Literature
Big Tipper (request)
Dillon was tired of being a waiter. It seemed like he worked constantly and barley got paid. And no one tipped him very much! “I wish I got better tips! I’d do anything!” There was a dramatic flash of light, causing him to close is eyes. When he opened them, he realized he was in a Hooter’s. “What th-“ he began, but was cut off by his transformation. A tingling began in his scalp, followed by cascades of hair flowing into his field of view, which he instinctively brushed away, although it was blonde instead of his usual brown. The tingle moved down to his face, growing a persistent itch as it shaped Dillon&