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“Here we go. This should do the trick,” she said, handing it to Jack. “Put this on.”
Jack hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking the wig and placing it on his head. It felt strange, the synthetic hair brushing against his face.
“Perfect,” Roxy said with a grin, adjusting the wig. “Now for the makeup. Sit down and let me work my magic.”
Jack sat down in front of the mirror, avoiding looking at his reflection. Roxy got to work, applying foundation, eyeliner, and lipstick with practiced ease. She seemed to enjoy herself, humming quitly along to the music playing in the background.
“You know,” she said as she applied a final coat of mascara, “you’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Normally, I wouldn’t waste my time helping out a swapper, but this is just too hilarious.”
Jack swallowed hard, glanced at his reflection, barely recognizing the face staring back at him. The makeup was heavy, his eyes lined with dark eyeliner and his lips painted a bright red. “Yeah, thanks, I guess,” he said, trying to force a grateful smile.
Roxy smirked. “Don’t mention it. But remember, this is a one-time thing. You’re on your own after this.”
Jack nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Got it,” he said quietly.
Roxy stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Not bad, not bad at all. What do you think, girls? Doesn’t she look great?"
Jack turned his gaze away from his reflection, not wanting to see himself any longer. He hated this, everything about it.
A chorus of affirmative answers came from the other strippers, who all seemed to be enjoying the situation.
One of the strippers walked closer, looking Jack's face. "Damn, you really did a good job, Roxy," she said. "If I didn't already know he used to be a guy, I'd swear that he was a real woman."
“Alright, now let’s find you something to wear,” she said, leading him to a row of lockers and opened one. “Here’s Alex’s locker, so what do we have here..." she rummaged around inside, pulling out a glittering silver bikini top and a matching thong. "Here we go," she said, holding up the skimpy outfit with a grin. "This is perfect for your debut, darling."
Jack's eyes widened in horror. "I have to wear that?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. 'Is she serious?' he thought, looking at the tiny pieces of fabric in Roxy's hands.
Roxy chuckled. "Of course, honey. You're Alex now, remember? And Alex wears what brings in the tips. Now, come on, strip down and put this on."
Jack hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Do I really have to?" he asked quietly, glancing around at the other strippers who were all watching with amused expressions.
Roxy rolled her eyes. "Yes, you do. Now, come on, chop chop."
With a resigned sigh, Jack began to strip out of the yoga pants and tank top he was wearing. He felt the cool air against his bare skin and shivered slightly, feeling more exposed than he ever had in his life. 'God, this is so embarrassing.' he thought, his cheeks burning as the other strippers watched him with interest.
"Don't be shy," Roxy said with a wink, handing him the bra. "Here, put this on first. It'll make you feel a bit more... secure." Girls giggled when they saw how Jack fumbled with the straps of silver glittery material.
The cups pushed up his new breasts, creating a deep, plunging cleavage that he couldn't help but stare at in the mirror. 'This is so wrong,' he thought, taking a thong from Roxy and hesitantly putting it on. It was a tight fit, the string digging into his skin, making him wince.
Roxy stood back and admired him. "Not bad, not bad at all," she said, nodding in approval. "Now, for the finishing touch." She reached into the locker again and pulled out a pair of thigh-high purple latex boots.
"You're kidding," Jack said, staring at the boots. "I have to wear those, too?"
Roxy smirked. "Yes, honey. These boots are iconic. Alex wouldn't be Alex without them. Now, sit down and I'll help you put them on."
Jack reluctantly sat down on the bench, his breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Roxy knelt in front of him and slid the boots up his legs, the latex clinging tightly to his skin. "There," she said, zipping them up. "Now, stand up and take a look at yourself."
Jack stood up slowly, feeling the added height from the stiletto heels. He wobbled slightly, grabbing onto the edge of the locker for support. As he turned to look in the mirror, he barely recognized himself. The purple wig framed his face perfectly, the makeup made his eyes pop, and the glitter on his cheeks sparkled under the dressing room lights.
Roxy grinned and clapped her hands. "Perfect! You look absolutely fabulous, darling! The guys are gonna love you out there."
Jack swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step forward, still unsteady on his new heels. 'I look like a prostitute,' he thought, his heart sinking. With difficulty he hobbled to the nearest chair and sat down on it.
'I can't believe this is happening,' he thought, looking down at his barely covered body. 'I can't believe I have to go out there like this.' he glanced around the room, his cheeks reddening, but this was not visible under the layers of makeup.
Roxy patted him on the back, sensing his hesitation. "Hey, don’t worry, Alex. You’ll do great. Just remember to smile, shake what you’ve got, and keep your head held high. Now, go out there and make some money!"