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Warning: This story is a work of pure fiction, and contains
some adult matter, including transformations from male to
female. If you are under the legal age (18 most everywhere)
or are offended by such, please read no further.
This is the first in a series of stories I'm writing based
in a strip club. I don't know how long this is going to go
on (so far, I've only got ideas for five stories including
this one), but I'll write as I get ideas. Like the "Spells
'R' Us" and "Bikini Beach" universes, this one is open to
other writers, just please let me know about it.
Thanks to Bill Hart for creating the "Spells 'R' Us"
universe and all the fun the old wizard brings to every
life he touches. Without their inspiration, these stories
wouldn't exist.
And now, without further ado...
Sunset Strip 1: Opening Night
By MAD Mike
Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't see you come in. You're a little
early you know. The shows don't start 'til seven, but
you're welcome to have a drink while you wait.
I know, you wanted to get a good seat, right? Well, you're
in luck. This early, there's plenty to be had.
What's that? This is your first time here? Well, I didn't
think I'd seen you around before. I've got a good head for
faces, and I make it a habit of knowing as much as I can
about my patrons. Makes it easier to know what they'll
like.
Of course, it also makes it easier to weed out the
troublemakers before it happens, too.
How do I do that, you ask? Easy. I read minds.
Like right now, I know you're thinking, "This guy's nuts.
He really thinks I'll believe that?"
Well, no, I don't think you will. You seem like a man with
more important things to think about than magic and such
nonsense. But let me tell you a story anyway. Don't worry,
there's plenty of time before the show starts. The story's
not that long anyway.
See that picture over there? I'm sure you recognize her;
she's been all over the TV lately. Well, she danced here a
few times. I know it's not hard to believe with the looks
she's got, but that's not what's really hard to believe.
The hard part is that that gorgeous woman was once a man
just like you and me.
Now, don't laugh. It's true, and I'll prove it to you after
I tell you the story...
***
The young man stepped into the club and looked around a
little nervously. He'd never been in a place like this, but
he'd always wanted to see what it was like. Truth be told,
he'd never even seen a woman naked outside of photographs
before. Now was his big chance to see it all up close and
personal.
He'd almost chickened out a couple times. Just turned his
car around and headed back home. Forgot about the whole
thing entirely and went on with his life as it had always
been. But he just couldn't do that. Couldn't just forget
it. He was bored with his life as it was and wanted to do
something -- anything -- to make it unusual.
Now, there he was. Right there in the one place no one who
knew him would ever expect.
Not that anyone really knew him very well. Oh, sure he had
friends, but none of them were really close. He never let
anyone close enough to know the real him. Maybe it was
because of all the teasing he'd put up with as a child, he
didn't want anyone to know the real him so they couldn't
hurt him with what they found.
Whatever it was, though, he had finally gotten up the
courage to change it. And, for better or worse, this was
where he decided to start.
He found a table about midway to the back and ordered a
soda. He didn't drink alcohol. That would be a step he
wasn't willing to take no matter what. As the waitress came
back a few moments later, he got a really good look at her.
Like all the others in the club, she had a fantastic
figure. And the black T-shirt with the hot pink "Sunset
Strip" logo across it showed everything off really well. He
realized he must've been staring at her quite prominent
nipples and impressive breasts when he looked up and saw
the knowing grin on her face.
"If you think these are nice," she whispered as she leaned
in with a wink, "just wait 'til you see the ones on stage."
He didn't know what to say to that, but the color he felt
rising in his face was clearly enough of an answer. He
still couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips and ass
as she walked away laughing. Anywhere else, he'd probably
be really embarrassed at the blush and the laughter it
caused, but she didn't seem to be laughing at him at all.
A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and the show
started. Through the hoots and hollers and catcalls and
everything else, he watched the woman dancing on the stage
in amazement. How she could walk with breasts that large,
he couldn't imagine, but like the other guys in the room
that didn't matter as much as the dance she was doing.
As he watched, it seemed all the others in the audience had
left and the gorgeous beauty was dancing just for him. Her
gyrating hips moving to the beat of his own heart. Every
thrust and bob only for him. Every smiled and alluring gaze
directed only his way.
