I finally managed to catch my breath after what could only be described as a life-altering orgasm. My once naked female form was now squeezed into a red dress that only seemed to make my large tits look even bigger.
“Now then, my dear… Tell me honestly… What do you think of the new you?” The Stripper responsible for my change smiled that same smile that got me into this mess
But there was something decidedly different about that smile, or perhaps it was something else that had finally lifted from my mind. In either case, I was no longer mesmerised by her beauty. “What the fuck did you do to me!?”
“Hush sweetie, you don’t know-”
“You fucked with my brain and then you fucked with my body!” I shouted, still put off by my changed voice yet too angry to stay silent. “I didn’t ask for any of this! So either you change me back or-”
She lifted my chin and I felt the anger drain from my body, just like whatever charm she had put me on back at the bar. I could only stare into her beautiful eyes as my threats fell empty and forgotten in the back of my mind.
“You are in no position to threaten me. But I will give you a chance to prove me wrong.” She said calmly. “I didn’t turn you into this because I wanted to, but rather because I sensed it was who you were meant to be!”
She released me from the charm once more. After blinking away from the trance I realised anger wouldn’t help me out of this situation. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that you were born a man, but your soul was always meant for a life as a woman.” She explained, her hand rested on my shoulder. “But my powers of divination aren’t an exact science, so if you think I’m wrong about it, I’ll give you a few chances to prove me wrong.”
The room began to spin and I felt a sudden wave of vertigo. Reaching out for balance, I felt a metal pole and grasped hold of it, leaning back for support before realising I was now on a stage resting against a stripper pole.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, unable to let go as music began pounding.
She was sitting in front of me with her eyes transfixed on me. For a moment, I thought that she was in a trance just like I had been. Then finally she spoke. “You’ve not had much time to embrace your new body. Aside from a couple of little orgasms, you’re practically a beginner in femininity. So I want you to dance for me for a couple of minutes. If you still want to change back afterwards, we’ll move on to the next test.”
“And what happens if I don’t dance at all?” I protested, unaware that my body had already started to move against my will.
She laughed, watching me start to wiggle my hips in time with the music. It was only when I felt my tits and ass jiggle that I realised what was happening. But I couldn’t protest, even as I started to grind against the pole. The cool metal ran against my skin as I wrapped a leg around the pole and let it spin me.
My body buzzed with an energy that first felt like the changes I had previously been subjected to. But then I realised it was something else entirely. I was getting horny. It wasn’t just the thrill of seeing my curves bounce, or the stunning woman watching my every move. There was something thrilling about putting this new body of mine on show. I felt desired and that was slowly influencing my movements.
I started to run my hands across my body as I continued to dance. She gave a knowing smile and threw some dollar bills in my direction. “You’d make a killing working here!”
“That’s definitely *not* on the table!” I replied, unhooking my bra and throwing it to her playfully. I went to pick up the money, before realising I had been moving on my own accord for the last few minutes. How long had I been dancing for?
“So you don’t want to be a stripper… But you seem to love your new body!”
My nipples were hard and my panties were soaked. What the hell had gotten into me? I could have stopped dancing two songs ago, yet it was only now that I realised. It had to be some sort of trick.
“It wasn’t a trick, dear. You just enjoyed it more than you thought you would.” She smiled, holding another stack of dollar bills. “Are you sure you don’t want to work here?”
I shot her an angry look, standing up and retrieving my bra. It was surprisingly easy to put back on. “If I’m going to be stuck as a woman, I want to be more than just a stripper!”
She glared for a moment, before a mischievous smirk took over. “Why didn’t you say so, dear?”
There was another wave of vertigo and I squealed as it felt like I was falling backwards, unable to rely on a stripper pole to keep my balance. My hands reached out uselessly. My large breasts felt weightless. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the weightlessness stopped and I was standing back in the normal room. My boobs bounced from the sudden jolt of movement.
“You could have warned me before you pulled me away like that!” I protested, looking up to see a man sitting in front of me in place of the Witch. Not just any man... Brad Jacobs, the new CEO of my old company.
“I’m sorry, Diamond, but I couldn’t wait to have you all to myself.” Mr Jacobs replied, eyeing my body up hungrily. “If I hadn’t pulled you off the stage when I did, you’d have been snatched up by some asshole you doesn't deserve you!"
A hand rested on the small of my back, gently pushing me closer to him. “You’re the favourite around here, Diamond! Isn’t that great?” I glared at the witch once again, unamused by whatever new game she had planned for me. But when I went to speak, she placed a finger against my lips. “No need for words now, my dear. Your guest has paid for the full service, so we’d better get started…”
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