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It all started when my girlfriend Alexandra and I decided to take a week off, and go to Las Vegas. My name is James Moore, I am 27 years old, I am about 6' tall, I have short dark brown hair and I am thin but very athletic. I had been dating Alexandra for over a year now and she desperately wanted to get married, but not me. I loved her and everything, but I had a good job that paid me very well. I decided what to do with everything in my life, and most of all, I was in no hurry whatsoever to get married. Besides, I promised myself that after I'd get married I wouldn't fool around any more, and I had been sleeping with my old girlfriend Claudia on occasion. Alexandra seemed more excited with this trip than any other that we'd been to. Strangely, my luggage didn't arrive to Vegas, and Alexandra told me not to worry, she said I needed to buy some new clothes anyway. When we arrived to the hotel she locked the room's door and said in a very angry tone of voice, "Now you lying bastard, I got you where I wanted!" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Don't act stupid with me!" she hollered. "I know that you've been banging that little tramp Claudia!" Then I started, "but Alex..." but was cut off by her. "I know lots of things. To think I really wanted to spend my whole life with you and reveal my secret. Thank God I found out soon enough that you are a chauvinist pig!" "She means nothing to me! I swear!" I tried to explain. "Don't even start you son of a bitch! But remember that revenge is sweet!" she answered with a wicked grin. I started to get nervous, but what could she possibly do? "I'll teach you a little lesson," she started. "My little secret is that I am a full fledged witch, and I'll show you how the other half lives! I bet you'll never use women as sex objects any more after what I'll do to you!" She closed her eyes and started chanting in a very strange language, I thought she must have flipped out! "She must be really nuts!" Suddenly, I felt a strange all over my body. "Alexandra ... what is happening?!" I cried out. Just then, I my hair felt alive as it started to crawl down my neck and onto my back. I started to breathe faster as I braced myself feeling immense pain. I looked down at my hands as they shrank before my eyes, becoming thin and delicate... my nails growing about an inch in just a couple of seconds. "Alexandra!!" I screamed. I was utterly surprised as the sound coming from my mouth was no longer mine. I instinctively grabbed my throat as if to suppress the sound of my new feminine voice. I felt my stomach tighten up as my waist narrowed, my hips widened, and widened, and widened, and widened, causing my pants to rip apart at the seams. I also felt the fat in my body begin to collect up and redistribute in my thighs and backside. I felt my ass began to swell and reshape itself completely throwing off my center of gravity. Then instinctively, as if to save them, I reached down to grab my male genitals. "Alex! Please don't! Not this!" I yelled, but it was already too late. I felt them shrink away to nothingness, and as if attached by strings, pulled completely back into my body leaving nothing behind but a long, deep slit which seemed to stretch and pull itself all the way up to my ass. In a rush, I put my hand inside my boxer shorts, and rubbed my hand through my groin area, amazed at how flat it seemed. It felt so empty. I found what felt to my experienced hand like vaginal lips; as I dreaded, I was right! What I felt were in fact vaginal lips! In my crotch! I separated them, and felt the soft tissue between them. Surprisingly, but not, I found my new inner lips, and neatly tucked between them, in the V at the top, the remains of my dick, now feeling more like a clitoris than anything! I squeezed my legs together tightly, not feeling the ever-present appendage there anymore. A sudden pain then caused me to slide my hands up under my shirt and grab my throbbing chest. I felt my nipples beginning to swell ... , in seconds, the mounting pressure erupted into a pair of enormous breasts that filled my tiny hands to the point where I could hardly hold them, and in moments I acquired a bustline that would have taken years to bloom in a normal girl. Like prisoners finally freed from harsh captivity, my breasts had taken full advantage of their opportunity for freedom. My shirt buttons strained and some burst trying to contain my new shape. "Oh my God! Alexandra ... please!" I whimpered. I looked down and noticed that my waist was smaller. Of course, I was wearing clothes so I couldn't see most of the changes but I definitely was feeling them. I started to feel my face heat up, and buried my head in my hands in disbelief ... when I did, I began to feel my face pulling and stretching to remold itself. When I took my hands away, I knew the face remaining was no longer mine. I dropped to my knees in shock as the sensations of my transformation finally ended. When I regained my composure, I reluctantly stood to gaze at my reflection in the hotel room's full length mirror. I moved fearfully toward it, knowing for the first time the sensation of having bouncing breasts pulling against my chest with each step. My center of gravity was different, and I momentarily felt awkward as I cautiously stumbled across the room. I reached the mirror and stared dream-like at my reflection. As I stood, my tattered pants fell to the floor revealing a pair of white cotton jockey shorts stretched to their limits by a stunningly curvaceous female form. My bottom had changed, for my once-hard, muscular buttocks had become not only smooth, full and supple but much larger as well, giving them an unmistakably round, feminine appearance. For better or for worse, I now a girl's ass, along with a girl's wide, rounded hips, a girl's shapely thighs, a girl's narrow shoulders and a girl's tiny waistline. I slowly unbuttoned the two remaining buttons of my shirt, fearful to see that which I knew was there. With the last button undone, it dropped to the floor completely exposing my new womanhood to my disbelieving eyes. Two HUGE and incredibly full breasts hung proudly from my now thin ribcage. Their large round nipples ever so slightly pointing up and outward! My hands automatically reached up to cradle the enormous boobs dangling from my chest, seeking to deny their presence. But even as I cupped the magnificent bosoms, I felt their full weight rest in my hands causing my body to get goose bumps from the new sensation. "What have you done to me?" I cried in my new sexy female voice, as I turned to Alexandra. The weight of my boobs swung like pendulums, making me nearly lose my balance when I spun. Alexandra let out a giggle. "You look beautiful!" she cried with delight. I looked down in horror. As my eyes moved upward, they were greeted by a mane of long, wavy platinum blond hair framing the face of the most gorgeous and devastatingly sexy girl. There was absolutely no resemblance to my former self, with the exception of my bright blue eyes. Hauntingly, they had turned feminine, but clearly remained mine. I could almost see my soul peeking out from behind them. Letting go of my breasts, I reached up to grasp my face in disbelief ... but the resulting bouncing sensation momentarily diverted my gaze back down to my jiggling chest. I had become a blonde bombshell of impossible proportions. My breasts were simply huge, their firmness causing them to thrust outward forcefully, at least a DD cup, you couldn't call them breasts anymore...they were so full, so big, that they could only be called TITS! Tits like some silicone-laden stripper. Tits that felt so heavy, they almost threatened to pull me forward! Yet my waist was the smallest I'd had ever seen on a woman. I had now a full round, alluring ass and impossibly wide but lean hips, and my legs were as long