The Origin of Dusk Whore

Meet plain Jane Combs, no love, no pleasure, she fit her life like a glove.

Jane did what she did from day to day sticking to the same old routine. Her work as a PA, her pet cats whom she loved and fed, and phoning Dadum’s every Tuesday night...

Every year involved a new resolution for change but that never bore fruit. Then one September evening that all changed.

“Huhmmmnn” Jane sighed as she watched Moosis her ginger cat eat, she was again lost in thought of some kind of change in her life, then it happened, a pamphlet slid under her door.

Jane picked it up, then cautiously opened her door peering out; no one. She looked at the pamphlet. “The Dusk Whore Erotic Pleasuredome” she read.

Now Jane didn’t think herself as the type of gal that would be interested in this kind of thing, but it was something enticing, something daring, “Change” she said out loud.

An hour later she stood outside the ‘Pleasuredome’ looking at it sceptically. The purple neon light shon brightly with one single bouncer standing outside.

Jane walked over to him.

“Invitation miss?” he asked. “Sorry I don’t”...
“No you misunderstand Jane, I have your invitation” he said handing her a purple mask. “Put it on and go inside, believe me it is worth the experience.”

Jade put on the mask and the bouncer opened the door ushering her in.

As she walked in she felt a strange energy overcome her. As she walked into the club she felt her body change, it was like when she first developed in adolescence, but double time; her boobs grew bigger her thighs broadened slightly, and she could feel her pubic hair disappear, the rest of her curves also became more toned.

Completely in the club, the first thing she saw was her own reflection.
“Wow” Jane said looking at herself; she was hot, her pink shirt that was baggy now clung to her body, stretching over her perky round breasts, her nipples poking out, her blue baggy jeans, no longer baggy, hugging her long shapely legs and ass. Her brown hair shone with new vitality, her eyes a beautiful hazel shade, her lips were full; she was a perfect 10.

“Welcome to the place of unrealised potential, Jane Combs, a place that takes inner-beauty, and turns it inside-out. You are now more woman than you ever dreamed you could be”...

Jane squinted looking into the shadows trying to make out who was speaking...

...“You are by the twilight sky, dubbed Dusk whore.”