Nowhere, fast.

You shake your head. This is all getting put of hand. Even if you say no and keep working here, you’re not sure if you can work in an atmosphere where becoming a whore will be an option always hanging over our head. You feel the gemstone around your neck get cold – it doesn't seem to approve much of your current state of mind regarding your new womanhood, but you have had enough of peddling out your body, hot and marketable as it is.

“I appreciate the offer, but I have to refuse, And while we’re at it, I think I bit off more than I can chew. I really enjoy the dancing and the attention, but I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of life sex work in the long run”

Some of the the girls snicker,

“I knew it”, you hear under one’s breath. Candy looks honestly sad - you now what she feels like, you liked her a lot. You had no idea how much you could like her beyond the physical attraction you felt for her when you were her regular guest as a man. You hug her, enjoy the warm pressure of her tits against your chest one last time before you get dressed and go home, leaving the stripping business behind you.