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Part 1: A Fitting Punishment

Holding a note that read ‘enter through the back’, Thomas approached the rear entrance of The Peeping Venus. Strip clubs weren’t his usual idea of a Friday night out. However he’d put off Jane’s request of visiting her at her new job as shift manager of the club. She’d invited him two consecutive months to come hang out, drink in the atmosphere, and enjoy free drinks. Maybe that’s why when he did finally she handed him this note and told it to hand it to the bouncer who answered the door.

“Or he’ll toss you in the dumpster,” Jane warned with a smirk.

Thomas didn’t want to test if she was being sarcastic.

For the chilly night Thomas had on a fleece jacket, jeans, boots, and a scarf Jane had made him once. Thomas himself was in his mid-twenties, average height, fair skinned, with short brown hair, a slight belly, and easy-going smile that well-matched his usual demeanor. Certainly a lot different than the rowdy group of dudes entering through the front.

Thomas gathered his courage to walk up to the back door of the strip club and knocked with his fist on the heavy steel. It was opened seconds later by a tall, wide, fridge of a man wearing a slick, all black suit. He dwarfed Thomas by over a foot.

“Can I help you?” the bouncer asked tersely as he peered down.

“I, uhhhh, have a… note?” Thomas said softly while holding up his ticket in.

The bouncer snatched the paper out of Thomas’s hand. Without looking at it he just crumpled it up and ate it. Leaving Thomas speechless.

“What note? All I see is a man wasting my time,” grimaced the bouncer. He cracked his knuckles and stepped to Thomas.

“W-Wait! You didn’t even read the-”

“I’ve seen enough to know a dumpster bound chump when I see one,” threatened the bouncer. Who bore down on Thomas with every intention to do what he said.

Thomas was understandably shitting his pants in fear. His life was in the process of flashing by as the bouncer’s hand rose. A recognizable curl of laughter from behind the bouncer saved Thomas at the same time it doomed his evening to incessant teasing. The bouncer all at once relaxed.

“Sorry, man. She insisted,” the bouncer apologized profusely as he tried to calm Thomas down.

Out from behind the bouncer sprung Thomas’s long friend and strip club shift manager Jane. She was a tall, lean brunette with blue eyes, a pretty face, full chest, and a smirk that Thomas knew so well. She had on a black pants suit with an open v-neck and collar. Jane continued laughing while the bouncer apologized and showed Thomas into the back of the strip club. Which put them near the walk-in fridges of the club’s busy kitchen.

“You’re a real jerk sometimes, you know that?” Thomas said to Jane, shaking his head.

“Aw, come on! It’s all in good fun. You weren’t in any real danger,” she assured as the two hugged.

“Easy for you to say,” argued Thomas.

“Consider it payback for taking so long to come visit. Come on, I got a booth reserved for my shift. You hungry?” Jane asked while showing Thomas into the busy, loud, and hot kitchen area.

The award-winning restaurant inside of the strip club was one reason the place was always busy and always making money. The chef there was top of the line, the menu fresh and seasonal, and catered to the higher end clientele. Their brunch was to die for.

“I could eat,” Thomas agreed as he smelled so many lovely aromas.

“Franco! Two bacon wrapped sirloins, medium-rare with that cranberry potato mash side I love like sex,” Jane ordered the sweaty, tattooed, and in-control head chef.

“Anything for you, Jane,” Franco grinned and got right to the order himself. While shouting at the line cooks in a mixture of languages.

“Love you, Franco. You can kick off an hour early if you want,” Jane told the chef, blowing him a kiss.

The kitchen was busy with cooks, busboys, cocktail waitresses in skimpy outfits, and the occasional stripper passing through or getting something to eat between routines. It was lively for a Friday night and was a lot for the uninitiated Thomas to take in for his first time at a strip club. Especially when getting what felt like special treatment being the friend of Jane.

They exited the kitchen near the end of the fully stocked and very busy bar. The music was thumping, there were lots of lights, stages, dancing poles, and of course tables. Every single one filled with the men of the town, at least two bachelor parties, and a lot of desperate dudes. Thomas felt out of place and even felt strange looking at the cocktail waitresses and the practically naked strippers on stage just feet from his head. Without even trying he saw his fill of tits, ass, pussy, and insane flexibility displays for one lifetime.

