Dale rejects - and runs away with Cindy!

"No, no I can't! This isn't me!"

Before Christian had a chance to reply, Dale stormed off, jumped up on the stage to Cindy. Cindy was surrounded by the audience now. There was no way to get her away. Unless Dale gave them something new to ogle at.

So he flashed them his gigantic tits!

Cindy gasped. Dale seized this opportunity to take her away. He grabbed her wrist and wrong her down from the stage, rammed through the crowd, with Cindy in tow.

"Dale! What's gotten into you?"

"I won't let them take you away from me! No more!"

Cindy didn't seem to mind, she was laughing while getting dragged along.

Dale only focused on finding an exit. Somewhere to leave. Something that would let him leave! All he saw was people and horny stares, lusty eyes, opportunistic hands. But no exit.

THERE! The neon glow from the exit sign was small and insignificant, like its been dimmed, but it was there. Dale kicked a patron in the nuts who had decided to get handsy, Cindy laughing even more at this, and Dale steered abruptly the two of them in the direction of the sign.

The closer he got, the more determined the other club guests seemed to get. One grabbed hold of Cindy, another grabbed Dale threateningly by the wrists. Others joined in capturing Cindy, pulling her away from Dale. But he wouldn't let them! It was a struggle, but Dale pulled as hard as he could, Cindy complaining over the pain of being pulled in opposite directions. With small steps, Dale dragged the two of them to the exit. And finally, Dale managed to pull himself and Cindy through the exit door. There was light on the other side, warming Dale's face. Before he slipped on something and fell face first down some steps outside.

"Uff, ow, that looks like it hurt. You okay, Dale?" Cindy twisted her face.

Dale felt pain in his face, but his new body proportions had taken most of the impact. He had landed in poodle of mud. Dale stood up to asses the damage, but started when he noticed his clothes was different. "What the!" Gone was his pink tight dress, replaced by cheap casual clothing.

Cindy jumped down to him and frowned at him. "When did you change? I liked the other outfit more"

Dale touched his dirty clothes. "I didn't change. Not intentionally. What happened?"

"Maybe we're changing again?" As on command, the pair heard and loud scratching sound and felt tremendous air waves behind them When they turned around to examine, the club was gone. Nothing but an empty field was there now. As if someone had erased the building, changed the scenery.

Dale pointed frightened at Cindy. "Something happening to your clothes, Cindy!"

Cindy smiled widely. "I told you we were changing again!"

Dale crossed his fingers. "Please let me become a man again, please!"