He was so mesmerized by the whole scene that he didn't even
notice the man come up behind him. "Good evening," the man
said, taking a seat next to him. "I hope you're enjoying
the show."
"Huh?" he said, breaking his attention away from the
glorious mounds of female flesh the girl was squeezing just
for him. "Oh, yeah. It's great."
"Excellent," the man said with a knowing grin. "You know, I
think you might be just the person I need."
"What?" he asked, not sure at all what he was talking
about, and not all that sure he wanted to know at that
point.
"Oh, don't worry," the man laughed. "I don't mean anything
like that. You see, I own this club. One of my employees
called out sick and I need a replacement."
"And you want me to fill in?" he said, still a little
confused. "What would I be doing? Bussing tables? Mixing
drinks?" He'd never done anything like that, but then
again, he wasn't really thinking he was serious about the
whole thing.
"No, not that," the man replied. "And trust me, I am
serious about the offer." With that, he stood and gestured
toward a door next to the bar. "Why don't we go into my
office and we'll talk about it?"
"How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, for some
reason standing as well and following the man toward the
door.
"It's a knack," the man replied with a shrug, holding the
door open. As the two of them stepped inside and the door
closed behind them, he went on. "Now then, what I need is
another dancer."
"A what?" he said, backing toward the door again. "You're
nuts! I can't go on that stage!"
"Why not?" the man asked, looking for all the world like he
was confused by the reaction.
"Well, for one thing, I can't dance like that," he replied,
gesturing toward the stage beyond the door. "For another, I
wouldn't fit in any of the costumes the girls wear. And
lastly, I... AM... A... GUY!"
The man laughed at that and shook his head. "Is that all? I
can fix that, no problem. Here, put this on." The man
tossed him something that he would swear wasn't there a
moment before. Taking a look at it, he found it was a T-
shirt just like the ones the waitresses in the main room
wore.
He looked at the man with a frown. "What's this supposed to
do? It's not even the right size."
"Don't worry about that," the man replied with a dismissive
wave of his hand. "It's one size fits all. Just put it on
right over what you're wearing now."
That's it, he thought to himself. This guy is definitely
crazy.
"No, I'm not," the man said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Look, just put it on and you'll see what I mean. If
nothing else, you'll have a free souvenir of your night
here."
He just looked at the man for another minute, trying to
decide whether he was for real or not. He wasn't fully sure
just what the man was trying to imply, but it seemed... No,
it couldn't be that, could it?
Well, there's only one way to prove him wrong, he thought,
slipping the shirt over his head. He felt a strange
tingling as he stuck his head through the neck hole. It
spread even further as he put his arms through the sleeves
and straightened it out over his rather large breasts.
Yeah, he thought with a grin, this guy's full of...
"I've got breasts!" he exclaimed in total amazement,
cupping those new protrusions of his in each hand. It
barely registered in the back of his mind that his voice
was now a sultry contra-alto. "What did you do to me?" he
said, looking to the man in desperate confusion.
"I just proved my point, I think," the man laughed. "You're
now a very attractive young woman, with the perfect figure
to perform on the stage."
"But I don't want to be a girl!" he replied, though the
small dainty hands he now had told a different story as
they continued fondling his new breasts. "I just want to go
back to my old body."
"Are you sure about that?" the man asked, with an almost
smile.
No, I'm not, he thought. And he knows it too. "Yes," he
replied, emphatically. "I'm positive!"
"Well, all right," the man said, sitting on the edge of his
desk. "I'll make a deal with you. You spend one night
dancing on my stage. And if you can honestly tell me you
don't like it, I'll change you back. Either way, you don't
have to do it ever again. All right?"
It took him a few moments to make up his mind. It was an
interesting idea. He'd always wanted to know what it was
like to be a girl and look like this.
Finally, he nodded, "Okay, you've got a deal."
"Excellent!" the man replied with a grin. "I knew we would
come to an agreement." With that, the man led him through
another door to the backstage area and left him to get
ready for his - her performance.
'My God, I can't believe I'm actually doing this!' He
thought to himself as he stepped up onto the stage. 'I must
be as crazy as that guy is.'
