Yes

You turn to run, but the big man at the door is waiting for you. He grabs you by the neck, while your dance partner pokes something in your ribs. You jump at a mild electric shock.

"That's the low setting, sissy--don't make me try a higher one.

They led you to a dressing room, where a serious older woman is sitting.

No words are exchanged. You sit in a chair without a mirror as she goes to work. You can only guess what is happening to you by the makeup you see her holding and the feeling as she touches it to different parts of you face. You've been growing your hair a bit--it's not a luxurious length or anything, but she spends some time on it with brushes and some hairspray. Occasionally her hands seem to wander across your body in places that don't seem strictly relevant to a makeup job.

Finally she spins you to the mirror.

You almost jump in shock--the face looking back at you is unfamiliar. Crimson lips, pale blue eye shadow, seductively wavy hair. You look like a girl.

"Clothes!" She points to a nearby table.

The "outfit" is a white thong and nothing else.

You slip it on.

One of the shirtless men opens the door.

"It's time, Jennie!"

You wouldn't have been eager to argue with him dressed in your street clothes. Now, wearing only panties, you just blush, look down, and follow.

The crowd seems much bigger. You try not to look out at them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to our newest performers: Jennie!" the man in the silver blazer announces.

"Virgin! Virgin!" the crowd screams back.

The shirtless man who brought you out gives you just about the most evil smile you have ever seen. You find yourself pushed face-down onto an armless couch. Your panties are roughly pulled aside and you feel something cool and wet slide between the cheeks of your bottom.

The next moment you feel a combination of agony and ecstasy as something huge, warm and hard enters you...