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For the rest of the morning, Xodiac posed with the prop eggs. On top of them, leaning against them, hugging them. Always posed in a very feminine manner, subtly inviting whoever viewed these pictures to admire some part of his anatomy. Or not so subtly, sometimes. He didn't have much choice; when Chilff – the satyr had finally introduced himself – wanted Xodiac to assume a new position, the dragote simply shifted to a new pose. It kept him from walking away or even glaring at the camera.

Thankfully, Chilff didn't play puppeteer the entire time. Once Xodiac had assumed the new pose his magical hold was usually released, allowing the dragote to speak and move on his own. So long as he didn't try to run away, he had some control over himself.

Not for the first time, he glanced at his wrist. And not for the first time, he grimaced in exasperation at himself. His watch had vanished along with his clothing when the fa– pixies gave him a new outfit.

"What's wrong, toots?" Chilff asked, popping his head up from behind the camera like a prairie dog.

Xodiac ignored the pet name. It wasn't the first time the fae had used one, or the crudest of them. "Just wondering when we'll be done."

"Oh? You have somewhere you'd rather be?" There was a note of warning in Chilff's voice.

"Well, I have an appointment this afternoon," Xodiac said carefully. Last time he'd offended these guys he'd wound up walking home in lingerie.

"Appointment!" Chilff said, incredulous. "What could be more important than this?"

"A job interview. At Minskey's," he said, naming a bar a few blocks away.

"Oh! I know that place." The satyr's tone had immediately apologetic. "Yes, that is important, certainly." His eyes glinted. "That sort of thing can affect, well, quite a lot!"

"Yeah. And I really need the income right now." The dragote rarely managed to keep a job for long, often through no fault of his own. It made it hard to build a nest egg. "So if you don't mind..."

Chillf held up one hand. "Say no more! I'd be happy to let you go a little early so you can get to your interview. In fact, let me help!"

"Uh, sure. Thanks," Xodiac said automatically.

He really should have remembered just what sort of creature he was talking to. "Done!" Chilff cried, clapping his hands, and Xodiac found himself heading back towards the tent.

"Wait, what? What's done? What are you doing?" Xodiac pushed the tent flap aside and ducked inside again.

The pixies were already out from their corner, darting around the interior openly. Streaks of light and glitter followed in their wake. "We heard," the said, "that you need help getting a job."

Xodiac shook his head desperately. "No, I just aaaack!" The pixies had once more surrounded him, hiding his own body from sight behind their glow. He knew what came next.

He couldn't see what they were doing, but he could feel it as the cami was removed and the stockings slid off his legs. A moment later his breath rushed out with a whuuuff as something encased his torso and squeezed. And then... then, to his surprise, it was over.

"That's it?" he said without thinking as the pixies zipped away from him, perhaps to admire their work. He looked down.

They really hadn't changed that much. His legs were now bare, and he wore some sort of combination bra and corset. A bustier, that's it. Feeling it, it was slick, more like satin than leather and colored baby blue. Much like the panties he still wore – which still weren't covered by any pants or even a skirt.

"There you go," the pixies' leader said. "A pretty new outfit for you to make a good first impression!"

"Thanks," Xodiac said wryly. "You shouldn't have." The pixies giggled as he turned and left the tent.

"Marvelous!" Chilff exclaimed. "Climb on that egg, there. I want to take a quick picture or two before you head off." Xodiac's body obediently climbed atop the prop and straddled it. He leaned forward and gave the camera a sultry look. A single click, and Xodiac felt the satyr's hold on his body vanish. "Done!"

"I can go?" Xodiac said cautiously. That was blessedly quick. Perhaps he'd have time to go home and change out of this.

"Yup! Oh, one more gift to you before you leave."

"What's that?"

Rather than respond, Chilff merely waved his hand vaguely at the dragote. Xodiac blinked, then looked down at himself. He'd better not have... but no, his body hadn't changed to be more fitting to the clothing he wore. What little of it there was.

"What was that?" Xodiac asked warily.

"Just gave you a little extra charm, is all. Only lasts a day, but it should all but guarantee you get the job." Chilff gestured back at the park entrance. "Now, off with you! Knock 'em dead, honey. And see you next year!"

"Greeeeat..." Xodiac murmured as he headed out. Much to his dismay, he found his gait had acquired a distinct swing to his hips. He swore as he realized he couldn't stop himself from mincing his way down the sidewalk. Worse, when he tried to turn right, back towards home, he instead found himself heading left. Towards Minskey's.

He wasn't sure what would be worse. Showing up like this and therefore blowing the interview... or showing up like this and therefore getting the job.

He sighed. Oh, well. Wouldn't be the first time...

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To be honest, I'm not entirely happy with this story. Getting Xodiac TG'd or femmed up is already kind of repetetive; to keep it interesting I try to make the reasons behind it different each time. But this one isn't different at all; in fact, it's a direct copy of the story I wrote to explain the first two pinup pics.

What it does do, though, is give me an excuse to commission these pictures in the future, and I don't have to think of a new scenario at all. They're just the next year's photoshoot, is all. So if I get more Easter Pinup pics in the future, there probably won't be a story attached at all.

The art was, of course, done by  raya-banana, and if you'd prefer to fave it in the artist's own gallery you can do it here.