Freelancing
The strange man’s options didn’t seem appealing to you, despite this, you knew that you couldn’t just sit around doing nothing in particular. Or maybe you could? Maybe it was another option? With such endless choices at your disposal, you may never know the life you could have lived. Anyway, it was clear that he wasn’t the only one waiting for you.
“Well? What do you choose?” His gruff voice jolted you back into reality. Shocked, you jumped slightly as your tail quivered behind you.
“Umm.” you stood for a moment, looking yourself up and down. The absolutely inappropriate clothes you had on. Your anxious mind raced “what kind of job would even let me get away with dressing like this?” you thought.
“We don’t have all day, miss.” For a moment you forgot about the allure of your new body, and the way he addressed you made you uncomfortable. His subtle glances made it even more so.
“Can I just work for myself?” you asked, folding your slender arms across your top row of breasts.
“Alrighteyo!” he said, before promptly leaving you in the room. “Wifi password should be on the paper by your desk!” was the last thing you heard as the large wooden door shut.
“Uhh! Wait!” but by that time it was too late. He had already left you to your own devices. You slumped, annoyed, and confused. Your dark brown ears flopped onto your face, and with an aggravated huff you blew the furred appendage from in front of your eye. “Ugh, now what.”
Written by Driftingdragon on 04 November 2020