and sexy as any woman ever had before. The face I now had belonged to a girl emanating sensuality, with a body good only for sex. I now had enough curves to make Miss America look like a girl scout. I was now approximately 5'9", my heavy long, platinum blond hair, hung below my shoulders. My new woman's face radiated a lovely, gentle light that could never have come from the male face I had owned only moments before. My big, crystal blue eyes sparkled with deep, feminine sensuality, and were caressed above and below by long, full, dark lashes. My full, pouty, supple lips, smooth and moist, cried out to be kissed. My cheekbones were very defined, I put a hand to my face, just to insure that the goddess in the mirror indeed did the same. The perfect, velvet skin my fingertips found there was wondrous. I had the face of an angel! I looked very much like Anna Nicole Smith! Only sexier! I had become not merely a woman, but pure femininity personified. "But why this!?" I asked in my new sexy, breathy, sultry, soprano voice. "Please change me back!" "I will," Alexandra said. "But there is something you have to do first!" "Whatever!" I pleaded desperately. "But please change me back!" "First, put this on!" she said handing me a bag with what appeared to be some clothes. I opened the bag and pulled out a very small spandex black mini skirt, a g-string, a pair of fishnet stockings, and a very small light blue top. Inside the bag there were also a pair of very high heels. "Take your boxers off!" she commanded. Although I was very frightened, I still decided to play along. What choice did I have? I took all my other clothes off. Then I started walking towards the bathroom, my new hips were so wide it felt like my legs were three feet away from each other, and I felt my tits pulling my chest and I instinctively tried to hold them in place. Inside the bathroom I started putting on the girl's clothes. Shrugging, which caused my new boobs to jiggle a bit, I picked up the g-string and bent over to pull it on. I felt the fabric stretch practically to its limits. As I did so, my platinum blond hair fell forward, and I felt my mammoth boobs dangling, tugging heavily at my chest rhythmically as they swung, this felt really bizarre. The g-string was riding into my butt crack uncomfortably, it went right between the cheeks of my large, round, female butt. "This g-string is not very comfortable!" I said. "I don't care, slip it on so I can see how it looks on you!" she answered. I was nervous about coming out of the bathroom. From behind the bathroom door I said, "I feel awfully foolish Alexandra." "Just come out and show me how you look!" She was getting a little impatient and it showed in her voice. I came out of the bathroom covering my huge boobs with my small female hands, wearing only the G-string. I was still shocked, as a man I wouldn't mind going topless but I didn't want to show my breasts even to another woman. I noticed I had thought "another woman". "You look great!" she said excitingly. "I bet every man in this world will want a piece of your nice round ass! Now continue to get dressed!" "Ok," I said. "But first tell me what your plan is!" "All right," she agreed. "but remember that if you do not do everything I say, you'll remain like this forever!" "Don't worry, I will do as you say!" I replied in anguish. "You will get dressed in the clothes I just gave you, I'll put some make-up on you, we'll go out, and I will leave you in the street, and I'll see you in exactly 2 weeks!" "WHAT!!???" I shrieked. "You're leaving me looking like this for two whole weeks!?" "That's not all my dear," she said with a grin on her face. "When I see you again, you have to bring me ten thousand dollars, money you will earn with your luscious body. I want you to be a bitch! I made you so sexy that sleazy guys like you will chase after your cute ass like desperate hounds! This will teach you not to use women as you, and most men do!" "Are you NUTS?" I hollered in a very feminine way. "Please don't do this to me! I'm sorry, but please, please, I beg you! I'm not having sex for money! I'm not gay! I don't like other men!" Alexandra obviously enjoying every second of this, then said, "Its up to you. If you don't bring me the money to this hotel room, by midnight, a week from Monday, you're stuck! And don't even think of loan sharks, because the spell I cast on you has a 'no cheat' clause, that means that if you do not EARN that money with your voluptuous body you'll stay like this forever! You'll be a woman forever! You'll be reminded of it every time that you wake up in the morning, and put on a feminine garment that turns your stomach. You'll be reminded of it every time that a man turns his head and stares at you with lust in his eyes...every time that you're thought of as a sexual object instead of as a person. You'll feel embarrassed every time you stand in line at the grocery store and see the man behind you in line staring blankly into your cart, gawking at your box of maxi-pads. You'll be humiliated every time somebody stares at your nipples through a swimsuit or through your clothing in a cold room. You'll be reminded of it every time that you stand in a long line at the Ladies Room, when you have to pull your pantyhose down to your ankles and squat over some filthy toilet, while somehow trying to juggle your purse and hold up your skirt at the same time." "No Alexandra, please don't!" I pleaded. "Oh please," I whimpered. "Please forgive me...I'm so sorry Alexandra. I swear, I never meant to hurt..." "Shut up!" she yelled. "Look at you. You're so pathetic! Do you really think that some half-baked apology is going to get you out of this?!" She snickered at me, enjoying every second of my fear...every ounce of my pain. "Stop crying and do as I say, or else!" she ordered commandingly. With no choice whatsoever I stepped into the bathroom again closely followed by Alexandra. She held out a VERY small light blue spandex top that had a deep V neck with lots of cleavage. I held up the top, and exclaimed, "I'll never fit into this teeny little shirt, especially with these tits!" "Sure you will," Alexandra replied. "The fabric stretches, go ahead, try it on!" I donned the top and Alexandra helped to align the seams. I cried, "God it's tight, you can really see my large nipples underneath this. Damn, these boobs, are big!" Looking down, I felt a little embarrassed again seeing the soft mounds of my large braless boobs almost totally exposed by the tight, skimpy top, barely holding my immense tits. The top, to my eternal dismay showed my flat abdomen, belly button, and way too much cleavage. Then she handed me the fishnet stockings and explained to me how to put them on. I rolled them up and then slid one leg at a time into the stockings. I rubbed my hand against my groin, and felt the slickness of the g-string and the flatness of my muff against my hand. Then Alexandra handed me the spandex skirt. I started to pull it up and realized it was not going to go all the way up to my round butt, but Alexandra insisted it had to fit. After trying really hard, I finally slid it into place, the problem was that, since it was stretched to its limits it became a lot narrower, it left the lace trim on the stockings exposed, and it barely covered the front of the G-string. "Here," Alexandra tossed something to me, "put these on." They were black shoes with 6-inch platform heels. "I-I can't put those on. Can't I wear something with smaller heels?" "Nope," Alexandra was adamant. "Just try them." I put them on, and stood up. I felt that my center of gravity was all wrong, I kept feeling that I was going to fall forward. I hated how I was dressed, the top and mini skirt both seemed stretched to their limits by my large bosom and plump buttocks! The top was pressing hard against my braless tits which were simply huge, my tits were overflowing the cleavage, and