All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: feminization, sissification, and other explicit content.

Charlie admired himself in the mirror after spending hours getting ready for tonight. It was moments after he’d placed the finishing touches on his heavy makeup. He was breathing fast and heavy as he made sure his curly, magenta wig was secured.

The incredibly long hair ran past his mostly exposed ass and weighed a ton. He felt it constantly pulling on his scalp…but it was worth all the pins and glue. Rubbing his hands along his body, he was happy with the amount of money he'd spent on these silicone hip pads, they matched his skin tone perfectly and looked so real! His now buxom body was squeezed into a red and black latex outfit made up of a pair of stockings, corset, barely-there bodice, and tight thong. He'd accessorized with matching red fingerless gloves and collar which did well at hiding the seams of his massive fake chest. Standing tall in 8-inch thigh-high boots, he felt so incredibly sexy!

Satisfied with his appearance after staring at himself for what felt like hours, he tore his gaze from the mirror and began strutting around his apartment. He made his way over to a device and began playing loud pop music on his surround sound system.

Charlie wiggled his hips to the beat and pretended like he was doing a show for an audience. He felt euphoric! This weekend was a long time coming, as his roommate was out of town for their bachelor's party. They weren't close enough to where Charlie was invited but he didn't care.

He'd originally needed a roommate before he’d finally landed a great paying job. The new salary allowed him to better indulge in his fetishes, such as tonight. But as such, he still had to deal with sharing a space with a super macho guy. This left little time and room for him to really get the most out of his outfits, confined to his room most weekends.

But now that his roommate was getting hitched, he would finally have the whole place to himself permanently in just a matter of weeks! But…knowing that he'd have the place to himself for the weekend though, he decided to get all dressed up as a sort of preamble to his future escapades. It was difficult waiting and what’s to stop him from having a special night in!

Continuing to pose seductively and mimic explicit gestures to an imaginary audience, he missed hearing his phone. It buzzed repeatedly in the background.

It was a few minutes into his trance-like routine when he heard some loud noises at the door. Turning around, his stomach dropped as his roommate and several guys burst through the door.

They were all cheering loudly and being incredibly rambunctious with one another. Charlie froze in place, unable to process what was happening. Why was his roommate here?!? Why were all of them here?!? How was he going to explain how he was dressed?!?

The boys all stopped in a dead silence at the same time, staring at Charlie, who was frozen in a delicate, doll-like pose. Then they all started hollering in joy!

"Look here boys!" called out his drunk roommate, the groom-to-be, "looks like the entertainment has arrived early. Now let's get this party started!"

"Damn, your bride went all out in getting us a sexy stripper! She must actually like you hahahaha!"

"Yeah, tol' you she'd take care of ush after the airline screwed us o'er. That's why I'm marrying her! She mush have told my roommate to get losh and led 'er in. Damn, those shots are geddin' to me. Al'righ let's goooo gurl!"

His roommate pulled a massive wad of bills from within his jeans and started flicking them at Charlie. The other groomsmen started pulling out more singles, chairs, drinks, and turned up the music on the speakers. Charlie realized that they were too drunk to realize it was him! They just thought he was a stripper hired to entertain them.

His feeling of relief was immediately wiped out by a wave of terror. Oh no. Now he needed to entertain them as a stripper!

Gulping, Charlie allowed himself to get into his earlier mindset. He danced as seductively as he could, shaking his fake hips and ass at his roommate and drunken compatriots. They loved it! As nervous as he was, he realized he might be able to pass himself off as…well definitely not Charlie.

He was soon showered in a deluge of singles and cheers, allowing for his sexy persona to let loose. They kept drinking and drinking, sloshing their words as the night went on. Although he was getting tired from dancing and the weight of his outfit, he knew he couldn't stop.

Using a falsetto voice he'd practiced, he egged the party on, getting them to take more and more shots. Some off his latex-encased body, others from between his silicone breasts, and yet others poured into mouths while he sat in their laps. It was humiliating…

While they got a bit handsy, Charlie maneuvered around the drunk men as best he could. He didn't want his cover blown and so the faster he got them all drunk and passed out, the sooner he could sneak into his room and get everything off. He could convince the hungover lot in the morning that the stripper had left and he found them all in this state.

This was all going according to plan...as he heard the door open and a loud, "Hellllllooo boysss! Becky is in the house and r-e-a-d-y to party! How 'bout I show you big boys a good time-"

Charlie was in the midst of gyrating on his roommate's lap when an actual stripper waltzed into their apartment. The woman dropped her cheerful look as soon as she saw her competition. "Ummm, ex-squeeze me?! This is my appointment. What the fuck are you doing on my turf, slut?!"