“What’ll you have to drink, Thomas?” Jane asked while pausing yet again at the end of the bar. Right next to the velvet stairs that curled upward to the VIP area above.

“Black Russian for me,” Thomas ordered. It was the first thing that popped into his head.

“I’ll have another of your special daiquiris, good sir,” Jane told the bartender. Making sure to tip him as she did. “Come on, Thomas. Let’s get up above the common rabble. Drinks and food will come to us,” boasted Jane who liked showing off how ingratiate she was with the staff. In only a few months’ time they all loved and respected her. Thomas knew her better than most though and as they got up to the quieter, more high class second level, Jane’s pretense dropped and she playfully punched Thomas in the arm. “Tell me you’re not impressed.”

“I’m definitely impressed, even if you’re a jerk for that back door stunt. But you're girlbossing very hard, Jane. Cheers to that.” Thomas complimented.

He followed her to a purple velvet horseshoe booth. It had room for ten so just the two of them had room to sprawl. Which Jane did in front of her closed work laptop and small bowl of nachos.

“Sure the hours suck but everything else about this job; the money, the benefits, the wacky people you meet, my amazing co-workers, I could go on; make it so worth it. This is my desk, Thomas. You’re jealous. I can feel it,” gloated Jane as she got comfortable.

“Maybe I’m a little jealous, yeah. The hours part is a real killer for me. You’re here until six in the morning and I like my sleep schedule too much for that,” Thomas chuckled. He sat straight up and was busy taking it all in. There were multiple songs playing loudly along with televisions showing several football games. The club was lit by red and purple lights but kept dim to maintain the mood. The myriad of aromas of sweat, perfume, and the kitchen downstairs added to the haze of smoke that lingered everywhere. His seat was comfortable and the space as quiet as it was likely to get out on the floor.

“It’s not for everyone but that’s just what makes the pay better,” Jane remarked.

Just then a busty, petite, blonde cocktail waitress wearing nothing more than a black and purple string bikini. Her tits were on the verge of popping out, which Thomas assumed was the point. “Your drinks,” the young woman smiled.

“Thanks, Cindi. How’s the ankle today?” Jane casually asked the waitress.

“Doing better. Doctor says I should be able to get back on the pole by the end of the month. Unless I beef it again,” Cindi joked.

“All the more reason to take it slow, Cindi. Tell Vanessa to cover the upstairs tonight. I don’t want you hurting yourself going up and down the stairs,” Jane instructed her employee gracefully.

“Will do, J. Thanks for looking out,” Cindi said with clear affection. When she left, Thomas couldn’t stop his eyes checking out her butt. Her thong and seven inch stilettos complimented the ass jiggle nicely.

“Try not to stare. You’ll embarrass me,” Jane said to Thomas, sipping her drink.

Thomas hid his blush behind his drink. “In my defense, the women here are paid to be stared at, right? I’m hardly the only one. And at least both of my hands are above the table,” he remarked with a smirk of his own.

“They’re customers. You’re my guest. So don’t make me look bad,” Jane explained.

“You know me, I won’t. I’ll tame my wandering eye,” he promised. “Must be nice though. Being able to make a living just being seen. Oh to be a pretty woman, huh?” mused Thomas.

Jane rolled her eyes and took a drink. “Oh don’t start that. They’re using what they were born with the same as anyone else to make money and get by. Plus a lot goes into looking good. Guys have a lot easier in just being able to roll out of bed, into yesterday’s clothes, and still be considered respectable. Then they get out here and have to deal with all manner of people with a smile. Have you met people lately? These performers and the rest of us are doing the good work to keep society together,” Jane exposed in defense of her co-workers and friends.

“Hey, I’m not knocking any of it. I only meant it would be a lot easier than most other day or night jobs. Guys definitely have it easy when it comes to getting ready,” Thomas defended and clarified. “You can take forever sometimes and that’s with you coming out with basically no makeup on and looking normal. Must take these girls ages by that measure. Do they do that on the clock or off?” he asked out of curiosity.

