Martini Cocktail

Judith stared at the stripper on the stage. The girls sexy face was reminiscent of Martin’s but the rest of her was not. Large rounded breasts. A waist so narrow it looked almost unnatural. Curvaceous ass and long sexy legs. She wore some kind of cowgirl get up. Spurs, boots, tassels, a lasso, six shooters, cowboy hat, leather vest, glittery panties and bra... which she removed to display impressive breasts.

Judith stared at the sexy stripper and felt an unfamiliar tugging in her groin, her pants suddenly too tight. She frowned and looked down, eyes widening in shock. Shirt. Pants. No breasts. Pectorals. Pants bulging at her groin. “Oh... I’m getting an erection?!” Judith muttered, voice octaves lower than it should be. “Oh... no!” He swallowed. “How... I’m a dude!? What the hell!?”

Then he saw the girl looking out from behind the stage. What was a young girl doing here? And why was she waving at him with a big grin. The girl looked like... “Dominic?” Judith asked himself.