There is a knock on the door

“Hey Crystal! You ready?” Dredd’s male voice echoes through the thin wood. You take a deep breath and nod to yourself. It’s showtime. You open the door, and Dredd’s eyes light up as he sees your new form. “Perfect. Just like I knew you would be.”

Breathe your inner voice tells you with an odd sense of de ja vu, the eyes of Dredd's crew - a gang of tall, muscular and very handsome black guys - fixated on you.

You stare at the stripper pole.

Dredd grabs your hand and leads you out onto the stage. The music starts, a thumping bass that vibrates through your new, smaller body. You can feel the heat of the spotlights on your skin and the eyes of the crew in the audience. Your heart races, and your stomach flips as you begin to dance, moving to the beat almost instinctively.

Your breasts jiggle and bounce with each step you take, the fabric of the bikini top stretching precariously over your new, massive mounds of flesh. The crowd goes wild, their cheers and whistles only spurring you on to move more sexually. The skimpy purple material barely covers your nipples, which are already hard and sensitive from the cold air of the room.

You feel a strange compulsion to entertain them, a desire to make them happy, to make them want you. It’s like the game’s programming has taken over your mind, making you crave their attention. You spin around the pole, your hands sliding up and down it with ease, your hips moving in a way that you never knew was possible. You feel so sexy, so powerful, and yet so ****. The music is loud, the lights are bright, and all you can think about is the need to strip for these men.

The first piece of clothing to come off is the tiny bikini top. You untie it with a dramatic flair, letting it fall to the floor, exposing your large, round breasts to the eager eyes of your three man audience of big muscular black men. They cheer and clap, and you blush, feeling the heat of your own arousal growing between your legs. Your nipples are like two tight little pebbles, begging to be played with.

You lean back against the pole, arching your back and pushing your breasts out towards them. You've never felt so... female. You begin to slide down the pole, your hands sliding down with you, until you're sitting on the edge of the stage, your legs spread just enough to give them a peek of what's to come.