Evan needed to lay low for a while. The Boss and her lackeys were on to him, and it wasn’t a good idea to show his face on the streets. The problem was, he didn’t have the funds to bribe guards and get out of the city, and he didn’t have any access to disguise potions if he stuck around to make some money. Luckily, he knew of a place where he could get both.

That’s how he found himself in an alley of the red light district, staring at a nondescript door. Anything was better than ending up strung from a tree, and he had friends who’d worked at the Lotus. They’d all had good things to say about the working conditions, clientele, and pay. And he knew they had disguise potions for employees who didn’t want the wider world to be aware of their profession. But still he hesitated.

The door swung open and a tall woman in a red dress looked down at him. “Are you coming inside? We have several folks free for the next hour or two.”

Evan coughed. “Uh, actually, I was looking for work. Anonymous contract, a couple months?”

She looked him up and down, then swirled around and walked away briskly, calling over her shoulder, “Follow me, please.”

Evan leapt forward to grab the door before it closed and slipped inside, the decision made for him. He could at least check out his options.

The entryway was bright with tall ceilings, a stairway along one wall and a balcony of the second floor overlooking everything below. Evan glanced around as he followed the woman across the marble floors. Doorways led off in several directions, opening onto parlors with chairs and chaise lounges. He could hear distant chatter, but saw no one.

The woman took him to an office beyond the staircase and sat behind a desk, motioning for him to sit. A window looked out onto the colorful street, and Evan absently noted that it must be magical, one-way; the outside of the building appeared to have no windows.

“So, you want to work for us?”

Evan turned his attention to the woman. “Yes, I -” He floundered. He really didn’t want to have to explain why he needed the money, or how he was running from someone. The Lotus was an independent establishment, but that didn’t mean the Boss didn’t have her eyes and ears here, if only off-duty ones.

She smiled wryly. “No need to explain; we don’t ask about specifics. In fact, I don’t even need to know your name. I just need to know you understand what you’re getting into, and that you consent.”

“Yeah, I need a job. A couple of months?”

She nodded, slowly gathering some papers into a pile. “You mentioned wanting to be an anonymous employee when you arrived. Unfortunately the minimum contract for that is 6 months. You’d be given room and board as well as your normal cut, and if you combine that with the cost of the disguise potion, it takes about 6 months to make everything worth the expense.”

“Oh.” Six months? Six months of his life wasted here. It was still better than losing his life, but wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. “So I’d be stuck here for 6 months?”

“Heavens no. We don’t confine you to this building. Shifts are 4 hours a day, 4 days a week, with breaks and any flexibility needed. You won’t go home at the end of your shift like folks on a normal contract, since you’ll live here, but you’ll be free to do whatever and go wherever you wish when you’re off the clock.”

That didn’t sound so bad. It was still longer than he’d like, but Evan mused that after 6 months, the Boss was bound to be less upset. He’d be able to slip away unnoticed, pockets filled with cash.

“All right. How does this contract work?”

“Read it over as you would any contact. Sign, shake on it, and then drink the potion. It’s actually a combination of a disguise potion and our own special concoction. It will change your body, yes, but it guides the transformation to one best suited to our current needs. And the other part of the potion will cause you to forget the details of your life. You’ll still remember that you chose this job, and that it ends in 6 months, but the rest…” The woman shrugged. “I’ve never used it, but past employees have said it isn’t unnerving since they expected it.”

Evan still thought that sounded unnerving, but it also sounded like a great way to hide. If he couldn’t remember who he was running from or why, not even a truth potion would drag it from him. “What happens at the end of the contract?”

“The potion runs out, and your contract is complete. You’ll be given your final paycheck, and you’ll be able to pick back up where you left off.” She slid the papers over to him, and he saw that they were a contract.

“Okay, uh, let me read it over…”

“Of course, of course.”

Evan took his time. The contract was thorough, going over not only rates and length of service, but safety, healthcare, birth control, anti-harassment policies, and what would happen if the Lotus changed owners or shut down (he’d be released from the contract).

Normally he’d want a solicitor to look over a contract before he signed it, but these were special circumstances. He grabbed a pen and signed on the line, watching as his name morphed and became an anonymous “Consented.”

Evan looked up to see the woman holding out her hand. He grasped it and shook. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“You can call me Madame Felicity.” She let go of his hand and reached into a desk drawer to take out a small glass bottle with a stopper. She passed it to him and stood. “This way - the disguise potion is best experienced with some privacy.”

She led him to a bedroom upstairs. She sat on the end of the bed and gestured to an alcove hidden by a carved wooden divider. “I’ll stay out here to ensure the process goes smoothly.”

That didn’t sound ominous at all.

Evan sat in an armchair in the alcove, facing a vanity with a mirror. There was also a wardrobe off to the side. Maybe this was someone’s actual bedroom, rather than a place for clients.

He downed the potion before he could second guess himself. It was thick, like a smoothie, and tasted faintly of cinnamon.

“How long will this take?” Evan glanced at the mirror but didn’t see any changes.

“About five minutes,” the woman - Madame Felicity - replied.

He sighed and watched his reflection. After a few moments, he could tell something was changing about his hair. It was growing longer and lightening from its normal black. Soon it was shoulder length and light brown.

As his hair stopped growing, Evan glanced at his face and realized it had already started changing. His brown eyes were now green, and his features seemed… Softer?

He was about to ask if this was normal, when he realized his shirt was somehow too tight across his chest yet too loose elsewhere. He looked down in time to see a button pop open and reveal growing breasts.

