Armin stared at the glistening golden doors placed in front of him.
He was really doing to do this.
A large bearded man thrust the sliding doors open. Armin jumped, clutching his arm.
"Are you Armin Arlert?" the man huffed.
Armin nodded.
The man stared at him for a long moment, "Hmm, you look good enough." He swung his arm, signaling for Armin to enter the cafe.
"How old are you?"
"J-Just graduated, sir."
"Any experience?"
"No."
"Will you wear a dress?"
Armin gulped, "Y-Y-Yes." He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Okay, you're hired. Show up tomorrow at 6 am sharp or don't come at all." With that, Armin was pushed out with doors slamming behind him. Armin rushed immediately home. It didn't matter what it was, as long as he had some kind of job, he was happy!
"I got a job, Eren!"
"I knew you could do it!" Eren was just as happy for his friend.
"I'm going to get my own place, and take care of myself, and…"
"And look so cute for all the old perverts to drool over your little dress." Eren cut him off.
Armin paused, "Don't say it like that."
"It's true though."
Armin shook his head.
"Heh," Eren laughed, "It's kind of weird, you know? Living with another dude, who's gonna dress up like a chick."
"You're strange, Eren." Armin commented, "And don't talk like that. I'm just doing it for the money."
"I know, I know." Eren shrugged, "But still…"
"What?"
"Should we share a room now?" Eren teased.
Armin shook his head, "No! I'm going to bed. I need my rest for tomorrow. Goodnight, Eren."
"Goodnight, Armin."
Eren giggled when he knew Armin couldn't hear him.
Armin…worked at a maid cafe.
6 am sharp. Armin stood in front of the sliding doors that gated the cafe once again.
I hope they remember me. Armin pleaded in his mind that he would be able to enter again today, and possibly exit with some cash.
The same burly man stomped over to where Armin was.
"You that kid from yesterday?"
Armin nodded, "Yes, sir!" He wanted to sound confident.
"Okay, follow me."
They entered the cafe again. It looked almost the same as yesterday, except this time it was completely empty. Everyone was getting ready for opening time.
The burly man led Armin towards the back of the store. They went through the kitchen. In the very back lay a small supply closet.
"You'll find your uniform in there. Wear it every day. Get it washed. And don't ruin it, those things cost a fortune."
Armin walked into the supply closet, shutting the door behind him. He pulled on the dangling cord, clicking on the light. Inside the closet were dozens of frilly maid uniforms. Some were black, some were white and a few were other colors. But they were all very cute.
Yeah, for a GIRL, thought Armin.
He sighed, and began to undress.
If he was ever going to make something of himself, he was going to have to start somewhere.
Just his luck, the only uniform that fit him was pink. Since Armin had never worn a dress before, the fit felt kind of uncomfortable. Although the dress was his size, he was used to having something cover his legs. So on bottom, he felt naked. The only things covering his legs were the high lace stockings that had come with the uniform. Only the top of his legs were visible. How cute.
Armin walked out of the closet. There was a mirror not far away.
He really did look like a girl.
Eren was right…If he didn't know himself, he might have fallen in love.
"You there! Get to work! And next time, don't take so long!" the burly man bellowed in Armin's direction.
Armin jumped, "Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!" He quickly ran through the kitchen and into the serving area.
"You will wait these tables." The man handed him a list. "And don't screw up."
"Yes, sir!"
Armin spotted the first customer.
He knew how this was supposed to work. Walking towards the front entrance, he said, "Welcome home, Master." Armin smiled as pleasantly as possible.
The customer was a tall, skinny man with a surprisingly large belly. He had two other friends who varied in size. The group smiled and then snickered at Armin.
D-Do they know…? Armin wondered.
Perhaps he really wasn't feminine enough. Or maybe there was something about him that just gave it away.
Armin led the group to the nearest table and offered them towels. When he tried to offer them menus, they refused.
"No, thank you. We're just here for the view." One of them winked at Armin.
Armin cringed. Maybe they didn't know after all…
"Baw! Stop it! You're scaring the little lady!" one of his friends teased.
The group started laughing all at once.
"Coffee, not too sweet." one finally spoke.
Armin scribbled down the order and made his way to the kitchen. The group continued to snicker as he left.
When he entered the kitchen he saw something even more disturbing than the perverted group of boys. It was a certain blonde that he recognised from a long time ago.
Annie was standing in the kitchen, and she was wearing a uniform too.
