Search for the stripper

You meekly stepped inside the strip club, checking your surroundings. Usually this kind of place wouldn't be so intimidating to you. Not at all. You and Max ofted spent away your wages in these sorts of establishments, much to your girlfriend's protests, and while you frequented a different club closer to home, you actually have been here before.

But this was different. You never had the experience of being a woman at a strip club, and the feeling of all the costumers' predatory eyes eating up your body was highly uncomftrable, to say the least.

You pushed your hands deep into your hoodie's pockets, covering yourself with the hood to make yourself as little seen as possible. You just had to find that woman, get out of here and find some answers.

You saw some stripper giving some fat cat a lap dance, and tried to approach her, but she hissed you away. You felt even meeker as you headed off, your blue eyes scouring the area and searching that mysterious seller. And there she was.

You looked up to find the old looking dark hair woman, humping and spinning on the pole in the middle of the room. She was dressed in nothing but a red leotard, her nipples covered by black ex tapes. You watched in awe, enjoying the show, forgetting for a moment you were yourself a woman now. But you reached to your pants to rub your dick, and was then reminded of your new body.

You sighed deeply, taking a sit and waiting for her to finish. Some 20 minutes later, the song ended and the woman walked down from the stage, starting to make her way between the costumers and offering a lap dance. Now was your chance.

You sprang up from your chair, heading towards the woman, talking in a whisper.

"H-hey. It's me. I bought the suit from you, remember?" You said, trying to grab her attention.

"What?" She replied in her raspy voice. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know! I bought... this, this woman suit." You motioned at your body. "I... I need your help. My friend... I fucked up, now my friend is with the cops, and-"

"Listen, bitch," she replied coldly with a whisper of her own, flashing a quick smile and a wink at one of the men before turning back to you. "I have work to do. Scram or I'll call security."

"Listen, you have to help me!" You begged. "I-"

"Andrea! I'm so glad to see you! Have you thought about my offer?"

You felt a hand wrapping around your shoulder and looked up in surprise, to find a large, fat bearded man with skin as pink as a pig. He smiled at you a smile of yellow teeth. "I'm sorry Karma, you can get back to work. I'll deal with her."

'Karma' rolled her eyes before walking away, rubbing herself on one of the men in the booth next to her who was happy to pay for a dance. You were about to protest, when the man spoke again, this time in a whisper.

"Keep cool. Let's talk in the back room."

He held his arm around you, leading you behind the stage. You looked up at him in surprise. Was this the seller? Why was he a man now? Well, that should be obvious. 'Karma' is probably one of his suits he was wearing before. Maybe this body is also a skin? Wait, does that mean that someone else is wearing 'Karma' right now?

The pimp lead you towards his office, a dark cold room in the back of the club. He sat down on his large leather chair, motioning you to sit on the plastic chair in front of him.

"So, you're up to buying another suit? I take you enjoyed this one eh?" He chuckled with a large, booming laugh. You blushed a little.

"No... listen, my friend and I... we bought these skinsuits as a cover for a robbery, but... he go caught, and I fled. Now I don't know what to do..."

You paused, taking in a deep breath. You never felt so helpess.

"I... My friend isn’t gonna survive in prison. He's gonna break, and tell them about the skins. I am not safe either way, he'll probably tell them my real identity too. I'm lost, and I'm sorry you got broiled into this. But I need your help."

You paused, taking in a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You figured he would lash out on you for revealing his identity, maybe attack you even, but instead he burst into laughter.

You looked at him in shock, uttetly lost as the man rocked back and forth in his chair in enjoyment. After a long moment, he subsided. "Aren't you mad?" You asked meekly.

"Are you kidding me? This is great!" He exclaimed. "That's exactly what I wanted!"

You looked at him in confusion. "I don't understand..."

A huge smile was posted along his piggish face. "Listen... this may seem crazy, but I'm actually a rogue agent of an organization which employs these suits." He explained. "I ran away a few years ago, at first hiding. But when I found a place I was comfortable with, I decided to take **** against them."

You were confused, but intrigued, listening with utmost concentration.

"This organization... it acts in the shadows. Their goal is to make themselves unknown and puppeteer the world in their favor. So to counter them, I figured the best way would be to make the whole world know about them. I can't just tell people, otherwise they'll find me and kill me. So I figured if I sell people their suits, causing as much chaos as possible and spreading the word of their technology, I could damage their operation without making myself known."

You looked at him in disbelief. This all sounded crazy. But to be fair, here you were, transformed into a woman thanks to one of his suits.

"So you hide as strippers?" You asked.

"Oh no, this is just where I make the suits. The people who spend time in these places are lowlifes and **** addicts. People nobody would care for of they were gone. I lure people in here, then make them into suits."

Your eyes widened. "So these suits... they are real people?" You said. You felt sick to your stomach. You were wearing a real woman? You thought this was just some elaborate disguise!

"H...how?"

"Oh, with the help of this baby." He exclaimed proudly, reaching to his back pocket. After some fiddling, he pulled out what looked like a black fountain pen.

"This nifty device, with the press of a button, can turn anyone into a wearable disguise. The woman you're wearing, her name is Andrea. She showed here last week asking for work. I employed her, just with... a different line of work than she had in mind."

He chuckled loudly again. You felt your stomach turning, but you didnt want to upset him, so you didn't make a comment.

"Your friend was wearing a frequentor of this place. A bit sad to know I won't be seeing him again, he gave me a good buck." He added with a smile.

You paused, staring at him with sick eyes. You chose your words carefully, this man seemed like a lunatic.

"Why tell me about all of this?"

He chuckled. "Well, as much as I love causing chaos myself, I am but one man. I've been meaning to employ someone for my cause for some time now, and since you came to me, I figured you'd be a good candidate. Besides, how can I say no to such a pretty face?"

You opted to ignore his comment, and kept with your questioning. "And what if I don't want to join you?"

"Suit yourself. I'm not gonna **** you into anything. In fact, If you so desire, I am willing to help you hide as Andrea."

He reached again into his back pocket again, pulling out another pen. It looked slightly different in shape, and was brown. "This one allows you to access the memories and personality of your worn skin. If you don't want to help me, I'll simply zap you with, and you coukd live out Andrea's life without worry. But if you do choose to help me, I promise you, I'll reward you for it. Perhaps we could even rescure your friend."

He paused. Leaning forward and joining his hands. You could smell the stench of his breath rubbing against you.

"So what say you? Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours?"