Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon, Starbucks or the idea of hot guys dressing up as girls.

AN: Uwah! Apologies for the lateness. A haphazard dating life and eternal sleepiness take precedent over writing, apparently.

This cup is dedicated to Kai'uri Otiyashi: who singlehandedly gave me more comments in one day than I've received overall in the past month.

Coffee Princess

Sixth Cup

Before he had bounded out of Coffee Princess, Mamoru had been left with a few explicit instructions. He was on probation, no one who made that many mistakes could be trusted to a full time position. He would be working a part-time shift for part-time wages. Once he was deemed worthy, he would hold the title of (only a small shudder occurred upon hearing it) Coffee Princess.

The money was nowhere near what he needed but he'd been working crazy hours from the time he was old enough to hold a job. At least he wasn't expected to work at night. He could practice his caffeinated craft in the day and make ends meet with odd jobs at night. Starting today, his life had meaning.

"I don't know why you seem to think puke green is your color." A man's voice said.

After adjusting his breasts Mamoru gave himself a once-over glance in the mirror. He had landed his dream job and was preparing to report for his first day of blissful duty. A low whistle startled him just enough to make him spin in his literal heels and he shot his best friend a rueful glare.

When he'd found a woman's turtleneck the same shade as his prized jacket he'd just had to buy it. That one purchased had quickly become a shopping trip. Suddenly he wasn't quite so critical of the girls that spent their days in the mall.

"It's my first day and I want to look good." Mamoru's voice held just a tad too much self righteousness to be believable. "Besides. I can't exactly go around in low cut tops and miniskirts now can I?" As if to punctuate his statement he shifted uncomfortably in the loose black slacks he'd selected for their ability to hide his…manlier assets.

After taking the handbag that Motoki had delivered, it turned out most women had more than one, he made his way to the coffee table. Gingerly he ate one chocolate covered espresso bean, not even bothering to offer one to his guest. There had been none on sale the day of his interview and he was making his precious supply last until it could be replenished.

"Whatever you say, buddy." Motoki quipped. "If you ask me you're getting way too into this femininity thing. It's not like you can work there forever you know? Sooner or later they're going to realize you're not exactly a princess."

He hated the statement because it was true. Not even the decadent taste of mocha could wash away the bitterness of it. Shrugging half-heartedly Mamoru tucked a few essentials into his bag.

"Maybe…If I impress them enough…" He didn't believe himself, but it was all he had. Kino-san had hired him for a reason. Maybe if he worked hard enough he could give her one to keep him, the real him, around.

"And then just like that! She told her she was in! I never thought I'd see the day! "

"Maybe she saw something in the girl?"

"I bet she's just tired of having to work with imbeciles like…"

The conversation between Minako, Ami and Rei was interrupted as Usagi no-so-surreptitiously made her way inside. Her blonde cousin and raven-haired coworker were both still fuming at her and she didn't want to face their wrath twice in one day. Unfortunately, the odangoed girl seemed to trip on an invisible bump on the floor and began to fall face first into a rack of espresso cups. In the middle of one very loud wail, Usagi found she was dangling less than one inch from the rack; held by the collar of her school uniform.

"Watch it! Those cups are antiques!" Makoto had just barely been able to catch her employee before she'd smashed into the delicately painted cups. Setting her friend straight she put her hands on her hips as the Coffee Princesses began to prepare for opening.

"Well then I suppose Mina-chan's told you all about the new girl? She's going to be showing up for the second shift today and I want you," Makoto pointed an unmanicured finger at Minako "to size her up for a uniform straight away. She can't work out of costume."

"Yeah." Rei chipped in grumpily, "If we all have to relive our high school years today then so does the new girl." Smoothing the hem of her gray skirt she sighed melodramatically. "If Usagi doesn't start shaping up then we're going to have to fire her and hire the new girl full-time. You should probably just take her measurements down and start sewing her costumes now." The aforementioned girl began to wail once again, stomping her feet childishly and insisting that she didn't need to "shape up."

With an air of authority Makoto called the girls to order and all bickering and tears were set aside rather than risk a very unhappy boss. "We all hate the uniform idea." She tugged at her old uniform's top, much too small to fit her talents comfortably anymore. "But it was Mina-chan's choice and we agreed to let her pick the costumes."

Ami. All sweetness and temperance spoke up. "If nothing else, the uniforms will ensure a healthy clientele in the form of teenage boys. Business is business, after all."

Once the jobs for the day were assigned the Coffee Princesses each set to work. Usagi set up her display of chocolate-covered espresso beans, Minako prepared to take in a one-size-fits-all school uniform, Rei wiped tables down, Ami set the register and Makoto got the machines in the kitchen started.

If he had known about it, Mamoru would have been surprised to see Ami's prediction had come surprisingly true. Coffee Princess was filled to capacity with gawking, drooling, teenage boys. He wondered if any of them really appreciated the spectacular smell in the air when another spectacular sight greeted him.

"Espresso beans!" He said, just barely managing to squeak it out in his practiced woman's voice. His hand just barely grazed the edge of one of the bags when something touched his hand. As he turned to see the angelic girl he wondered why there had been no spark this time. Nevermind. She was talking to him and he figured he'd best pay attention.

"Come on girl! You're right on time but I've got to get you into uniform." All his heel-wearing prowess was put to the test as the girl maneuvered him between the gaggles of oogling boys. He could practically feel their stares burning onto his backside and was thankful for the reprieve the employee area offered.

Although he greeted his new boss enthusiastically Makoto seemed too enthralled in a new set of filters to notice him. A ravenhead passed by them without so much as a second glance, her arms carrying trays that held nothing but plain coffees. It definitely wasn't the espresso the customers today were after. Even Mamoru couldn't help but notice the way the uniforms accentuated the girl's figures. Glancing backwards he noticed a petite blue-haired girl simultaneously working the register and trying to keep her short, pleated skirt down. He had been so busy admiring the sights that he didn't realize he was in the women's bathroom until his angel's voice called him back to reality.

She wore a smile and a measuring tape around her neck.

"Well." She said, tapping a foot impatiently. "I can't measure you while you're wearing those clothes. Take them off!"

AN: Am I way too old of an SM fan? I just realized that I brought up the talents reference. For the uninitiated, it's a long-running SM joke that Makoto/Lita's "talents" are her boobs.