yet my waist was the smallest I'd had ever seen on a girl. My round ass ballooned out at least 5 in from my backside, this especially accentuated by the high heels, and with the micro skirt, her legs were as long and sexy as any woman ever had before. "Please Alexandra," I pleaded. "I can't go out like dressed like this, everyone can see my nipples through this top! I look so cheap!" "That's the whole point of this, you two-timing creep!" She said. "Besides, don't complain, because I am sure that will help you getting customers!" Alexandra said teasingly, "Quickly darling, come with me!" and hustled me off to the bathroom. She told me to sit down in front of the mirror as she opened a bag and emptied its contents on top of table in front of me. The table before the mirror was now covered with lipsticks and mascaras and lots of other things I didn't recognize. She had my hair done, my very long fingernails were polished in bright red, Alexandra then started to put makeup on my face, a foundation, powder, bright blue eye shadow, a deep black eyeliner, both top and bottom, and black mascara in my thick eyelashes. Alexandra took my face in her hand and traced my mouth with a red pencil, then used a bright red lipstick to fill in. Alexandra then handed me some cheap looking earrings and a matching necklace, I reluctantly put them on. I realized that I not only had pierced ears, but hadn't even noticed them. I was being humiliated! "This is absolutely necessary, right?" I asked in a sultry voice while putting the earrings on. Alexandra looked at the reflection in the mirror and said while arranging my long, perfectly brushed straight blonde hair, "If you don't make some good sales looking like this, I don't know who will!" When I stood up and looked at my reflection in the full length mirror, I couldn't believe what I saw. I was now a cheap looking, but stunningly gorgeous, tall, extremely busty, blonde, wearing a very revealing, tight, light blue top that left nothing to the imagination, a skintight mini skirt over my over proportioned butt, that barely covered my crotch, but only by the barest minimum. You could see every muscle moving through the cloth, fishnet stockings, very high heels, and make up applied to give me a trashy look. "I look like a cheap hooker!!!" I shrieked. "Yes, it's wonderful! Isn't it?" she answered with a grin. "What do you mean wonderful?" I said in anguish, still surprised at my soft feminine voice. "Just listen to yourself. You look in the mirror and all you see is a cheap hooker. No one could possibly have the slightest doubt that all you are is a hooker. With those exaggerated proportions, no one can suspect that you are a man trapped in a hooker's body! It's wonderful." Alexandra beamed with delight. "Now," she started, "time to hit the streets! "Time is money" in your business!" "Please Alex!" I begged " You know that I really love you. I don't want to be stuck as a hooker, just look at me! Do you think I am comfortable wearing this? Please Alex, help me out!" "Nope!" she answered confidently. "You deserve this punishment, you asshole! You hurt me and now it is my turn to make you feel totally used!" "Let's get going!" she said commandingly. I thought that maybe it was better to keep playing along for a while, maybe she was trying to scare me (she succeeded at that!), and she would change me back to normal in a couple of hours. I hoped! She opened the hotel door and I attempted to walk. I was wobbly, to stay the least, and almost fell a couple of times. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong. You have to take smaller steps, and swivel your hips when you walk. Here. Watch me do it." Alex demonstrated what she was talking about by walking slowly across the room. I concentrated on her every movement. "Now you try it," she insisted. I tried again, doing much better this time. In fact, I was able to mimic a feminine gait. "No bad," I muttered under my breath. "No," agreed Alexandra, "not at all. You just have to put a little more "hip" into it, and you'll have it. Let me help you." Alexandra went to the rear of my body, putting her hands on my indented hips. As I tried to walk again, she forcibly made my hips swivel and wiggle with each step. I had to admit that it DID feel a little more ... comfortable ... that way. The problem was that I was still trying to walk like I usually walked. I continued walking around a bit and said, "It still feels very weird. My hips seem massive and these bounce at the slightest movement," I glanced down. "It feels as if my boobs and ass continue moving even if I stop! I think I will never get used to all the jiggling, swaying and bouncing this body has! It feels as if I were made of Jello!" "You're turning me on, you hot babe!" she cooed sexily as she walked seductively towards me, then she pushed her boobs up against mine and wrapped her hands around my large behind and said, "Just think the many ways you can use this cute little ass of yours, and think of the possibilities. You'll be fucked in ways you've never experienced before!" Just the thought of that made me sick, I wanted to kill her, but I knew she was the only one that could reverse this nightmare. Being in the hotel room looking like a hooker was one thing. Stepping out, going through the casino was a totally different thing. Alexandra grabbed her purse and she handed me a small, cheap looking one. I opened it only to find a lipstick, an extra pair of fishnet stockings and.two condoms.CONDOMS!! When Alexandra saw my petrified face she laughed and said, "You can never be too careful! You don't want to get a disease or something, or even pregnant!" I gulped, realizing I now had a vagina, my vagina!? And a clitoris and womb. I paled as he thought about that. We stepped into the empty elevator and I was very nervous. Then after what seemed like ages the steel elevator doors opened. The hallway outside was empty, but I could hear noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like dozens of people enjoying themselves. As I walked nervously down the hallway, I could make out the sound of slot machines. Gathering up my nerves, I followed Alexandra as the hallway turned into a balcony above the lobby. It was quite crowded as the hotel had its own casino. With all the commotion going on, I hoped to slip through the crowd without being noticed. I had to concentrate as I walked down the stairs that I didn't trip with my high heels and send myself flying. Several people watched intently as I walked down the stairs. I had to build up a lot of courage before I started to walk in public. I felt as if I were naked. I was feeling very self-conscious, and far more vulnerable and exposed than I had ever felt in my entire life. All the men looked at my bouncing and jiggling chest, they always looked. How could I blame them? I guess I would do that as well. I will never get used to it! I felt really uncomfortable walking in this body. I could hear the sound of my 6 inch platform shoes as I walked. I remembered the way Alexandra had told me to walk, and forcibly made my hips swivel and wiggle with each step. I had to admit once again that it DID feel a little more ... comfortable ... that way, and even if I felt ridiculous walking that way, I wondered how my ass looked from behind in this tight skirt. I looked down, my view partially obstructed by my large breasts, and just couldn't believe how flat my crotch looked with this skirt. It seemed as if I were the center of attention, everyone stared at me! I felt totally embarrassed. As we stepped out to the street Alexandra hailed a cab and we got in. As we stepped into the cab, I noticed the cab driver couldn't keep his eyes off me. As I settled into the cab's seat, I felt the new sensation of my very voluptuous butt and wide hips, it was as if I were sitting on a cushion. Besides, I realized that my short skirt was well up