Holsteinxxx TG Lair

"Hey gorgeous, would you like to have a great time?" I ask, trying to sound flirty. Six months in, I still hate having to sell myself for potential private dances. I still hate having to give private dances. Or stripping in general. Even having tits and a pussy is still a handful, since I've never wanted to be a broad. I guess I should thank the government for placing me in the special Witness Protection Program. They thought that making me a broad and placing me working as a stripper was the best way to protect me while keeping me in town. Who would think that mobster Jack Mondello is now a tiny, busty chick that gets naked for money? Nobody.  "What would you give me?" the guy says, as I gently caress his thigh.  I have leaned over him, showing in my rack. I can feel the sheer slutty dress tightening around my ass. I hate all these revealing outfits. The guy is bald, but strong and muscular. I guess he overcompensate the loss of hair with lots of gym. I used to...

Detective Connor Mahoney adjusted his clothes, put on his badge and was getting ready to go. His wife Brenda arrived in the room to say goodbye. He looked at her, trying to showcase more his badge. "What do you think, honey? Do I still look professional?" he asked in his now high-pitched voice.  "Well, I guess as professional as you can be with those jugs of yours...And maybe the make-up is a tad excessive, don't you think?" replied Brenda.  "Amy did it for me...She said it highlights my eyes," murmured Connor, feeling mortified at his wife talking about his chest or his make-up. "Well, you shouldn't ask your teenage daughter, but your adult wife for make-up tips. You know she was always too showy, no?" said Brenda.  "I guess...I didn't want to disturb you, I noticed you had a rough night and I decided to leave you rest. Plus, Amy is still so clingy about everything female that I thought it was good for her," said Connor. ...

Wendy giggled as the stripper sat on her lap. "I do get it now Rob, thanks for letting me understand what's so great about lapdance!" "It's Candy during my shift, as you bitch know very well" replied Rob pissed off. "I know very well, Candy was the name of the stripper I discovered you with before deciding to change you. Now shake a bit more those titties and you may get a bigger tip. And don't forget a lapdance also for your sister Gina here!" Wendy laughed.

Midway through the staircase to the private lapdance booths, I turn my head to see if my first customer ever is behind me. He is. He's staring at my ass with a lustful look. Sigh I wonder if he'd still have that look if he knew that I'm actually a guy named Jack and not a stripper named Nikki. Probably he wouldn't believe it. I still don't believe it myself. To address the crescent number of uneployment, the government has been forcing people with no college degree to attend a vocational guidance at the newfound Job Guidance Agency (JGA), with the aim to find the right job for everyone. I went and I discovered surprisingly that according to them I'm best suited as a female stripper. Me, the skinny, shy and dorky guy. Not only that, but I was stunned to discover that the JGA has some pretty advance tech stuff and they used it to change me into a busty girl and hired me at a strip club in town, the Jolly Strip Bar. Tonite I'm having my first ful...