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“STRIP FOR ME!”
You are now in a club, with a nose ring, straight hair, a stripper outfit, and a stripper pole right behind you. Instinctively, you begin to dance, but it just feels so wrong.
“I-I’m not a s-stripper...” you say, fighting the urges of your new, horny body. “I don’t even k-know how to p-pole d-dance...”
The harder you try and resist, the harder it gets to try and push back on your new calling.
“I...don’t even like stripping for all those boys, hoping for a fuck afterwards,” you say more confidently, your old personality slipping away. “I...um...am a *giggle* great stripper...a-and dancer! Oh yeah...”