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Jack sighed and glanced at the instructions in his hand again. He needed to catch the bus that would take him to Alex's place, where he'd be living and working for the next thirty days. He began to make his way to the bus stop, feeling the eyes of passersby on him, their confused or amused glances making his cheeks burn. He tried to walk confidently, but every step in the heels felt like a balancing act.
'Just get through today,' he thought, 'and maybe it'll get easier.' He doubted it would, though.
The bus arrived, and Jack climbed aboard, fumbling with the change in his purse. Driver watched as Jack's new, soft hands reached for the change. "It's some kind of prank or something, right?" the driver chuckled, looking down at the man's head peeking out from behind the girl's large tits.
Jack frowned. "None of your business! Here!" he snapped in hight pitched voice, slamming his coins into the machine.
The man’s eyes widened in surprise, his smile fading. ““Whoa, sorry, didn’t realize you were, you know, actually a lady,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Jack glared at the driver for a few seconds with confused expression on his face 'God damn it, this is going to be hard' he thought as he stepped awkwardly into the back of the bus, sitting next to the window, hoping no one would bother him.
But luck wasn’t on his side today. Jack noticed how people on the bus were whispering and looking at him and he doing his best to avoid drawing any more attention.
The bus ride felt like an eternity, with every bump and sway making Jack's breasts bounce, reminding him of the new additions to his body. And when finally were arriving, Jack hurried off, grateful to be away from the prying eyes. He followed the directions, making his way towards the club where Alex worked. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the entrance, the neon sign above the door flashing "The Velvet Room."
Taking a deep breath, Jack pushed the door open and stepped inside where big muscular bouncer immediately stopped him, staring down at him with a scowl.
“Uh, hi,” Jack said awkwardly, clearing his throat. “I’m… Jack… I mean, Alex, I guess. I’m supposed to start here today?”
His eyes widening slightly in disbelief “Well, you’re definitely not Alex,” he said with a smirk. “She again decided to rent out her body. You look like a guy! Are you a lesbian or what? Well, whatever, you’re gonna need a wig and a better disguise, kid. No one is gonna give you a tips like that. Hey, Roxy! Come help the new guy!”
Jack's face flushed with embarrassment. He felt his heart sink. 'Better not to say that I'm a guy' he thought while tall, curvy woman in a skimpy black outfit sauntered over, her lips curling into a grin as she eyed Jack. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” she said, laughing seductively. “A guy in Alex’s body? Didn’t think I’d see the day.”
"Guy?!" bouncer repeated in a huff. "Fuck, that's right! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude? Are you gay or something?"
"What? N-no!" Jack blurted, taken aback by the accusation. "It was just a mistake! The doctors didn't tell me that Alex was a chick!"
The bouncer laughed, letting Jack go ahead and slapping him on the ass, sending a jolt through his new, feminine body. "Don't touch me!" Jack snapped, but the man laughed again, shaking his head.
"Come on, dude," the bouncer said. "Sorry, Alex, I mean. You need to get used to this. You're a fucking stripper now, remember?"
Roxy grinned and grabbed Jack by the arm, pulling him away. "Don't worry, sweetie, we’ll make you look fabulous,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “First things first, we need to find you a wig.”
As they entered the dressing room, Jack was greeted by the sight of several strippers getting ready for their shifts. They all paused to stare at him, some giggling, others whispering to each other.
“New girl, huh?” one of them called out, a smirk on her lips.
The other girl responded dismissively, turning away. “More like new guy,” she corrected, causing a few of the girls to burst into laughter.
“Don’t worry, Marsha, he’s just here for a month. Let’s find him a wig.” Roxy replied, pulling Jack towards a mirror.
Jack's face was beet red and his heart was racing. "This is so embarrassing," he muttered, unable to look himself in the mirror. "Can I go home yet?" but Roxy already held a purple bob wig.