“On. It’s part of their job so that’s covered,” replied Jane. She slipped one foot out of her heel to lay on the cushion while wolfishly eyeing her friend. “Do you really say ‘basically no makeup on’? I’m not sure if you know this but even my ‘basically no makeup’ look has moisturizer, concealer, foundation, blush, eyeliner… You know, why do I bother? You’re a naive dolt sometimes, Thomas. Thankfully a harmless one.”

“Harmless?” Thomas questioned. He wasn’t sure if that was meant as an insult but it felt like it.

“I mean, you’re not an asshole,” she assured, finishing her drink. Then, as if to make her point, a loud group of men made their way from the bar downstairs up to the booth right beside them. Jane merely needed a brief glance at a distance to know everything she had to about the three dudes. Turning to Thomas, she slipped her shoe back on and got serious. “You know how to be civil, Thomas. Other dudes are basically animals,” Jane remarked under her breath.

Thomas saw the three drunk businessmen, all young men in their twenties, being herded into a booth by a dark haired cocktail waitress doing her best to smile through crude remarks and groping. All three had drinks in their hands and couldn’t keep their hands or thoughts to themselves.

“Animals in suits,” Thomas concurred. He felt embarrassed for his gender with how the men unabashedly harassed the poor woman. “If she doesn’t punch one of those jerks I would say give her a raise. I would have punched one in the face the second they touched me like that,” Thomas asserted while being sure to keep his voice down.

“Easy to say when you’re not a short, hundred-fifteen pound woman whose livelihood depends on making the customer happy,” Jane told Thomas calmly while looking down at her phone. With face lit by the screen, she texted someone furiously. “It’s someone else’s job to make sure the animals, in suits and not, behave themselves.”

“Yours?” asked Thomas.

“Ha! More like a job for Magnus,” Jane chuckled after setting her phone back down and relaxing.

“Magnus?”

A minute later, with the waitress still trying to get the men’s orders, a tall, blonde, clean shaven viking in a fitted black suit appeared to rescue the waitress. The music was too loud for Thomas to hear what the man he rightly assumed was Magnus told the three men. But it got all but one, the tallest and most handsy with the waitress, to quiet down. The third cowered and flashed a black credit card. Magnus stood firm and flashed the pistol under his jacket. That quieted the man and got them, for now, to behave.

There was a lull in the music where Thomas could hear the tail end the bouncer’s polite threat. “... and this is your only warning, gentlemen. Enjoy all the Venus has to offer without making any of the staff uncomfortable and you’ll go home happy. Have a round of drinks on the house and let Scarlett get your orders into the kitchen. Don’t make me have to come back here.”

After that Magnus walked off, the waitress took their orders, and through a round of whiskey shots the men were culled for the time being. Both the bouncer and waitress acknowledged Jane in passing while the men contained themselves to drunken chatter.

“The trick is to have a bigger dog in the fight. And I only hire the biggest dogs,” Jane revealed coolly while stirring the ice in her empty glass with a finger.

“Heh, Magnus really shut them up. Dudes like that really are the worst,” Thomas readily agreed. “They did still get a free round of drinks. And didn’t get punched.”

“Free drinks shut anyone up. And if they mess up again, they’ll get dragged out in front of everyone and tossed,” Jane explained. Adding offhandedly, “Unless she’s here tonight.”

When Jane wasn’t forthcoming, Thomas had to ask, “Unless who’s here?”

Jane was careful to check around her before divulging more. “A silent partner in the club that likes to visit unannounced from time to time. She keeps a low profile, sometimes disguises herself or pays off the door guys to forget she was there. Makes sure things are going smoothly and sometimes likes to involve herself with unruly customers. She can lay a man low without getting up from her seat. And has seen a few nasty former patrons learning a valuable lesson for messing around in her club. Jokers like them wouldn’t get a warning from her. Wouldn’t even see her coming.”

As Thomas listened he wasn’t sure if Jane was messing with him. “This a real person or…?”