over my thighs and I tugged it down to cover what I could of this curvaceous body. "Where to, ladies?" the cab driver asked. "Ladies!!!??" I thought. "Take us where all the cabarets, hookers, and strip clubs are!" Alexandra responded. The cab driver looked at us in disbelief, but nevertheless he got the cab going. Even in the bumps we went over in the car, I could feel my huge breasts jiggle. The cab entered a zone where dozens of hookers were in every corner, and right in front of a cheap looking strip joint Alexandra said to the driver, "Stop, please." Then she turned to me and said, "Now honey, here's where you get off!" "No Alex!" I pleaded. "Please don't leave me here, I have no money and nowhere to go!" "You know what to do! So get off the cab, or else!" she said angrily. I realized I had no other choice so I opened the cab's door, and as I stepped out, I heard a guy that was passing by, suck in his breath, which only meant that he thought I was one hot number, and that I had great legs. "See you a week from Monday!" Alexandra shouted as the cab sped away. As I walked alone, I felt my wide hips sashaying side to side and my immense braless boobs jiggling, and bouncing up and down tugging heavily at my chest. I smoothed down my tight skirt for what must have been the hundredth time. Damn it, I thought, "I will never get used to being a girl!" There went another guy, whistling at me. That must have been the hundredth guy, too. I brooded as I walked along the street. "How the hell could this happen to me?" Then all of a sudden I heard someone calling me, "Hey gorgeous! Hey sweetheart!" I whipped my head around to see who was calling. My long, platinum blond, hair flew into my mouth, and eyes. It was a couple of guys inside a limo, one of them said, "Do you want to have a good time princess?" "No thank you," I answered, and continued walking. "Come on, honey!" they insisted. "We promise we'll be nice!" I continued walking ignoring them, and I was beginning to get scared, I felt totally defenseless. But they continued to insist, "How much for the two of us darling?" They were obviously very drunk. After insisting for another couple of minutes they finally gave up as one of them shouted, "You don't know what you are missing you stupid whore!!" Everyone in the street looked at me and I felt totally humiliated. As I continued to walk, I started to wonder, "Maybe I should have agreed. How will I get that kind of money? What am I thinking? I am not having sex with a guy!!!" Trying to figure out what to do I continued walking. Suddenly I felt a cold breeze. I felt it blow up and around my almost bare ass, and also down the neck, and my nipples sprang to maximum hardness. Looking down, I realized I had two pencil eraser-sized points sticking out the front of my top. I wasn't even wearing a bra. The only thing covering my nipples was one layer of this paper-thin, crepe-like stretch fabric. I moaned to myself, trying to cross my arms to cover my evident nipples and to try and reduce the bouncing and jiggling of my huge breasts. My arms wouldn't cross very well with my set of generous boobs in the way. As I walked I noticed the stares of almost everyone, I felt totally ridiculous. Minutes seemed like hours. I endured the frequent harassment from passersby for as long as I could, along with the self-conscious feeling as guys turned their heads to stare at me. The streets were crowded with lots of people, and all I wanted to do now was get away from them. I didn't want to walk the main streets, dressed the way I was, even if I had no idea what to do. My thoughts went back to Alexandra. Surely by now, she knew she had taught me a lesson. I would call her and she would probably reconsider and come and get me. All I had to do was find someone who would give me a quarter for the call. There was very little appeal to walking down a well-lit street like this but it was my best bet to find someone who I could beg change from. I was completely unaware that I was walking into one of most notorious sections of Vegas and at prime time on a Saturday night. I didn't understand what was happening when cars slowed as they drove by me, the men behind the wheel staring at me in anticipation, then driving off. I ignored them, not even looking in their direction. Up ahead, standing in front of a liquor store, was a girl. She was obviously a hooker. I thought he was more likely to get help from a girl, even a hooker, than a man. In my new female voice, as nicely as he could, I asked, "Hi, I'm in a little trouble. I got separated from my friends. Could you please let me have a quarter for a phone call?" "Get lost. Go make your money like the rest of us." I wasted no time moving on. About two blocks up, coming my way, were two more girls, hookers obviously. They were about thirty feet away when they stopped walking and just stood there, staring at me as I walked toward them. I was not surprised when the brunette spoke to me. The other looked like the more timid of the two. "Where do you think you're going girlie?" said the brunette, belligerence in her tone. Thinking quickly, I said, "Just passing through." I decided to just walk by. The smart answer annoyed her. The brunette stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "What's your name girlie?" I really had never thought that I needed a girl's name until that moment. I answered nervously, "Jame.., I mean, Jane." The girl had sharp features under her heavy makeup. Her long straight brown hair made her look a little like a witch. Under the circumstances, she was highly intimidating to me. "You're new around here. This is our section of the street." The hooker just wanted to scare me. It appeared to be working because I was really nervous. As cool as the night air was, I could feel the sweat on my back. "I'm just coming from a costume party. I'm not a hooker," I said in a meek voice. "You sure look like one of us girlie," the other one said, trying to sound as tough as the brunette. "Are you sure girlie?" asked the brunette. "Because that's a great boob job you have there, sugar!" "Honestly, I swear!" I replied, still not used to my extremely feminine voice. "It's just that I used to work at Hooter's." "My name is Sandy," the redhead said. "And she's Barbie, don't pay attention to her. Its just that competition is getting pretty tough these days." Barbie walked around me as I explained to Sandy, giving me a good look over. "I would never have guessed sweetie, you really could make quite a living with a body like yours!" remarked Barbie, shaking her head. "Could you just let me have a quarter to make a call, Please?" I begged. It had been a pretty quiet night for these girls so far, and they had nothing else to do. Barbie had an idea. "Unfortunately Jane, we don't have any change." Barbie winked at Sandy. "But we know where a phone is that you can use for free." I stared to thank the girl. "I really ..." Barbie interrupted me. "If you're going to use the phone, you're going to have to pretend to be a hooker a little longer. I won't be able to get you into the place if they think you're not." I wondered where they would take me? I was more than a little scared. "Come with us. It's just a few blocks up the street." Barbie turned and started walking. I walked between them. Two blocks down they turned at the corner and went around behind the buildings on the next block. I didn't mind at all being off the busy street. Especially walking with these two, but I was curious. I asked, "Why do we have to walk back here?" Barbie pointed to the building we were approaching. "The phone they let us use is inside the back door." Barbie knocked once, hard, on the sturdy metal door. In an instant, a small panel slid to the side and a man looked out at the three hookers. He obviously knew them. "What do you want Barbie?" "We need to come in a minute. I need to talk to Erika about