The men all oohhh’ed at the upcoming catfight, too drunk to process what she was saying.

"Uhh," stammered Charlie, getting up from his roommates bulging lap, "Heyyy girlfriend, they must have hired two of us...umm...maybe you can take the night off-"

Becky charged forward, stomping her heels as she backed Charlie up against a wall. "Uh-uh, no way in hell am I giving up a bachelor's gig. Look at how much they've thrown at you, you bimbo. You can't walk into my appointment and take what's supposed to be my rent this month-"

Becky paused in the middle of her tirade, the men in the background egging the two of them on. She got her face real close to Charlie. Her incredulous expression changed to a smirk. "Ohhh, you're not a stripper are you girly...no you're some sort of sissy."

She looked around the room, spotting his phone, and then peered through his slightly ajar door. Charlie gulped as he saw that she was putting two and two together. Taking his phone, she swiped through his messages, then she stomped over to his room and looked inside. She could see piles of clothes, makeup, and other signs of crossdressing strewn about the room. Slamming the door and walking back to him, she pushed him against the wall once again.

"Ok, I think I know what's going on. You thought you could get all slutty and enjoy yourself, but your bimbo brain missed those texts from the girl that hired me to strip for her soon-to-be husband. So, you got all hot and bothered by the idea of dancing for him that you went and took a job which wasn't yours. Now, there's two of us here and you have my tips. Here's what's going to happen, we're going to keep dancing and more because I want those tips. But at the end of the night, that money is all mine. In exchange, I don't tell these drunk boys about the sissy surprise hidden beneath these sexy little panties," she angrily whispered all this to Charlie, grabbing his crotch to the cheers of the men behind her. "Do we have a deal?"

Charlie nodded, eager to get this night over with. As she let him go, she flashed him a wrathful smile as she turned to the group. "All right boys, looks like you were booked for a two-for-one special courtesy of Miss Candy here! So be sure to keep those tips coming...because as part of the super special Bachelor's Bundle, Candy here is going to take some warm, hard tips from each of you. Just be sure to pay extra for that, to moi, as Candy just loooooovvvees using her mouth, isn't that right Candy?"

Becky turned around, grinning at "Candy", as the men obviously rallied from their drunken states. She strutted up to him, putting on a show for the boys as she pretended to feel her up.

"Well? Get to work Candy. I'm not leaving here without my rent money and you don't have a choice. Besides, I can't really up the ante otherwise, can I? These boys want more than just two lovely ladies giving them lap dances at this point. Plus, I like making you do all the work here."

She led Candy by the shoulders and pushed him into a kneeling position in front of his roommate. He stared down hungrily at her, pulling out a sheaf of hundreds, and handing them over to Becky. Candy gulped once again, knowing he was about to swallow a lot more in a few minutes...

A few hours later...Candy wiped away her mouth, staining some napkins with bright red lipstick and...other fluids. The living room looked a mess as the sound system continued to boom away. All of the bachelor's party and groom-to-be were passed out in various positions with their lower clothes in various positions as well.

He turned to look at Becky who was counting away the bank she had made off Candy tonight. The deeds had been done while she danced away in the background, cheering the boys on as they each took turns with Candy's mouth. He wasn't quite sure about how to feel about the whole thing, but he was relieved that it was finally over.

He stumbled to his heeled feet, grabbing a nearby shot glass to wash away the taste in his mouth. As he wiped his mouth again, he began tettering over to his room. That is, until he heard a tsk-ing sound from Becky.

"Now where does my little bimbo doll think she's going? Did you think you were done tonight? No no no girly. We still have the whole night ahead of us and I have several gigs lined up. I don't stoop myself to that level of service but with that eager mouth of yours, I'm sure I can make double or triple my usual earnings. Oh, and if you think you can say no...I took video of the whole thing...well things, that you did. Unless you want me sending this to the bride-to-be, you're going to help me rake in the cash tonight. So go re-do that lovely lipstick of yours and grab a purse, I'm sure you have several, grab the sluttiest one. Candy is going to be put to work!"

Charlie was dumbstruck. He was tired and sweaty, plus incredibly confused about everything he just did. But with the threat of blackmail, all he could do was totter into his bathroom, re-apply his makeup, grab a fuzzy bolero he owned, and walk out with Becky, afraid that Candy’s special evening was about to become so much, much worse.