“She’s real, trust me. Quite the nice woman actually. Former stripper. Honestly I think she visits because she misses the ambiance,” remarked Jane. “If she stops by tonight, be on your best behavior. Seriously,” she warned sharply.

“Got it. If I see a woman I don’t know then I’ll be extra nice to her,” Thomas said with sarcasm and a grin.

“Smartass. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jane told Thomas as she flagged down a waitress for more drinks. “So how about you? How’s your week been?”

“My week? Nothing too special,” Thomas began without much enthusiasm. Going to regale Jane with the details of what had been another monotonous week for him.

Meanwhile in the next booth the three assholes in suits, Brent, Will, and Levi, had all but forgotten about their warning from Magnus. All three had received promotions to full vice-executives in a large company their dads all sat on the board of and weren’t going to let anything ruin their night. Having already visited and been kicked out three bars and two clubs, they’d come to the outskirts of the city to a strip club they heard about. They were enjoying the eye candy, some nose candy, and having been turned down by every woman they met that night, were horny as all hell.

The most handsy and the one touting how he’d fuck every girl in the club was Brent. He was six feet tall, light skinned, blue eyed, and twenty-six years old like the others. With styled short brown hair, stubble beard, and the body of a former college athlete that hadn’t seen the inside of a gym in years. His sleazy gaze bounced from one woman to another accompanied with a fitting boast.

“Women like her were made for taking dick,” and “She wants me to bend her on one of these tables. I can tell,” being just a small sample of what Brent was saying that evening. He’d grabbed waitress Scarlett’s ass enough times to leave a handprint that you could see his engagement ring in.

The one who tried standing firm to Magnus was Will, the scrawniest of the bunch. Paying for a good tailor hid the pale skinned, skinny-fat, short frame of someone whose every expense for his whole life was paid by his parents. He had a tangle of dark hair, brown eyes, trendy metal frame glasses, a weak chin, and stained teeth. Will liked to imagine he was important, instead of important by association like he really was.

Will was no better than Brent when it came to attitude. “See the two bulges in my pants? One’s my wallet, guess what the other is?” was a patented Will pick up line. Which would inevitably lead to rejection and grumbling like, “I’ve been to much nicer, much classier places than this. In Europe,” and “All these bitches are back alley trash anyhow.” Lots of bluster to hide the fact he was a virgin who couldn’t unclip a bra.

Lastly of the three and least composed was Levi. Aside from asking every woman to flash their tits at him he was several drinks deeper into things than his friends. He was as tall as Brent but with a gut, balding that he was struggling to hide, green eyes, tan skin, pudgy cheeks, and little inhibition control. Quite the change from his normally cowardly, soft spokenness.

“Can we get a waitress with some bigger tits? This chick and the other one ain’t stackin’ up to my standards,” Levi snorted as Scarlett, with her natural DD’s, refreshed their beers silently.

“You’re just jealous her tits aren’t bigger than yours,” Brent laughed at Will while stroking the waitress’s thigh. “I think your tits look great, baby. You’re doing a great job,” he said, spanking her when she was collecting their empty shot glasses. “Whoops! Guess not!”

The men laughed and toasted their drinks to give room for Scarlett to clean up.

Scarlett kept her grin and allure even as she wiped down the table to their jeering. She even giggled, adding “I’m such a klutz! Silly me.”

“It’s okay, sugar. Just don’t expect a tip,” Will told her proudly.

“Unless it’s my tip!” said Brent.

That led to more laughter until waitress Vanessa walked by delivering main courses to the woman and man sitting next to them; Thomas and Jane.

“Hey! What’s the big idea? We ordered before they did and they’re getting served first? That’s bullshit!” Levi immediately claimed erroneously.

“Why does service suck so bad in this joint?” huffed Will. This while unable to even remember what he ordered to eat.

“The hell if I know. I’m really tempted to take my business, and my wallet, elsewhere,” threatened Levi without a thought. Even grabbing his coat like he was going to leave.

“We put our orders in before you sat down, boys. Chill out. Maybe even apologize to the girls for being mistaken,” suggested Jane in an even handed tone. Who to the men was just another patron. Albeit a mostly sober female one.

