He shrugs. “You move different. You’re… sharper. More confident.”
I fix my lipstick. I adjust my ponytail. I walk out the back door into the cool night air. The neon owl winks above me. SissyPov - Jackie Femboy Hooters Hottie - POV-
I smooth down the front of my top. The padding inside is subtle but deliberate, giving just enough of a curve to make the double-takes last a second longer. My waist is cinched by a thin black belt, the orange shorts hugging a pair of hips that I’ve sculpted through squats and a genetic lottery I still don’t fully believe I won. My hair—a cascade of auburn waves, not a wig, all mine—brushes my shoulders. I check my reflection in the mirrored tile behind the bar. Eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. A beauty mark drawn just below my left eye. The faint shadow of stubble is gone; I exfoliated for an hour this morning. He shrugs
The night winds down. My feet ache in the low wedge heels. The smell of beer is baked into my skin. In the back hallway, away from the cameras, I lean against the wall and close my eyes. The hum of the walk-in freezer is my only music. I pull my phone out of my tiny orange shorts pocket. More confident
A text from my boyfriend, Alex: “How’s my favorite Hooters girl? Home soon? I have your fuzzy slippers ready.”