"Very well sir. Why don't you go back with me to the galley in the rear of the plane, and we will see what can find for you to drink there."

"That's more like it! You're all right, babe" he said.

Catherine shook her head. This was one of the worst ones she had seen. She led him to the galley in the back, where the meal was being prepared.

"Don't you have to use the little boy's room, while I fix your drink?" she said.

Jerald hadn't noticed it before, but yes, he really had to go! He turned his back on her, and ran into the lavatory. That allowed Catherine to make her special cocktail, that she only concocted for special situations, like this one.

A minute later, Jerald returned. She handed him the plastic cup filled with a clear bubbly liquid, and a wedge of lime.

"Vodka and tonic?" he asked.

"Drink up" said Catherine.

Jerald slammed it all in one gulp, then took a cube of ice to chew on, with an obnoxiously loud noise. Catherine pushed Jerald against the wall with her hand, and it surprised him how easily he moved. She got very close to him, and started to talk. But it made no sense.

"I find that it is quite a humbling experience to serve, rather than to be served" she said. "And once you've walked a mile in a flight attendant's shoes, you will understand her much better. You have rows 6-18. Take your cart and go."

Jerald stared at her, confused. She put his hands on a serving cart, and pointed up the aisle.

"Go!" she said. He started marching forward, even though he didn't want to. It was like she had prodded him somehow.

"Oh Miss?" said a man to Jerald's left. He kept walking.

"Stewardess, can you help me with my bag?" said a woman on the left side. Again, Jerald kept walking. Here it was, row 6.

"Excuse me Miss, did they remember my vegetarian meal?" asked the woman in 6A.

Jerald looked around. There was nobody there but him.

"Is there something wrong Miss? What about my meal?" said the woman.

They were calling him 'Miss'? What was that all about?

A boy on the other side of the aisle yanked on Jerald's skirt.

"I'm hungry" he said.

Jerald was about to smack him, when he realized something. He was wearing a skirt! He looked down, and saw that he was in a dark blue flight attendant's uniform! He had on a white blouse, blue blazer, and a matching blue skirt down to the knees. He wore black nylons, and sensible shoes with only a little bit of a heel. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worse was that the blouse flared out in the front, where the large mounds on his chest filled his bra and pushed outward. He had big breasts. And curved hips. Without even touching it, he realized what he had between his legs now too.

All of a sudden, he panicked as he realized that he was a woman now. He ran back to the lavatory, and closed the door. He looked at himself in the mirror.

He saw, looking back, a young woman of 24 or 25. She had long black hair, a pretty face, and a gorgeous body. The name tag on her blazer said "Cheryl". But it was him! No! Impossible! He would prove it.

He pulled down the skirt, the nylons, and the panties. There. See? It was....no!!! It was gone! Now he had nothing between his legs! Just a....warm inviting slit. He put his finger on it, and noticed how pretty his nails were.

"No! Stop! I'm not pretty. Those are no my nails!" he thought, but it was untrue. The mirror didn't lie. He was really a girl now. A flight attendant named Cheryl.

"Cheryl, quit playing with your makeup! You have hungry passengers to serve. Get out here, and get to work!" said Catherine in the commanding voice. He hurried to put his clothes back on, and to get out of the door.

"You will go serve the passengers now. Your name is Cheryl, and you are a flight attendant! Now get to work!"

He almost ran up the aisle, to get back to his cart.

"Hi, I'm Cheryl. Sorry for the delay. Here's your vegetarian meal. And for you sir, would you like the chicken or the beef?"

* * *

After handing out all the meals, and taking grief from several passengers about the speed of service, Cheryl's feet were sore. He had to sit down. But Catherine ordered him to go and collect the trash.

"But I just handed out the meals" he said.

"And they are done in the front. Now go get the trash."

He took a cart for the garbage, went to the front, and began to collect the food trays. It was dirty and nasty, touching dishes that other people had eaten with. When he was done, he had to wash his hands to feel better.

"Now go see if anyone wants another drink" said Catherine. "Then you can check the sink in the rear right lavatory. A passenger complained about an odor. No go!"

Cheryl went scurrying off to do Catherine's bidding. What was it about her that made her so hard to resist? She would tell him to do something, and he would jump! He was still trying to make sense of what had happened to him.

He was Cheryl now. He felt like himself, but he was in a girl's body. And here he was serving the passengers! He should have someone serving him, but no...he was doing it himself. And many of them were treating him poorly. Some were demanding, and didn't even say 'thanks' when he did what they asked.

