When Misha came to the United States he had dreams and aspirations, but they were all soon crushed when he found out how that the American dream is usually destined to remain just a dream for many immigrants. With his low education and also the language barrier to deal with, all he could rely on to make a living was his body, and being a big and buff guy, he settled for a position as a bouncer in a dingy strip club downtown.
He
did not mind that all that much. Even though he hoped for something better for
himself, the pay was good enough, the clients for the most part did not make
much trouble, and he could always ogle up all the beautiful girls working
there. Life wasn’t really getting any better, but it wasn’t getting any worse
either at least, and one way or another he was getting by. However things were
about to change drastically, and his life was about to be flipped upside down.
He
was in the back alley taking a break to smoke a cigarette, when suddenly the
environment became blurry, and when that strange sensation stopped he started
to feel even weirder. Everything around him seemed bigger, or rather it was him
who felt smaller and frailer, and he felt a lot colder too, like he was naked.
He realized that his trench coat had changed into a fur coat, and as he opened
it and checked out his body under it, he discovered that he was in fact almost
naked. He was dressed in nothing but a skimpy bra and a thong, but most
unsettling of all was the fact that he now had a pair of round and firm breasts
filling out the bra nicely, while his crotch was flat and in place of his dick
all he could feel was just an unsettling void.
He
shrieked in terror, only to immediately silence as soon as he heard the high
pitched voice coming out of his mouth. He started to freak out and to fidget,
feeling his body with his small and dainty hands, sensing his soft and
sensitive skin and his newly acquired breathtaking curves. His scream got the
attention of people inside, and a girl soon went outside to ask if everything
was all right.
<<What
are you doing still here? Come on Maya, it’s almost your turn!>>
A
few moments later Misha was basically pushed on stage, and found himself alone
in front of a huge crowd of horny men cheering for him and yelling at him to get
started. It was apparent that somehow he had transformed into a stripper, and
now he should have done her number to entertain the clients and earn some
money. He wanted to get off the stage and run away, but somehow he mastered the
courage to start dancing around the pole and show off his curves much to the
audience’s enthusiasm, and weirdly enough as the music kept going he was
getting more and more into it, and soon was able to flawlessly perform
incredible dance moves. It was like it was some kind of second nature, like he
had been doing that for years, and soon enough to his relief his time on stage
was over and he could get backstage and catch his breath.
Surrounded
by dozens of stunning topless girls he had never seen before, and with strangers
telling him he did good, and even slapping his butt complicit, he could make no
sense of what was going on. It took him a while before he figured out what had
happened, and that somehow he was now in a reality where he was a woman, and everybody
around him was of the opposite gender. He was now an immigrant for eastern
Europe named Maya, even though her stage name was now Candy, and just like her
male self, when she had arrived in the States she had found no better way to
make a living than to use her body, becoming a stripper and earning money by
entertaining thirsty perverts.
She
hated her new job, and her new life. She hated to be treated like nothing more
than a piece of meat, and despised the men who would throw money at her when
she would take off her bra, so much so that she was almost disgusted to even
touch those money. She soon realized that for how humiliating her new life was,
stepping into that alternate reality was the best thing that could possibly
have happened to her, because she had finally snapped out of her apathy, and
she was now incentivized to get back on her feet and try to build a better life
for herself. She had not crossed the world only to be nothing more than some
kind of whore, and even though it took some time to get used to her new body,
she was determined to get her life back on track.
very good story n///n
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that she will bravely face her new life n///n
Kimkat here,
ReplyDeleteI love this cap.