“US? Apologize? To some fake titted bimbos? Hell no!” Brent scoffed. “More likely they just mixed up the orders. Guess that’s what you get when you hire staff based on cup and waist size,” he mocked to Jane's face from across their respective booths.

“Just drop it, dude. It ain’t worth it. I’m sure they’ll hurry the order to make their customers happy,” Will loudly stated passive aggressively.

“Like, super fucking hurry. I’m starving,” complained Levi as he stifled a beer burp.

“Don’t worry, boys. Your tickets should be ready soon and I’ll be up with your three surf’n’terfs before two shakes and a moan,” Scarlett artfully diffused the tension and put attention back on her. Vanessa, a short, half-Japanese, half-Filipina assisted by sliding up behind Scarlett and running her hands over her co-worker wantonly.

“Hey big boys. Pretty sure I saw your beef sizzling on the grill. They looked really juicy too. Speaking of juice…” Vanessa spun Scarlett around and spanked her ass.

Scarlett moaned and giggled and played it up. With Vanessa inviting them to join in on the spanking, the men promptly forgot what they were mad about. Further offering her own ass and getting Levi to pay them $500 to take their tops off each.

“Now that’s how you work a table like that. So proud of my girls,” Jane said to Thomas as she unfolded her silverware.

Finishing his drink, Thomas shook his head. “A few smiles, some spanking, and those clowns are eating out of their palms. Women just have it easi-”

“Don’t say it,” Jane cut him off while pointing at Thomas with the tip of her steak knife.

Thomas grinned at having gotten under Jane’s skin a little. “What? I was just trying to praise their… skills. I definitely wouldn’t have ever thought of that.”

“And that’s why no one is tipping you half a grand for your company,” smirked Jane.

“God I wish. I could pay off all my debts in a couple months at that rate,” Thomas reflected as he looked at the two women milking the drunk assholes. “But I did get you to pay for drinks and dinner tonight, so my company isn’t totally free. Speaking of drinks, would it be rude to poke our waitress to refill my drink?” he asked Jane discreetly.

“It would be. Let her work since you’re not paying for anything anyway,” Jane advised as she got ready to eat.

“Then how do I refill my drink?”

“By getting up, going down to the bar, and ordering one like every other peon. They know you’re with me so they won’t charge but don’t forget to tip a little,” she reminded.

“Darn it, I’m hungry. Fine, I’ll be right back. Since I’m getting up, where’s the bathroom?” Thomas asked as he begrudgingly stood.

Jane’s mouth was full so Vanessa spoke up. “Once you go down the stairs, look right and you can’t miss it, honey,” she relayed calmly while she and Scarlett were bent over as the men took pictures.

“Oh, uhh, thank you,” a flush cheeked Thomas said to her as he passed by.

“Of course, sweetie,” Vanessa said sweetly.

Thomas left the booths and headed downstairs with a healthy buzz going. He followed the directions right to an exceptionally clean, high class bathroom complete with discerning attendant. There were also flat screen televisions showing either one of the four main stages or a channel turned to sports. While he stood at the urinal, Thomas’s mind thought of how much the girls like theirs made for doing. As well as what he should order from the bar that would go with his sirloin.

After finishing up in the bathroom Thomas headed up to the bar. He approached next to what turned out to be Scarlett and Vanessa unloading about the terrible trio. Thomas could hardly blame them.

“What can I get you?” the platinum blonde bartender asked Thomas while pouring beers. She had a bikini top, assless chaps, glitter and stickers covered her butt and tits, and pink cat ears. Thomas had to work to maintain eye contact.

“I was hoping you could help with that! I ordered the bacon wrapped sirloin, and I’m between ordering a whiskey or maybe pinot noir?” Thomas asked loudly so she could hear him over the music.

“Personally? I’d go with the lager on tap that I’m pouring out right now for some rowdy boys upstairs. Pairs really well. Plus our pinot here sucks,” laughed the bartender admitted with a candid smile.

“The bartender always knows best. Especially when they look the best too,” Thomas complimented as he took out his wallet.