something." "Alright, but don't take too long. You know Mr. Irvine doesn't like you girls hanging around." "I promise Dave, ten minutes, tops," Barbie cooed at the man in the small window. The door swung in and Barbie led the way. I followed while Sandy brought up the rear. The guy was at least 6' 4" and he looked like his face had been put through a meat grinder. He was scary looking to me considering the circumstances. But what was even scarier was the way he looked at me. Barbie walked halfway down the narrow hallway to a door. She knocked twice before it opened. "Hi Monica. Would you tell Erika that I need to talk to her for a minute?" I was a little surprised when I looked around Barbie and saw the girl. She stood there with her head turned back into the room, wearing only a flimsy pair of tap pants. I had trouble tearing his eyes away from her young full breasts. "Sure Barbie. Come on in while I find her for you." "Thanks Monica." It wasn't a very large room, about 20' x 15'. One whole wall was covered with lockers. Another by dressing tables with lighted mirrors. Three girls sat there applying makeup. They were all in lingerie. I could feel my face getting warm from embarrassment. On the wall with the dressing tables, in the corner, was a curtained doorway. A blond in panties and a short camisole came through the curtain. "Hi Barbie. What's up?" Erika cast a casual glance over the girls with me. "Hi Sandy." "Hi Erika." Sandy wasn't one to say much. "I just needed to talk to you for a minute Erika. Can we go out in the hall?" "Sure." Erika stepped past us and opened the door. Barbie followed. Feeling very uncomfortable in these surroundings, I just looked around the room, purposely avoiding looking at the scantily clad girls. I had no question what kind of place this was. I would just have to wait patiently until Barbie came back and took me to the phone. The waiting wasn't easy. "So, what's up?" Erika asked. "Did you notice Jane in there?" "Yeah, the cute blonde with the large tits. A new friend of yours?" Erika asked casually. "Sandy and I just met Jane tonight." Barbie started. "So?" What's your point? Erika inquired. "We just thought we'd bring her over and introduce to you and the others. We thought you'd get a kick out of meeting her." Barbie said grinning. "What's so special about her?" Barbie answered very casually, "She says she's not a hooker, and I think she's lying. She's probably a stripper. She says she's worked as a waitress over at Hooter's." "So..." Erika questioned. "It's just that she came up to us, talking in a very sexy voice, and asked for money to make a phone call. When I gave her a hard time because I thought she was working the street she told us her story. Surely with her looks this place would be packed!" Erika thought the idea was intriguing. She couldn't wait to get a better look at me. Barbie went on. "I thought you could probably persuade her to work here. What do you think?" "Absolutely. Wait until I show her to Kitty and Tracey. Then let's talk to her. Probably she won't even be interested," Erika replied. "Sandy and I have to get going. It's been a pretty slow night," remarked Barbie. "Could you just go back in and keep Jane busy for a few minutes while I get Kitty and Tracey aside and tell them about her? Thanks for the gift. We are always in need of good-looking girls!" Barbie kept me pacified by explaining that we'd had to wait until the office was empty to use the phone. "Erika will come get you when it's ok." We didn't have to wait long before the blond, Erika, came through the curtains followed by two other girls. They seemed to look at me strangely. The butterflies in my stomach returned after having settled down a little. Erika walked past me and the others. "Come on Jane. I have the key to the back room. You can use the phone in there." There was no phone in the little store room but there was privacy. Erika waved goodbye to Barbie and Sandy. I followed Erika. I didn't know why the two new girls followed us. Kitty and Tracey followed and closed the door behind them. Erika's first impressions had been right about this me. She thought I was actually stunningly gorgeous. I looked around the small room. Locked cabinets lined the walls. No phone was in sight. I looked at Erika and asked, "Where's the phone?" I was afraid to raise my voice, surrounded now by the three girls, all staring at me, smiling. Erika broke the insufferable silence. "Actually Jane, there is no phone here. I just wanted to make a business proposition first, and then let you use the phone. Barbie told me that you are not a hooker, but with those boobs I bet you are a dancer," "But, I am not a dancer!" I said. "Just wait till you hear her proposition," Kitty said. "You dance here, from 7pm to 2am, I'll pay you two hundred bucks a night and you keep all your tips! Is that a deal?" Erika asked excitingly. "No way!" I answered rapidly. There was no way I was going to dance half naked for a bunch of horny guys. But in the other hand, if I danced I would be earning the money with my body, and I wouldn't be having sex! That would be inside the rules concerning Alexandra's spell! Probably this would be the best idea, even if I didn't like it! "Ok," it seems as if you drive a hard bargain." Erika said. "What do you want?" I knew that this was probably my best chance of a fair deal besides I didn't even have a place to stay, not even a change of clothes! "I want two hundred and fifty dollars a night, 5% of the cover charge, I need a place to stay, some clothes, and of course, I get to keep all my tips!" "Are you nuts!" Erika shrieked. "Mr. Irvine will never give a percentage of the cover charge, I'll give you instead three hundred dollars a night, and all the rest you asked for, minus the 5%. You could easily be making over twelve hundred dollars a night!" "Deal!" I said. At that rate, I could pay off Alexandra in about 9 days! "That's great!" the three of them said. "Welcome to Irvine's Cabaret!" "There is one thing," I added. "I need an update with my dancing. Can any of the girls show me how you girls move around here?" I was a pretty good dancer, and I had been to my share of strip clubs, but as a spectator, but dancing and stripping front of horny men was another thing completely! "No problem!" Erika replied. "You'll stay at the Holiday Inn with the rest of the outside girls. Can you start today? Probably waiting on tables at first, so you can check out the place. Just let me go talk to Steffi! Is that ok with you Jane?" "Yeah, she can stay with me in my room," Tracey, a very young and large breasted brunette said. "I can show her the moves!" "Then it's settled," Erika added. "After closing time you go with Tracey." I wasn't quite sure I really wanted to do this and just the thought of it made me want to vomit. Erika then went to speak to the boss's wife Steffi, "She's drop-dead gorgeous, and she agreed to work here. I said you'd just let her wait tables for tonight so that she could check the place out!" "Is she really THAT attractive?" asked the boss's wife, Steffi. "She's stunning and most of all, she's really nice. She's waited tables before. She worked at Hooter's!" Erika said. "How does she feel about working in lingerie?" Steffi asked. "She's a stripper. I'm sure she'll be fine." Erika replied. Steffi thought a moment. "Alright Erika. I'm trusting you, I hope this new 'sensation' won't let us down. She can wait tables tonight, no problem." Steffi had a heart as big as gold for working girls, besides, Irvine's Cabaret had a reputation of having great looking girls. Erika asked me, "Have you ever waited on tables?" "A little." It was not entirely the truth. I had waited tables for a year when I was in college. Erika was thrilled. "Great. Just wait here while I go get my makeup case. We need to fix you up a little." It took Erika only about five minutes to redo my makeup. The darker lipstick and