WaitressTeen Fiction
Charlie works as a waiter at the retro-style diner at the corner of Green Street and Winter Road. He never thought much of it. Charlie was a daring 16-year-old boy, too. He took on any dare his friends threw at him when losing a bet-which happened...