“Thanks, sugar!” You’re too kind!” she giggled and bounced. Just as Thomas was hoping she would. Took some self-control for him to remember what he was doing.

“If those other drinks are for those jerkoff dudes in the booth, I’m actually in the one next to it. I’m with Jane,” Thomas remembered to mention.

“A friend of Jane’s, huh? Guess that means it’s on the house?” the bartender asked with a pang of disappointment. Her fear of getting no tip was soothed quickly by Thomas tipping her the double the full price of the beer. “I have to fill up those jerkoffs’ beers and a pitcher first. After that I’ll top off one of our free refill stein glasses for Scarlett to bring up when she does the others. That way you don’t have to let that steak get cold upstairs,” she said gratefully while slipping the cash under the counter.

“Thanks so much again. I never caught your name by the way,” Thomas respectfully asked.

“Amy Lee, sugar,” she introduced. Even extending her free hand towards him for a brief handshake.

“I’m Thomas. A pleasure. Thanks again for the advice. If you spit in those jerks’ beer, I won’t tell a soul!” he joked with her. Not that he’d be upset if she took it as advice.

“Ew! I could lose my job over that,” Amy Lee told him, shaking her head. “If any bad ju ju befalls their drinks it won’t be my doing. I just fill the glasses and put ’em on the tray. Yours included. Shouldn’t be more than another-” The bartender glanced over at where Scarlet, Jade, and now Magnus were all relaying information about the men upstairs to a hooded woman at the bar. With the same bloody mary in front of her as Thomas saw in passing before. “Five minutes tops. I’ll make sure of it, Thomas. Head back up before your meal gets cold and, if I know Jane, eaten,” she said with a knowing wink.

“Thanks again for the drinks. Not all us guys are assholes, ya know,” Thomas remarked as he headed back up the stairs.

He didn’t catch Amy Lee rolling her eyes at the comment she’d heard a million times before from so many ‘not all men’ types. She went back to pouring the rest of the glasses and did the same with stein before finishing with the pitcher.

Noticing that her order was soon to be up, Scarlett made her final plea. “... and you heard what everyone has been saying. Lastasha over the Sphinx said they were thrown out not even an hour ago but trying to grab one of the girls on stage. I know better than anyone when someone needs your Fitting curse to turn their life around. So please, as a favor to-”

The hooded woman touched Scarlett’s shoulder. “I’ll see to it. Are those their drinks?” the woman asked in a low whisper.

Under the hood the woman wore large designer sunglasses and covered most of her face with her hand just to hold the cigarette she was smoking. A few stray long, dark bangs hung out from under the hoodie and there was enough skin to know she was pale, with a supermodel frame. Artfully hidden under a gray hoodie, jeans, thin driving gloves, and knee high boots she appeared a lonely drunk or off-shift worker enjoying some company. As the club’s secret partner with a large, silent investment, to those who did know her they paid the utmost respect. Not just for her business savvy either. Her way of dealing with the three assholes harassing her girls was to give them a taste of her Fitting elixir.

“Yes, all the glasses on the tray here are for them. I’m just waiting for Amy Lee to fill up my pitcher and then I’m back up there,” Scarlett answered.

“Good. Why don’t you go talk to Vera and give her a head’s up,” advised the hooded woman.

Scarlett was beaming with excitement. “I’ll go tell her right now! I’ll be back in… long enough. You’re a godsend, Miss Faye,” she thanked heartily. As Scarlett was about to rush off, Amy Lee told her about Thomas’s separate Stein and then let her go. Meanwhile Vanessa and Magnus said their thanks to the hooded woman and then went back to work. The whispers of what was coming would spread around the club within the hour.

The hooded woman, known to the workers as Miss Faye, slid herself and her drink over a stool. Amy Lee was setting the pitcher down in the middle of the tray and saw that twinkle in Faye’s eye that told her she needed to go down in the cellar to check the taps. “Did Scarlett-”

“Tell which drinks not to taint? Yes, Amy Lee, I know. Continue busying yourself with whatever,” Faye told the bartender.