brighter eye shadows made me look older and, as far as I was concerned, trashier. She then handed me a pair of red lace panties, a matching bra that seemed way too big, a garter belt, and a pair of thigh length black stockings with lace on the upper part. "Here!" she said. "put these on. These are your working clothes for tonight, I hope I guessed your bra size correctly, I figured you're a 44 DD, a little bigger than Tracey!" "Quickly honey, in the dressing room," she told me, and led me into a small frilly pink dressing room. "This is the star's dressing room. Once you come out I'll assign you a locker so you can put your things away safely." One end of the dressing room was taken up by a huge make-up mirror, and the table before the mirror was covered with lipsticks and mascaras and lots of other things I didn't recognize. I got in and started to take off my clothes. I went on to remove my skintight top just like I did with my real body. It got temporarily caught on some rather large bulges in front. They were bulges that I set to jiggling once again. I saw that there were a lot of very feminine costumes hanging on the back of the door and on hooks on the walls. There were so many of them and the room was so narrow that he couldn't help but brush up against the frothy frilly things. Then I picked up the bra and held it up. I just couldn't believe I was actually going to wear this. I quickly discovered that it was much easier to take a bra off than it was to put one on! I'd certainly had enough hard experience in taking them off (albeit from the opposite perspective), and was for the most part, working "downhill." Negotiating the straps, hooks and cups on the reverse process was another thing entirely. I literally had to bite my lower lip to keep from swearing aloud. I stood in the dressing room, clad only in the tight red panties, close to tears. It as almost as if he expected to be able to put on a bra! In the end, I had to settle for putting the big tits into the cups, leaning down to set my newly acquired bust on the shelf of a dresser to keep them in place, and then reaching around with my both hands to secure the hooks. If anybody were watching they would have sworn that there was a tall, yet very busty, girl was trying to escape from a straight jacket. The bra certainly helped to control my large breasts. I did wish that Erika had chosen something a little less sexy. The sight of those large breasts enclosed in beautiful silk and lace turned me on. The bra certainly kept my titanic tits under control, the bra also felt very sexy on my sensitive breasts and I had to admire myself in the mirror. I then pulled out the suspender belt and stockings. I didn't know if women wore them under or over panties, but I decided that over my panties would be all right. First I put on the garter belt, then, I slid into the lacy panties and then tried to put on the stockings, I slowly worked them on, until they reached my thighs, as Alexandra explained to me before. I had never worn anything as erotic as stockings before. They felt like a second skin, and they made a swishing noise as they moved together I had always liked from the women I had dated. When I was done I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes, I was now a huge breasted gorgeous blond, wearing only red lace panties, and a matching bra that pushed my tits together and made them look even bigger, a slutty garter belt, stockings, and very high heeled platform shoes. I stood in front of the mirror and admired the buxom babe I was now. Teasingly, I stroke some sexy poses, wiggled my tits and shapely ass, and blew myself a kiss. "I definitely could be Playmate of the year !" I thought. I picked up my clothes and opened the dressing room's door, there was Erika waiting for me, and she said, "You look very nice dear. You'll have absolutely no problem making good tips!" She assigned me a locker and I put my things in there, then I followed her from the dressing room to the curtained doorway, hesitating there. The deep breathing that had served to help calm earlier didn't work now. Straight ahead was a second curtained doorway. "This way to the bar sweetie." Erika said. My heart was pounding heavily, I sighed, and felt my bosom rise and fall. I felt sweat rolling down between my massive breasts. Crossing the curtain, I followed, brushing past two girls coming through, heading for the dressing room. I kept my eyes straight ahead. Not letting my gaze connect with the stares from the men, young and old, who turned to check out the new girl, me!!!. I followed Erika to the bar. "Sharon, this is Jane. Steffi's going to let her wait tables tonight, sort of on a trial basis, she'll dance for us starting tomorrow." Sharon looked from Erika towards me. "Hi Jane. It's nice to meet you." "Hi Sharon, it's nice to meet you too," I answered. I knew that I'd have to play the part if I was going to get out of here unscathed, and trying to appear cheerful was not going to be easy. "Have you waited tables before Jane?" Sharon asked. "Just food," I answered. Sharon pulled a tray out from behind the bar. Then she pointed out the tables that I would be responsible for. For the first time since I walked into the bar, I looked around the large room. A raised horseshoe dance floor stood adjacent to the bar with low chairs outlining it. Hardly a seat was empty. There were men in three piece suits and guys in dirty tee shirts and jeans sitting shoulder to shoulder. I brought my gaze back around as Sharon set the tray on the bar. To the right of the horseshoe were two rows of small round tables, the place was packed. Beyond, to the rear of the room, was a dimly lit area. There appeared to be about twenty-five more tables, scattered haphazardly about. The right half of the back room was my section. All of the tables were occupied by about 25 leering men. "Go to it Jane." Sharon handed me the tray. Then Sharon explained, "If anyone gets too frisky and you can't handle them yourself, just tell Morris over there by the door and he'll take care of it." Sharon pointed out Morris. I looked over by the door and a tall, well built guy in jeans and a black pullover was looking at us, he nodded in our direction. I felt as if my feet were glued to the floor. Reluctantly I made my way to the back of the room. I started at the first table I passed, checking to make sure the two middle aged men had full bottles of beer. I moved on and at the next table the three young guys wanted another round. Fortunately, their attention was fixed on the dancer that was shaking her nude chest and smooth G-stringed bottom. I received only a luscious glance as they ordered. They wanted to order at the next table too but these two old men were more attentive to me. "A Jack and water and a Bud sweetheart," said the nearest of the two. "You're new, aren't you?" "I just started tonight," I answered as confidently as I could. The stares from the two grubby old men made my skin crawl. As I walked away, to get one more table's order, the old man that had spoken to me patted my bare ass, I jumped. It was humiliating, almost to the point of tears. With a deep breath, I went on. I would not turn my back on that one again. I watched his timing from then on, trying to circulate only when one of the performers were dancing and returning to the bar between sets. Suddenly, I had just delivered some drinks when I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me off my feet. I landed in the lap of a man in his twenties, who was almost certainly very drunk. I struggled to get up, but the man easily held me in place. The man laughed, "There's no need to rush off just yet, sweetheart." "Let me go!" I demanded. My voice was as weak as I felt. I was helpless to resist the man. "No!" he shrieked as I felt a strong hand clamp onto my large breast. My anger turned to fear as I felt a growing lump under my ass. I