Riley Gendreau
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Earning Some Extra Cash (Exclusive July 2024)
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 02:33:41 +0000 UTCI’m currently in college trying to get my degree, which as many people know can be very expensive. I unfortunately didn’t get any scholarships or grants, so I was on the hook for the tuition costs, which is a little over twenty thousand a year for me.
That’s a lot of money, and yeah sure I had taken out loans for it, but I still needed to pay those loans, so like most students, I looked for a part-time job. I tried several jobs, like working at a fast food restaurant, a movie theater, and even as a trash collector.
Those jobs didn’t work out though, as they eventually required me to work longer shifts, or didn’t pay enough to actually cover my loans. So I kept searching. Eventually, I found an ad for a local strip club.
The ad didn’t say much about what the job required me to do, but it said it paid twenty bucks an hour along with the chance to earn tips. So I applied and was called in for an interview the same day. That was a bit surprising, but they clearly needed more employees.
So I went in, and the owner herself was the one to greet me. She took me into the back and the interview began. She already knew I had no experience, so she just asked me a few simple questions to make sure I knew how to handle certain problems.
Once she was satisfied with my responses, she offered me the job. She then said I could start right away and told me to follow her. I didn’t want to piss off my new boss, so I followed her without question.
We went into the back room, then down a set of stairs. There we ended up at what looked like a bunker door, one that was locked with not only a passcode but a retina scan. I started to get really worried about what I got myself into.
She opened the door and we went inside. There I saw several tables meant for laying on, along with some strange devices next to them. My new boss took me to a table and told me to get on it. She then hooked something up to my head.
I started to ask her what this was, as it seemed far from something that a strip club would normally have. She told me not to worry and it would soon make sense. She then turned to a panel next to her and hit a button.
I then blacked out. When I came to, I was inside some sort of pod, and it was moving. I felt myself go from laying flat to a standing position. Then the door to my pod opened, and on the other side was my boss.
She grabbed my hand and helped me out of the pod. She told me the first time I’d feel a bit groggy, but after this, it’ll get easier and will feel more natural. I was about to ask her what she was talking about, but then I saw my body lying across the room motionless.
I looked down, obviously concerned about how I was standing here with my boss while my body was somewhere else. That’s when I discovered I was now sporting a massive pair of breasts covered in a tight latex bra.
The shock of that caused me to jerk my hand away from my boss. I then lost my balance and fell to the ground, landing on my very plump butt. As pain shot through my backside, I looked at my feet, and there I saw eight-inch heels strapped to my feet, likely the reason I lost my balance.
My gaze then started to move up my legs, which were now long, smooth, and hairless. My thighs had gotten thicker while my hips had changed shape and gotten much wider. Then between those things was my crotch.
It was donning a pair of latex panties, likely the matching pair to the bra on my body. It was so tight, yet strangely comfortable and snug, but also made it obvious that I was no longer in the body of a man.
I had already met the breast currency attached to my chest, but when I looked at them again, I really got to see how big they were. I don’t know cup sizes very well, but they were big, like bigger than I’ve ever seen this close.
My neck felt a bit weird like something was wrapped around it. So I reached up to inspect it. It was merely a collar, one that matched the outfit I was wearing, if you can consider nearly no clothes an outfit that is.
As I messed with it, I noticed my hair. It was so long, and blonde. Strangely, that didn’t bother me. I’ve never had long hair, but I have to admit it felt really nice. As I sat there silently processing the situation, my boss reached her hand down to help me up.
I took her hand and let her help me get up and regain my balance. I then asked her what the hell he did to me. She then explained that she merely put my consciousness into another body, one that her customers would find very attractive.
That much was obvious, she put me in the body of a stripper, but I wanted to know why. She then said so I could do my job, which apparently meant that I got hired to be a stripper. I stopped and told her that I didn’t want to do that, and I wanted to change back now.
She told me that there was a cool down to the swapping, and I’d have to be in this body for a while before I could go back. She then said that I’d only be in this body, or perhaps a different one if I preferred while working.
After my shifts, I’d get my body back. She also told me that there was nothing to be ashamed of, as being in a different body meant I was completely anonymous. She then reminded me that the pay was quite good.
Her points were pretty good, and I needed the money. So it was at least worth trying out. So I followed my boss back upstairs, which was hard. I’ve never walked in heels before, never mind upstairs.
The club was closed, so for my first day, she wanted me to practice walking around, try using the pole, practice some dance moves, and overall adjust to my new body. It took me two hours alone to figure out how to walk in heels, but after that things started to get easier.
The boss then taught me how to, as humiliating as it is to say, shake my booty and caress my body. She showed me all the moves that really get guys going. She said it was the key to helping them empty their wallets.
After a bit of practice over a chair, she had me work the pole. I wasn’t super good at it, but she told me not to worry. If I decided to stay, I’d be able to practice while the club is closed until I’m good enough to use the pole.
After that was some simple serving practice, which I was pretty good at. I’d be better if not for these heels, but I still did pretty well, not spilling or dropping a thing. Once that finished up, I realized I’d been in this body for nearly seven hours.
I also realized the club would be opening soon. It was an embarrassing thought, to be seen as some busty blonde bimbo, but again, I needed money and so far it seemed worth the humiliation if it meant not having student debt.
So when the boss asked me if I wanted the job. I hesitated, but accepted. She was happy and handed me my schedule for the next two weeks, along with my pay for the day, which was about a hundred and twenty bucks.
That’s basically what I made in two weeks at the other jobs, and it didn’t even include the tips that the customers would be giving me. She then brought me downstairs and swapped me back into my body.
Thus began my part-time job as a stripper. Three days a week I’d go to the club, get into my female body, and work the club. I quickly became popular among the regulars and found myself earning more money than I knew what to do with it.
By my final year of college, I had completely paid off my student debt, including what I owed for the last year, and I was already saving up to buy my first house, which I’ll be looking at next month after I graduate.
Now I’m just wondering what to do after college. I could go on to find a job that utilized my degree which will likely be boring. I could also continue working part-time at the club for fun, and find an easy, less demanding job that I can land with my degree.
Or there is the final option. I could work full-time at the club. I’d make pretty good money and it’s always eventful there. Not to mention if I’m a full-time employee, I can use my female body outside of work, which sounds fun.
I have no idea which is the best option to choose. I say smiling to myself already knowing which I want. I pulled out my phone and texted my boss asking her if I could join full-time after I finished college. I waited a few minutes and got a reply, it was a winky face followed by I thought you’d never ask.
Comments
last_of_workers
You know, while reading this story, I couldn’t help but think that this story was partially inspired by the movie “Avatar”... Look, a guy, due to circumstances beyond his control, is forced to get a job at a specific job, where his consciousness is placed in a body specially created for the maximum possible effective performance of this work, after some time the guy decides to stay in this body forever... Of course, I generalized and removed some details, but in general I think that you will agree that in some ways these stories are similar... And since the film "Avatar" is considered practically the holy grail of cinema, I think that this story can also be considered one of the treasures of human culture