Making a final adjustment to the "costume" the other girls
backstage had given him, he got into a position he wasn't
sure he knew (or wanted to know) where it came from.
A moment before the curtain went up, the music started. It
was an old song he'd heard thousands of times on the radio,
but never quite like that. And never with the sort of
stirrings deep inside him it was causing.
As the curtain went up, he knew just what he had to do. The
music was pounding into his head, pulsing through his body,
and all he could do was move along with it. Let this
fantastic new body of his go however it wanted to go.
It wasn't really easy at first. His mind kept trying to
take control, to move him in a way he thought he should go,
but his body wouldn't hear of it. It just kept going right
along, undulating perfectly, like he'd been doing this sort
of thing for years. By the time the song was halfway
through, he gave up the fight and let his mind sort of
drift.
A corner of his mind kept watching the men in the audience.
He couldn't believe they were so entranced by him. It was
just like he had been before the man came over. He even
smiled to himself as he noticed the ones close enough that
he could see were actually getting very aroused by him. It
was totally amazing to him that this body of his could hold
such power over these men.
And even more amazing was how much he - no, she was
enjoying the whole thing.
Before she knew what was happening, the music ended and,
exhausted but thrilled, she turned back to head backstage
as the curtain descended again with the whole audience
hooting and hollering for more.
"Well, what do you think now?" the man asked holding out a
robe for her with a grin.
The bastard knows, she thought to herself with a laugh. "I
think you know the answer to that," she replied, slipping
into the robe.
As she tied the belt around her slim waist, she finally
noticed the amount of bills stuffed into the g-string she
wore. There were so many of them! And many not just
singles!
"I told you, didn't I?" the man grinned that same damned
grin of his. "They absolutely loved you."
"Yeah, they did," she replied thoughtfully. The
implications of the whole transformation starting to dawn
on her. "What am I gonna do now? I can't go back to my life
like this."
"Oh, don't worry about that," the man laughed again,
guiding her back further into the dressing area. "I think
you'll find everything you need right here." The man
gestured to a pile of neatly folded clothes setting on a
chair in front of a makeup table.
"What's this?" she asked, picking up the white silk blouse
and black leather miniskirt carefully. "They're mine," she
answered herself as she looked at them closer. "This is all
mine."
"Of course," the man replied, sitting on the edge of the
make-up table. "Can't have you going outside in just a g-
string, now can we? You'd catch your death of cold."
She looked at him again for a long moment, not sure at
first just how to take that. Then she laughed, enjoying the
sound of it. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she said,
setting the clothes down again. "But what about the rest of
it? My ID. My credit cards. My apartment."
"All taken care of," the man replied, picking up a leather
handbag and tossing it to her. "Take a look."
Wondering just what he meant, she opened the purse and
pulled out the woman's wallet she found inside. There, in
an unusually good driver's license photo, was the same face
she saw staring back at her from the mirror. "Roselyn
Peters," she read. Then looked at the man. "That's my
grandmother's name."
The man nodded at that. "Yes, you're named after her, of
course."
"But this address, that's not where I live," She replied.
"This is on the other side of town."
She looked up from the picture to him with a frown, but he
was nowhere to be seen. She was going to go look for him to
ask about the new address when one of the other girls came
over.
"Come on, honey," the girl said. "You gotta get dressed.
The Boss doesn't like having to wait for us to lock up the
place."
"Oh, right..." she replied, craning her neck around to look
for the man some more, but with no luck. Finally with a
sigh, she turned back to the clothes she'd been wondrously
provided with, and got dressed again.
"Don't forget to turn in the Boss's cut of your tips," the
girl said, nodding toward the bills stacked neatly on the
table. "You did pretty well for your first night."
"Yeah, I guess I did at that," she smiled, buttoning her
blouse as she stepped into her shoes. "Guess I'm better at
this stuff than I thought."
"Honey, you're a natural," the girl replied with a nod.
"You had those guys drooling all over themselves better
than most of us who've been here since forever."
"You think so?" she asked, touching up her make-up without
so much as a second thought.
"Abso-tively!" the girl laughed. "Trust me, kiddo. I've
danced in the best clubs in the country. You've got what it
takes like you wouldn't believe."
