Chapter 13 by Dark_Ness

What is your job?

Stripper

"You turned me into a fucking stripper?" you ask, getting off the bed and collecting your clothes.

"I wanted to see what would happen," Jake said. "What are you doing?"

"You were right, I need to get to work. I... I can't not go, you fucker!" you yell, pulling your clothes on. "Jesus, this is fucked. Give me the stickers so I can go."

"I hid them, and I'm having trouble remembering where they are..." he says. You groan, shaking your head.

"Fine! Whatever! We'll deal with this later, asshole." You march out of his room and house, then hurry down road to the bus stop. You catch it and head downtown, making it to the club just in time.

"You're cutting it close, Max!" the manager says.

"Sorry!" you say.

"Hurry and get ready. You'll be walking the floor for a half hour then hit the stage."

You nod, then head into the back. You get into your first outfit for the night, a schoolgirl outfit, and set about doing your makeup. Apparently all of that is considered part of the job, so you gained them by default. Once you're ready, you head out to the floor.