Izaya stared at the clothes he was in a short maid dress with stockings that reached mid thigh and a jet back wig that reached just above his hips. He wondered why he let the two women that he had just met do this to him. How this all started was he was meeting a client at a maid cafe and the two maids that were serving began to tell him how femine he was and how they were short on workers and offered him a position at the cafe. The client that he was with laughed and told him that he should take the opportunity Izaya cursed inwardly but if he said no he could possibly lose a client and he wouldn't want that. As soon as the word yes left his mouth the two women dressed him up and cooed over how pretty he looked.

"Oh my he just looks so cute you can't even tell that hes a man, but do you think we should have added a bit more padding he might look good extra busty." One of the women said clapping her hands and went on a search to look for something to stuff the bra with. The other woman giggled but kept silent. The one searching for padding had a short blonde bob and was quite petite , but her personality said something completely different about the woman she was very eccentric and she usually forgot her manners Izaya noted. He couldn't see what the customers would want with such a plain looking girl but he soon realized that there was one large feature that the petite woman had and it was her breasts and Izaya took back his thoughts. The other girl was average height and hair that was even longer than the wig izaya wore and it was a chestnut brown and curled slightly at the ends, her personality was a different story she was very polite and spoke in a soft voice and Izaya though that she must be a big hit with the customers Izaya was starting to like her right off the bat but the smaller woman just got on his nerves.

"I found something~!" she said holding up a pair of socks the stuffed them into the bra that the two women forced him to wear and the size of his fake breasts doubled making him feel more pathetic.

"I think it was fine before." Izaya commented his voice sounding strained and his face held the look of pissed off.

"Well your not going to get any customers with that attitude so I thought the more padding the better." The blonde explained putting her hands on her hips.

"Fine whatever." Izaya huffed.

"I um I just realized that we never introduced ourselves, my name is Haruka Yajimaru." She said in her quiet voice then bowed.

"My name is Miki Shiziru!" the blonde explained in a loud high pitched voice.

"I'm Izaya Orihara." He replied then stood up from the bench he was sitting on and walked over the door that led to the cafe and realized just how hard it was to walk in heels. Soon After his struggle to reach the door he heard snickering and turned to see Miki laughing at Izaya.

"You look like a baby deer!" She exclaimed going into hysterics. Izaya narrowed his eyes and walked out the door followed by the two other maids one of them still snickering while the other one was quiet as she followed the cross dressing informant.

"What am I supposed to do exactly?" Izaya asked trying not to feel embarrassed.

"Your a stewardess so you welcome people, ask how many is in the party, get the menus, and put them at a empty table." Haruka explained.

"You forgot to mention that he has to call everyone who enters the shop master or mistress and to be nice." Miki said giving Izaya the evil eye. Izaya huffed and wobbled his way over to the front of the shop and waited. It took a little time to get used to say master or mistress and being overly nice but Izaya got the routine down. The one thing that he couldn't get used to was all the perverts that came in to ogle his extra busty "breasts" but he would do it for the sake of his job.

Once it got closer to closing time things slowed down and Izaya couldn't wait to get out of this ridiculous outfit and go home suddenly a loud voice interrupted his thoughts about shoes that were actually comfortable.

"Oh I'm so sorry how many is there in the party?" Izaya asked snapping his head up meeting a man with bleached hair, purple sunglasses, and a bartender get up.

"One." The blonde man replied raising an eyebrow and inspecting Izaya his eyes resting on his breasts.

Hey guys I hope you liked my first story the next chapter will come soon and I hope I can get some reviews to tell me how the story was! I always like some tips and comments!