The five be Stripper

"The five of you will all become strippers." The secretary explained. Blinking in stunned shock, they're speechless as they're waved through the next door.

Dully, the five walk through, their eyes still darting back to the secretary. Desperately hoping that she'll smile, laugh, or in some way give away the 'joke'. Each of the guys had enjoyed the new government strip clubs. A way to present the most provocative and sexy bimbos, to the widest audience of frustrated men in this world, that was so deprived of them.

Yang pleaded, "Do we all have to be strippers? I mean, is this a new club... I... I could manage the girls."

Sadly, the secretary's lips were tight, as she curtly shook her head. Tears welled up in his eyes, as his mind raced. "I... I could do it, as a Manageress. I don't have to stay a man."

Her eyes narrowed, losing a touch of sympathy. "You'll dance... You'll all dance." she told him.

Softening, she spoke to the whole group. "Though the feature dancer will receive some extra privileges, for drawing more customers in."

As the last of the five friends crossed the threshold, the secretary took a small step backwards. Rapidly a barrier descended, cutting her off from the friends. A certain chill in the air between Yang and his friends. Whirling around, they spotted how bare the room was. No other doors, and no windows, it was sealed, and impossible to escape.

The nozzles in the ceiling would release the nantites that would transform them for their new work. This was their final destination as guys. Once that door re-opened, they'd emerge as the curvaceous strippers, destined to entertain the reduced male population as a reward.

Thomas felt a shudder run down his spine, as he realised another purpose to their work. A warning to obedience, and the potential future trouble-makers could face!