increased my efforts to get free, but to no avail. The man's grip was too strong. Despite myself, I felt my large breasts reacting to the man's groping. I had never been in a situation even remotely like this before, and I had no idea how to react. The twenty-something man said, "I can feel your nipples darling. They're like spikes. We both know you want it, so why not knock off the act and come back to my hotel?" "Let me go, please!" I begged. I was nearly frozen with fear over what the man was suggesting. My pleading only met with laughter. Suddenly I heard a deep menacing shout, "Let her go you asshole!" I looked up to see Morris. He looked particularly menacing, dressed all in black. He stood defiantly right beside the table. The man holding me was surprised by the challenge, but he quickly regained his courage. "Leave us alone. The lady wants to be here with me!" Morris sneered. "What a big man you are, hiding behind a woman!" The man that was groping me growled and flung me to one side. I stumbled against the wall and steadied myself. I was so emotionally shocked that all I could do was watch the developing confrontation. Morris then swiftly grabbed him, and dragged him out of the place. I just stood there dumbfounded. Morris then walked back to the bar. "He won't be bothering you any more, miss," he said as he passed beside me. I was too stunned to do anything but nod in reply. It took me several minutes to regain my composure, but Sharon was very supportive and then I started to wait on the tables once again. The time passed much more quickly than I imagined it would. I quickly learned to avoid being handled by the lecherous men, turned on by the gyrations of the girls on stage. By three a.m., when it was announced they were closing, there were only a dozen men left in the club. "You did well Jane." Sharon was impressed. "Thanks." My smile was genuine. Sharon was a really nice girl, she had not gotten upset when I messed up one of the drink orders, and she was really supportive when they groped me. I had a handful of singles, some fives, and a couple of tens, my tips, and I gave them to Sharon for larger bills. I turned away from the others for a second and folded the bills and tucked them under the garter belt. "Well, how did Jane do?" Erika asked as she walked up to the group. Sharon praised my efforts. I noticed an older, very classy looking woman come out from the back room. She was about 5' 9". The tailored, gray plaid, skirt suit made her look very professional. After she acknowledged the others, she turned to me. "Hello Jane, my name is Steffi. I'm the owner's wife." She extended her hand to me. I did the only thing I could, I shook it. "It's nice to meet you," I replied. "All the girls just call me Steffi, Jane. Sharon told me you did very well tonight, and Erika tells me you will be dancing here starting tomorrow, I would like it if you could please come early and audition for Tony, the manager," she said. I spoke without thinking, "Sure." "Wonderful. We'll see each other tomorrow, and we'll work out a schedule for you." Steffi turned and left. I stood staring after her, in a daze. I couldn't believe that I now had a new job. as a stripper! "Well come on Jane. It's late and we need to change and get going, Tracey must be ready by now," Erika's said. "Yes, sure," I answered. I followed Erika into the back room. Tracey and Kitty were waiting for us along with several of the other girls I had met out in the club, Bonnie, Nicole and the girl, Monica that I had first seen when we entered the dressing room. The other girls had already left. Kitty was a sunny blonde haired, tanned version of a sexier, extremely well endowed Jennifer Aniston, Bonnie had an extremely beautiful face framed by a mane of raven black hair. She also had a great figure (a little voluptuous, but just the way men liked it!) 38C breasts, 23in. wasp-like waist, flat tummy, with well-toned abdominal muscles, wide hips that flared generously from beneath her waist, her 37in. voluptuous butt was extremely fleshy and very firm (probably a bit too big), and Nicole, she was about 5ft. 6in., she had long curly red hair, a very athletic body, 36B breasts, and she really looked a lot like Nicole Kidman. "Welcome to Irvine's!" said Bonnie, excitingly. She, along with Nicole and Monica had just learned about me being the 'new girl'. I said hello to the girls, as they introduced themselves. They were all very friendly, and encouraging. "So," Tracey started, "let's change and get your things." After dressing up again, albeit with the mini skirt and the skintight top (at least I had a bra now!), Tracey said, "Where is the rest of your stuff?" "My suitcase got stolen in the airport!" It was the first thing I could think about. "Probably they'll find my stuff by tomorrow!" "I'm sure that Kitty, Tracey and I can find enough clothes to fit you. We're all about the same size," Nicole added. "Without counting the chest, of course!" All of the girls giggled. Tracey and I said goodbye to the rest of the girls and we took a cab to the hotel. I couldn't believe the number of guys that tried to pick us up. Finally we got to her hotel room. "Have a good night's sleep and we can rehearse in the morning. No big deal," Tracey said nicely. "Let's help find you something to sleep in." She looked inside her drawers. She chose one of her very short lacy white nighties and handed it to me. Even though I wasn't thrilled of the idea of wearing a skimpy lace nightie, I was grateful. The pressure in my bladder reminded me that I had something to take care of. Quickly, I latched the door, then glided into the bathroom. I slid the tight skirt up a bit and rolled the panties down on my full soft female thighs. I turned toward the toilet and automatically reached toward my crotch. And came up empty-handed. Half-blushing, I reached down, lowered the toilet seat, then turned and sat. I sat puzzling for a second; how did this body work? But I found that the same muscles worked for my new woman's body as had worked for my male body. The next challenge - to wipe myself dry. I realized quickly why women insisted on soft toilet paper as I patted my genital area dry. And why they seemed to use so much of it! I stepped out of the bathroom with the tight nightie designed for someone Tracey's size, exposing most of my ample chest and feminine curves. The length of the nightie did not cover the sheer, white lace panty that left nothing to the imagination. The panty hugged every curve of my feminine shape down there, while dually exposing through its sheerness a faint sign of a perfectly trimmed mound of hair. "You look like a centerfold !" Tracey said. "Very funny!" I answered while putting my hands against his wide hips. "Goodnight Jane, you centerfold you!" Tracey joked. Then I climbed into bed and noticed that I couldn't sleep on my stomach because of my big boobs nor on my back, my boobs stretching in every direction. So I decided to sleep on my side. I awoke in the very next morning, musing, "What a strange dream." That was until I heard THAT voice coming from my lips. I opened a stranger's eyes to the sight of Tracey's hotel room. "Shit," I muttered, realizing that it hadn't been a dream. "Shit," I said again. This damnable, infernal spell was getting more uncomfortable with each passing moment. I experienced the odd feeling of my breasts jiggling uncomfortably as I climbed out of bed. "I can't believe this," I tried to convince myself, as I looked at my reflection in the room's mirror. The dream, or in this case nightmare, theory wasn't working. The evidence was irrefutable, as the omnipresent weight on my chest and void between my legs would attest. There literally was no choice but to believe. What was the alternative? I looked down at the wildly improbable view of a very generous cleavage from above. Although in the back of my mind I knew that all of this would