They chit-chatted a little longer as she finished and
headed to the front to turn in the house's cut of her tips.
What was left was still a good amount, almost as much as
she'd gotten in her old job for a week.
"You girls take care now," the bouncer, a tall blond named
Beth, told them both as she let them out. "You heard about
that wacko rapist the police are still looking for, right?"
"Rapist?" she repeated, suddenly realizing she was a prime
target for that kind of monster.
"Yeah, that's why the Boss doesn't want any of us going out
alone at night," the girl nodded. "I tell ya, I won't feel
safe at all until that freak is locked up for good."
"Or better, until the Boss takes care of him," Beth
laughed.
She was still worried about it as she climbed into her car.
Another surprise there, it was a lot nicer than the one
she'd driven here in. Locking the doors quickly behind her
as she got in, she sat there for a second before starting
the engine. Was this really what I wanted to get myself
into? She asked herself.
She knew the answer right away, of course. This body was
something she'd always dreamed of. As a boy, he'd always
felt like an outsider. A loner with few friends. He even
imagined himself as a beautiful woman every chance he got.
Now, she was one. It was like a dream come true, and it
seemed now she'd always been that way.
She couldn't wait to see just what the rest of her new life
was like.
It was the night of her one-year anniversary as a woman and
Roselyn Peters was having the time of her life.
At her new apartment after that fateful night at the strip
club, she'd found she was now something she'd always
dreamed of. A successful writer with six books that had
made it to number one on the New York Times Best-sellers
list. An attractive woman with a family that didn't argue
every ten minutes. A person that felt good about who she
was and had plenty of friends that felt the same way.
"Rosey, come on!" her boyfriend called from the living room
of their apartment. "We're gonna be late."
"Oh, please, Chuck," she laughed, doing some last minute
primping in front of the mirror. "We've got plenty of time.
Besides, you want me to look my best, don't you?"
"Well, you've got a point there," he laughed, standing in
the doorway to watch. "Then again, you always look
fantastic to me."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, big boy," she grinned at
him. "Now, let's get going."
"But of course, m'lady," Chuck replied with a bow, offering
his arm to her and leading her out the door.
About ten minutes later, they arrived at the party. Only
five minutes late, but no one said anything. (Well, almost
no one...) "Rosey! It's about time you got here!" her agent
and best friend called out, nearly dragging her into the
room. "Come on! There's someone you've got to meet!"
"Sally, can't I even take a breath here before I meet
somebody else?" she laughed.
Sally was always a bit energetic when it came to things
like this, sometimes overriding things like courtesy and
common sense. But that was one of the reasons she liked the
woman, they were about as opposite as two people could get
and still be able to stand each other.
"No, you can't!" Sally replied, still pulling her into the
group gathered there. "This is important!"
She was about to object some more, but then saw who the
person was Sally wanted her to meet. "You!" she said, jaw
dropping open in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"You... you know each other?" Sally asked, suddenly
deflated.
"We met about a year ago," The Boss replied with a smile.
Then to Roselyn, he added, "Of course I'm here. I couldn't
just let this big occasion pass without sharing it."
"Well, I'm glad you came. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't
be here now."
"I do try. And I'm glad you're enjoying everything so much.
It would have been such a waste, you know."
"You knew I was planning to kill myself that night," she
said, more a statement than a question.
"Of course. That's why I went to you in the first place."
She laughed and nodded again. "Then, I guess I should thank
you for that, too."
The man shook his head with another smile. "No thanks
necessary," he said. "All I ask is that you live this new
life to its fullest."
"You've got yourself a deal," she said, shaking his hand.
***
And that's how it all happened...
What happened to them, you ask?
Well, I don't think you have to ask me that. Her wedding
was all over the papers. Of course, what they haven't told
anyone yet is they're expecting their first child in the
spring. I think she's even going to name him after me. Very
flattering, of course, but don't tell anyone I told you
that.
Oh, look at the time. The show's about ready to start.
Better get your seat now while there's still some good ones
available.
What's that? You still want me to prove it to you? Well, I
think we can manage that. Come on back to my office and
we'll get started.
The End
Mila
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