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The shift starts. The restaurant is chaotic. I see a table of guys staring. I lean over to wipe the table (camera looks down my polo). "What can I get for you, sweeties?" My voice is a soft, sissy lilt.
Closing time. I take the portable speaker into the walk-in fridge. It’s cold. My nipples are visible through the thin orange fabric. I look at the camera. "Wanna help me count the tips?" I hold a dollar bill up to the lens.
Break time. I go to the bathroom. The fluorescent lights are harsh, but my POV is flawless. I reapply my lipstick, pout at the lens, and caption the mental clip: "SissyPOV Jackie Femboy Hooters Hottie is sweating but serving."
I wake up, still wearing last night’s lashes. Shaky cam. I reach for my portable makeup mirror. "Good morning, boys," I whisper. "Time to stuff the bra."
But then, the internet invented the POV .