"I need to get a clean diaper for my baby. Will you hold her?" asked one woman.

"I said gin and tonic, not vodka!" complained one man.

"You're out of lemons? That is terrible! I'm writing to complain about you" said one woman.

And worst of all, the guy in the back with too much to drink tried to ask him out on a date!

"So, when we get in, why don't you save some money on a hotel room, and stay with me tonight? What do you say babe?"

Cheryl just smiled and turned away without insulting him. Like he had been trained to do.

Trained??? He had never been trained! Why did he suddenly know what to do? He realized something then and there: there were things in this girl's mind, and they were starting to leak into his!

He had to stop that. He couldn't allow any female thoughts into his head. That would be the worst thing! It was bad enough being a girl in body, but he wasn't going to loose his mind, and let some woman take over.

He walked over to Catherine, who was sitting on the jump seat reading a book.

"What the hell is going on? What have you done to me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I turned you into a woman who is a flight attendant. Now you are learning what it is that we go through to make our living. It is not the most pleasant job sometimes, and the passengers can be very hard to deal with after a long delay."

"But my mind...I just remembered my training."

"Ah yes, Cheryl's thoughts. Over time, you will find more and more of them in 'your' mind. You still think of yourself as a man, don't you? Well over time, that will change if I make you stay like this. Perhaps if you are a good girl, when we arrive, I might allow you to go back to your former life."

"Please! I would do anything!" said Cheryl.

"Then why don't you go and look at that sink like I asked you before?"

* * *

The flight was coming in for final approach, and Cheryl had to prepare the cabin for landing. Collect the rest of the garbage. Make sure the carry-on luggage was safely stowed. Make sure everyone had their seat belts on. Make sure the seats and tray tables were in the upright and locked position. And make sure that the equipment in the galley was locked down so it wouldn't move around during landing. And pour out the extra coffee into the drain so it wouldn't spill. And make sure the lavatories were empty. He remembered one flight where a woman was in the there while the plane landed, and...

No! That was one of Cheryl's memories. He tried not to allow it to happen, and to concentrate, but her memories kept seeping into his mind. He realized that the more of her that was in his head, the more he would *be* her. And the less of him that would be left. He was even more determined now not to let that happen.

Cheryl finally sat down and strapped himself in for landing on the jump seat. It was a nice smooth landing into Fort Lauderdale International Airport, and now it was time to get the passenger's off the plane.

He helped them get their bags down, get off the plane in an orderly manner, and give a friendly "buh-bye" to them. Like he had been trained to do. A shiver went up and down his spine as he realized that it had happened again.

He was still terrified about being in a woman's body. But it was like being on autopilot, how to act towards the customers, and what to do. He was very thankful when the last customer was off the airplane, and the crew gathered up their personal belongings.

"Don't forget your bag" said Catherine, pointing to one in the overhead bin.

Cheryl took down the bag, which was one of the newer ones on wheels. A soft bag clipped on the top. He also had a purse that he held carefully, as if it would bite him. He saw the other girls (another shocking thing to even think) put their purse straps over their shoulders, and use their arms to hold it close to their bodies, so it could not be easily stolen in the busy airport. So he did the same, but felt very uncomfortable and self conscious about having a purse.

He followed the others, who led him to a bus which they rode to a hotel where they were all going to stay.

"I hope its on the ocean" said Cheryl, still not accustomed to the soft high pitched voice that spoke when he said something.

"Oh silly, the airlines don't pay *that* much. We get a budget hotel, off the freeway."

The bus pulled up, and the girls all piled out. While riding, they removed their employee ID cards, so Cheryl followed suit. They all checked in, and waited until the last one was registered before they headed up to their rooms.

"It's 8pm girls. Lets unpack, call your husbands, get into something comfortable, and meet down here in 45 minutes. Then we'll go get some dinner."

Catherine turned to Cheryl.

"You should wear shorts or a skirt. We might go wade in the ocean when we walk on the beach. And you should wear nice shoes, but not heels. I'll meet you back here. Call me if you have any problems."

Cheryl went up to his room, and unpacked the suitcase. The clothes were only a little wrinkled, so he figured he could just wear them as they were. There were several outfits to choose from, for various climates. Tonight they were in Florida, tomorrow they'd be in Chicago. So there was a 40 degree swing in the weather for this trip.

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