You dream of something carnal and arousing

Feeling very tired after a long day at work and very confused about your new body, you end up stripping naked and going to bed. You’re really curious about what you look like now, and almost go into the bathroom to look at your naked body. But that would take energy you just plain don’t have. Instead, you collapse into your bed, the comforter feeling softer and more welcoming than you can ever remember it feeling before, and drift off to sleep.

You cannot remember what it was that you dreamed that night, not in detail. But...you’ve had flashes. You were satisfied, like a hungry man eating a dinner that sates him perfectly. You were aroused, like a teenager riding the disaster train of hormones that make you want to fuck all the time. You were filled, in a way you’ve never felt before and desperately want to recreate.

When you wake up the next morning, one hand is on your breasts, the other is in your pussy. You somehow started masturbating while sleeping, and it feels nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life. You really want to keep going, to see where it leads...but that job interview is in a few hours, according to your bedroom wall clock. So you reluctantly pull your hands away and head to the bathroom. Still, you do take a moment to smell the hand that had been stuffing your pussy, and while definitely new, the smell also feels...right. Like it’s something you always should have had.

Trying to push those thoughts away, you do your morning routine, your body almost on auto-pilot, when all of a sudden you realize you’re doing your own make-up. And that you own make-up. It’s just there, in your bathroom, and it feels like something you’ve always had, but you know that’s not true. Still, there’s no reason not to put it on, right? So you finish, looking at your finished self in admiration. You have to admit, you look good. If you were still a man, a woman this cute would definitely be on your radar.

You head back into your bedroom, curious what you’ll wear, when you see something is already laid out on your dresser. There’s a bra, panties, a professional skirt, and a blouse. You take a moment to be amazed at how powerful this magic app seems to be, then shrug and decide you might as well wear it all. After all, the ensemble does look like it would be cute on you.

That done, you drive over to Night Bliss, which isn’t open this early in the morning. As you pull up to it outside, you realize that it is, in fact, a strip club, and a lot of conflicting feelings flutter through you when you consider that. Heading up to knock on the front door, you quickly get a response, as the door opens and a man in his forties looks at you. He has the appearance of a high-school PE teacher, with short blond hair, wide shoulders, and a mix of powerful muscles and paunch from years not using them. He looks you up and down and asks, “You Jane Muldive?”

Confused as to where that name came from, you squeak a quick, “Yes, that is correct,” and follow him inside when he motions for you to do so. You look around at the interior, and are amazed. The series of stages, each with poles at the ends, the dark corners with poles of their own, surrounded by seats, and the bar on one end. You’ve never been to a strip club before, and your heart is beating faster just being here now.

He’s looking you over even more, you notice, and then he asks you, “You applied for the server position, right?” You nod your head, since that is what you filled all of that stuff out for. He rubs his chin, then says, “You know, you’re cute enough for more than that. Even without prior experience, if you wanted to try out for a dancing position, I’d be happy to watch you work.” You realize now what that other Task means. But why would you want to be a stripper? As if he can sense your thoughts, he adds, “It pays more, by the way. A lot more.” Your greed fights with your self-respect...what are you going to do?