SRU: Octoberfest

Gil was supposed to be helping his friends and business partner's Walter and Ivan work their booth at the Worchester Octoberfest. They had brewed up eight kegs and if they sold ninety percent of their product they would finally have enough profit to move their operation from Walter's garage to a small store equipped to allow them to operate as a restaurant. They had been working for years towards this and winning the top prize for the best micro brew this year, as they had the last two, would give them the cache to be successful. Of course all the acclaim in the world would mean nothing if they couldn't sell their product fast enough to keep the lines moving. Walter and Ivan were extremely pissed when Gil walked up after the last rush with his belly full of their competitor's beer and a team of Festbabes. "See you later girls, keep on being spectacular!" Gil hopped behind the booth and acted like there was no problem. The three had put up money and Walter and Ivan couldn't wait for the day they could buy Gil out, "We really need to get us a booth babe, I think it would really drive sales." Walter and Ivan looked at each other, a silent agreement passed between the two. Ivan reached under the table and pulled out a wooden box, "Now that you mention it Gil, we do have a plan for that. See we can't afford to pay a woman to help us yet but we do have an alternative. We found it at a really fun store at the mall. It's guaranteed to work through the weekend, maybe even longer." Ivan opened the box and pulled out the weirdest glass Gil had ever seen.

Gil gave a hoot of a laugh, "That is the most stacked glass I have ever seen! How is that supposed to help us?" Walter had filled the glass with beer, "Oh we will worry about that, Go ahead and drink up pal." Gil was not the type to ever turn down a beer and gladly drained the sexy glass. Suddenly he felt like his whole body was shaking. Closing his eyes he gripped the table trying to steady himself.

Gil opened his eyes and was shocked by what he had become, "Holy shit!! I'm a chick?!" Ivan and Walter put the glass back in it's box carefully. Walter spoke for the two of them, "Well Gil, or should I say Missy, we are pretty tired of doing all the work around here while you fuck off. So if you wan't to get your penis back at the end of the weekend you are going stay here with us busting ass as the best booth babe in the world or we will leave you this way. Now start shaking what the beer glass gave you!"