You are a 17 year old boy living in a small village. Your father was an adventurer, and died while you were a baby, and your mother has worked hard to raise you off her salary as a receptionist at the adventurers guild. Since you turned 17 last week, you're now old enough to work part time. You hoped to become an adventurer so that you could help support your mother but your soft effeminate body meant that the only jobs that the guild allowed you to do at a young age is being a barmaid at the village's tavern. At first you were embarrassed and for the first days a lot of your older friends who had become adventurers, and the older men who you looked up to were cracking jokes about you making a good barmaid, responding to your beet red cheeks with raucous laughter. At least now that you've been working here a week things have calmed down and you're getting the hang of the job.
Its the afternoon, and you're a few minutes early for your shift when you slip in the back door of the tavern into the kitchen and greet the owner of the tavern, Kathy.
"Hey Sebastian!" she greets you cheerily, she's an older woman in her forties and her bubbly, friendly demeanor makes her a wonderful manager of the tavern.
"Hi Kathy, erhm, is that my uniform?" you ask with eyebrows knitted as you pick up your uniform- the customary pants replaced by a pair of very short cut shorts.
Kathy answers your look of confusion with her own and then bursts out laughing. "That's right, I forgot to tell you! Every Friday is Futa Friday, and I figured with your boyish looks, a uniform like that every Friday will bring in customers from all over the countryside!" She punctuates the last statement by making her eyebrows dance up and down in suggestion. You gasp in shock and quickly throw down the clothes which makes her double over in laughter.
When she catches her breath she wipes her eyes to clear the tears of laughter from them and turns back to the counter to continue chopping vegetables, behind you, you hear Jack, the tavern's chef quietly chuckling. "It's okay, Seb", Kathy says over her shoulder. "It's not like you have to fuck them or anything, its just a bit of fun." The beet red of your cheeks spread to your ears at the word "fuck" but before you can say any more Kathy holds up finger to shoosh you. "Hey, just try it once? I think you might have fun. If it makes you uncomfortable tonight I wont press it, but I think it'll help you lighten, you always seem anxious enough to shatter into a million pieces.. Besides it'd be a waste to keep that bubblebutt of yours hidden on Futa Friday!"
You gulp but can't find the strength to complain further so you pick up the shirt and shorts off the counter and dress yourself in the uniform in the staff room. There's no mirror so you step back into the kitchen to check with Kathy how you look. When you get your attention she turns around and when she sees you dressed in the shirt and short shorts, which barely count as shorts at all and feel more like denim underwear, her face lights up into a smile that makes your face burn.
"Oh hun, I knew it'd look good on you! Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them do anything to you... Nothing you don't want them to anyway!" she cackles. "I'm heading out to man the counter, here take this with you to table 4" she says, handing you a platter of meat and three jugs of beer that you skillfully juggle in your arms. She steps passed you and pushes open the door from the kitchen to the main area of the tavern and the voices of boisterous patrons and the sound of mugs being crashed together send a wave of ease washing over you. With the food in drinks in your arms you step out into the main room of the tavern and bask in the smell of bodies packed in, the aroma of food, and the sweet scent of beer.