“What the hell -” he stood up and rounded the room divider, stumbling on trousers that were now too long. Madame Felicity looked up from a book.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t say I’d get turned into a girl!” Was his voice pitched higher? He crossed his arms defensively over his chest, hyper-aware of the way the breasts squished under the pressure.

“Well, I did say that the potion was tuned to whatever the Lotus currently requires. We have enough men on our roster, but we just lost a girl when her contract ended last week.”

“But I -” Evan tried to make his voice deeper. “I’m a man!”

Madame Felicity rose to her feet, and Evan found she seemed even taller now. “You were, and you will be again, but for now you’re whatever the Lotus needs you to be. And soon you won’t remember being a man at all.”

The mind wipe. In his panic over the transformation, Evan had forgotten that part. In a haze he stumbled back behind the divider, where he didn’t have to be pinned under Madame Felicity’s gaze, and slumped into the chair. He didn’t dare check for his cock; at some point in the last couple of minutes, it had disappeared. He watched miserably in the mirror as the final changes finished, his hips widening and his stature settling even shorter.

Evan looked down at the boobs. Their nipples were sensitive from rubbing against his shirt so he unbuttoned it. They sprang free and he found himself entranced. He grasped them hesitantly. It was utterly bizarre, to feel that pleasant, familiar squish under his fingers but to also feel the sensations of the breasts as if they were his.

The longer he sat there exploring, however, the less strange it felt. He traced his fingers around the nipples and pinched them, a warmth building in his abdomen. Evan realized he was struggling to remember what it was like to have a flat chest. The weight of his breasts felt normal, but he knew he didn’t used to have them, before the potion - yeah, the potion he drank so he could hide from… hide from someone.

It felt important to remember, but Evan was distracted by the warmth building in his core. He slid one hand down underneath his trousers to play with his clit and wet cunt, pleasure surging.

“Everything all right in there?”

Evelyn jumped, embarrassed. She’d gotten so distracted by the effects of the disguise potion she’d forgotten Madame Felicity was in the room. She couldn’t remember why her breasts had held her attention so thoroughly. Maybe the potion had made them bigger as part of the disguise? Yes, that made sense.

“Oh, um, I’m okay.” Evelyn got up and popped her head around the divider. “Is it finished?”

“Well, you tell me. How do you feel?”

Evelyn walked into the room, slipping off a pair of too-large shoes. “I feel normal, I think? I’m still me, Evelyn, and I know what’s happened, but I don’t remember anything that happened before I arrived. Although I do feel like I had a good reason for choosing to work here. I assume my body changed, since my clothes don’t fit very well, but… It’s strange. It just feels like it’s my body.”

Madame Felicity smiled. “And what a nice body it is. Why don’t you show it off?”

Evelyn felt herself melt a little at the smile and nodded happily. No point in being modest now. She slipped off her shirt and pants and dropped them into an untidy pile on the ground. For a moment she was puzzled by the lack of bra, but she decided she must have removed it earlier so it didn’t hurt when her breasts got larger.

“Lovely.”

Evelyn beamed. She felt a little embarrassed to be standing there naked, to be sure, but she liked pleasing Madame Felicity, and she wanted to do well at her new job.

Madame Felicity moved around her and came to stand at her back. She pressed herself to Evelyn, a tall and powerful presence, and reached around to cup one of her breasts. Her other hand snaked lower and Evelyn gasped.

“But Madame, surely I should be the one-”

Madame Felicity shushed her. “There is time enough to learn to please clients.” She slid a finger inside Evelyn as she spoke, her thumb stroking her clit in gentle circles, and Evelyn whimpered. “For now, learn to enjoy your new body.”

One finger became two, thrusting inside her and separating to stretch her further, and Evelyn squirmed. It felt so good to feel Madame inside her, and she struggled to stay standing. She couldn’t ever remember feeling this before, this intense need to be filled up, to feel something, someone inside her. She opened her mouth to say so, but nothing except keening came out.

Madame Felicity pulled her fingers out of her and nudged her towards the bed, and Evelyn collapsed onto it face first, unable to keep herself upright any longer. She pulled herself onto her knees and arched her back, face still in the covers. She moved her hips, desperate to feel something inside her again. Madame rewarded her with something thick and firm, sliding it slowly into her cunt, filling her up so much it almost hurt. But no, it felt so good.

Evelyn pressed herself backwards, taking the dildo inside her as deeply as she could. That’s right, it was a dildo. She flushed thinking about what a cock might feel like, thrusting into her like this.

Consumed with desire, Evelyn wanted nothing more than to be fucked and filled, so much so that she almost forgot her own name. Madame Felicity moved the dildo with agonizing slowness, but as Evelyn’s gasping moans became more desperate, she moved it steadily faster.

“Evelyn, would you like to come with a cock inside you?” she asked.

Evelyn moaned.

“Why don’t you help yourself come. You can touch yourself, can’t you?”

Shifting her weight to one forearm, Evelyn found her clit with her other hand. It was slick and sensitive, and she rubbed it in circles like Madame Felicity had. The pleasure coiled in her belly, combining with the feeling of fullness from the dildo thrusting inside her, and it wasn’t long before she came, her screams muffled by the covers.

Evelyn stretched out on the bed, slowly recovering. She looked up to see Madame Felicity standing to the side, watching her, and Evelyn suddenly felt self-conscious about her nakedness and what had just transpired. But then she remembered that Madame Felicity had said she should learn to take pleasure in her new body - so she was just being good at her job.

“What now?” she asked, curious.

Madame Felicity began picking up her old clothes. “A bath, I think. Then we can find you some new clothes that will fit you better. And once you’re well rested, other employees can start showing you the ropes.”

Evelyn yawned. That sounded wonderful. She couldn’t wait to get started.