be over in a short while, I would call Alexandra as soon as Tracey stepped into the bathroom, and she'd probably change me back to my old self. Tracey woke up, greeted me in a very friendly way and stepped into the bathroom. I quickly dialed to the hotel Alexandra was staying. "Las Vegas Marriott, this is Ed speaking, how can I help you?" "Room 1302, please," I asked. "Sure Miss, one second." Miss? I was not used to this. "Hello," Alexandra answered. "Alex, is that you?" I asked in anticipation. "Oh, hi!" she replied. "How's my busty princess doing?" "Not good!" I answered angrily. "Please change me back. You don't know what I've been through! I swear I've learned my lesson!" "No my dear," she answered in an annoyed tone. "You hurt me in a way you'll never imagine, so bring me the money, and I'll see you in two weeks!" Then she hung up on me. I cupped my huge breasts and almost starting crying, "I don't want to be woman forever, and a stripper no less!" I murmured. Then Tracey came out of the bathroom, sat down beside me and said, "I'm sorry Jane, but I couldn't help it but overhear your conversation. Alex is your boyfriend, right?" I nodded. "Forget him girl! I'll make sure we have a great time and besides, we'll be making very good money!" She patted me on my back, and ordered some yogurt and fruit for breakfast. Flipping through the TV, Tracey found some girls exercising, and convinced me to try it for a few minutes. Tracey lent me one of her aerobics leotards. I hated how he was dressed, the leotard seemed stretched to the limits by my breasts and buttocks! The leotard was pressing hard against my tits which were simply huge, their firmness causing them to thrust outward forcefully, overflowing the cleavage with every breath I took. "At least this will be good support," I thought. My waist was the smallest I had ever seen on a girl. The skintight leotard making a dramatic slope from my now even-wider hips to my now-slimmer waist. My round ass ballooned out at least 5 in from my backside, this especially accentuated by the spandex lycra, and, with the high cut legs on the leotard, my legs were as long and sexy as any woman ever had before. As I started exercising, I was a little surprised to find just how flexible this body was. I was amazed as I did the splits and found myself bending over effortlessly. I stretched and did aerobics for almost twenty minutes before the show ended, and was breathing a bit harder when I was done. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. It felt so good being so flexible. "Now," she said enthusiastically. "It's time for you to learn the moves from the best! I had to put on a bra to make the complete effect!" She put a tape in the recorder, pressed play and the music started. Tracey swayed seductively in front of the bed where I was sitting. I was enchanted by this luscious stripper. Just as I'd seen her on stage last night, she shook her auburn hair wildly. She had incredibly full sensuous lips, soft eyes. She only wore a large, very worn t - shirt; the t - shirt was stretched to its limit by her very large bosom. I swallowed hard as she stared right into my eyes - seemingly into my very soul, and smiled seductively at me. I sank back into the bed, as Tracey began to dance. Slowly, every move carefully designed for maximum sex appeal, she twirled to the music, swaying her hips, tracing the outline of her boobs, her eyes closed as if she were lost in a private sexual experience. And slowly, the t - shirt came off. I gulped again as I saw her large lacy bra, straining to contain her voluptuous breasts (I had much bigger breasts, but hers were pretty big!). With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the t - shirt to the other side of the room as she continued her sensual self- exploration. I realized that the first set was over only when I heard the change in tempo of the music, from a slow, sultry strip number to a faster, more excited pace. Now, in a frenzied passionate gesture, Tracey tore off her bra, freeing her magnificent orbs. I was transfixed by the beauty dancing before me. And then shocked, as she jumped on top of the bed, and crooked her finger, gesturing me forward. I rose slowly, standing at the foot of the bed, as Tracey draped her bra over my shoulders and then grabbed my head and pulled it into her bountiful cleavage. Then she twirled away, blowing me a kiss as I sank once more into the bed. Only when Tracey retrieved her T-shirt the spell broke. She got dressed again, threw a bra, and a shirt at me and said, "Now try and do what I do!" She turned the music on again and we started dancing. Before I realized it, I found myself caught up in it, and trying to keep up with Tracey. I felt exhilarated as I jumped and moved around, my breasts jiggling wildly, as I danced lusciously. Getting used to having my huge breasts bouncing with every step was hard enough, but I quickly found out why girls wear sports bras. Bouncing like that hurts unless you hold your boobs in place. My heart pounded with the exercise and I could feel myself beginning to sweat, and it all felt great to me. Finished, we let ourselves fall to the ground, breathing hard, but feeling great. I couldn't believe how good I felt, just from exercising like this, and I'd even managed to keep up with Tracey pretty well, giving me a feeling of pride. I sighed, and my large bosom rose and fell. I felt sweat rolling down between my breasts. "You did great!" she said excitingly. "But you said you didn't know how to strip. I think you're a natural!" "Me?! A natural stripper?!" I thought. She showed me how to move, how to get my big breasts to wobble and jiggle just right. "We better get ready!" Tracey said. "Remember you have to audition for the manager! You take a shower and I'll lend you some clothes, so you can impress him!" Even though me being a busty stripper was very humiliating, it was the best way I could think of raising ten thousand dollars in time for me to be changed back to normal. Tracey opened one of her drawers, handed me a white lacy G-string, and I went into the bathroom for a shower. Inside the bathroom I locked the door. As I walked to towards the shower I saw myself in the full length mirror, stopped, and admired the stunning beauty of this new body, then I continued walking as I felt my voluptuous butt swaying side to side with every step. I opened the shower and soaked for awhile, then remembered to start washing. I slowly rubbed the soapy rag over my shoulder, then down over my large breasts, finding it sort of erotic and very weird. I found washing his hair was rather annoying though, taking a large amount of shampoo and a long time to rinse. I also found it very strange washing a flat crotch and preferred not to explore my pussy, for now at least. Finally though I was finished, and stepped out of the shower, drying myself off, which also felt very strange. I bent over to pull up the G-string. I felt the fabric stretch practically to its limits. As I did so, my wet platinum blond hair fell forward again, and I felt my mammoth boobs dangling, tugging heavily at my chest. The G-string was riding into my butt crack uncomfortably, it went right between the cheeks of my round female butt. Then Tracey came into the bathroom, and she held out a 44DD underwire bra made by OLGA and slid my arms through the straps. "I think this might be your size," she said. "My last roommate left a couple of her bras here." I successfully adjusted my titanic boobs into the cups and Tracey helped me hook the four hook and eye closures flat against my back. Looking in the mirror, my reflection was dominated my the big, white lacy cups of the bra stretched to their capacity. The bra pushed my tits together and made them seem even bigger. We stepped out of the bathroom and Tracey told me to choose whatever clothes I wanted. I deliberately selected a set of rather conservative