Only when no one was there to watch did Faye slip out a small, coiled glass bottle with a drip spout. Inside the bottle was a dark red viscous liquid that drizzled out as Faye added doses to Brent, Will, and Levi’s beers. She avoided the pitcher but took notice of the stein. Figuring it belonged to the group, Faye added another dose of her Fitting syrup. The deed done, she spoke the words to activate her diabolical potion.

‘May those lacking empathy and ill-will in their soul,

Be fittingly changed in body and mind,

To toil, live, learn, and understand their role,

Grow through change or be forever confined.’

The syrup inside the four drinks lit up hot white as Fate finished. That light dispersed into the beer and was no more. No appearance, smell, or taste lingered from Faye’s concoction. With her work done, she slid back to her original chair along with her drink. Which she finally finished. She waved to the bartender to come back.

“Another one of these, Amy Lee,” Miss Faye ordered.

“Coming right up,” nodded the bartender.

Not longer after Scarlett appeared to take her tray. A wink from the bartender and Scarlett knew her tray was ready to go.

“About goddamn time! We’re thirsty men!” Levi groaned loudly when Scarlett arrived to deliver their drinks.

“Very thirsty men. This is a pretty easy job, baby. No reason to not give quality service when you’ve already seen some cash,” Brent, his hand sliding up and down the back of Scarlett’s legs as she served.

“Was just so busy at the bar, boys. I’m really sorry. I know you deserved these drinks so I had to hop the bar to pour them myself! So these lagers come with Scarlett’s personal touch,” Scarlett flirted with her words and body.

“Do girls even know how to pour beers? You sure this isn’t some girly beer or something?” Brent teased her.

“I promise this is a beer for men like you, gentlemen. And a pitcher for refills. Meals should be up in a couple minutes.” Scarlett was all smiles to the boys. Letting them tease, touch, and gawk at her if that’s what they wanted. They wouldn’t be her problem for much longer. “I’ll be back soon, gentlemen. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Will echoed.

“To Tits!” Levi cried out.

“To dumb sluts!” was Brent’s war cry.

They all tipped back their beers and chugged to compete for who could down it first. Brent was the easy winner, followed by Will, and lastly Levi. A belching contest followed in their booth while Scarlett gave Thomas his stein of lager.

“Sorry for the delay, sugar. Here’s your brewsky. Refills are free on that one,” Scarlett told Thomas. Unaware she’d just served him the same cursed trouble as the assholes.

“Perfecty, thank you, Scarlett. You’re a superstar,” Thomas said with a smile and a tip in his hand.

“You’re too kind, sugar.” Scarlett went to take the money but Thomas’s hand dodged so he could slide the rolled bills into the strap of her bra. “Oh, thanks.”

“My pleasure. Don’t let me keep you,” Thomas added before taking his first sip. He’d already started on his meal and was thirsty enough to chug a quarter. Smacking his lips at the perfect taste, Thomas gave the waitress a thumbs up. “Tell Amy Lee her suggestion about the lager was right on. I’m sure I’ll need it soon so don’t wander too far,” he advised her.

“Don’t worry. My plan was to hang out a bit anyway,” said Scarlett. She wanted to sit in with Jane but a tipsy Thomas’s leery eyes and wandering hands had put her off. So she wandered over to Magnus’s station to chat.

“She would have joined us if you hadn’t had to go and be weird,” Jane said once her employee was out of earshot.

“Weird? Is it about how I gave her the tip? That’s how much everyone else does it here. I’d say I was a lot more cordial about it than them. She’s used to that stuff,” Thomas excused while returning to his meal.

“Yeah, from random dudes. Not from a personal friend of mine who can execute some class. Or at least read the room,” Jane stressed with disappointment in her voice.

“I was reading the room! This is a strip club! Not like I was shoving my hand down her pants,” Thomas defended.

“I just expected better, Thomas. Now shut up and eat.” Jane ate rather than correcting her friend. She ignored the waiting message on her phone about Miss Faye serving up her curious form of justice.

The wheels of Faye’s magic had taken effect with all four men completely unaware. Two had triggered their Fitting curse already. Brent the main offender this time but it was poor Thomas that also had a transformation looming. Brought on by their collected offence towards the club’s female workers. This soon to trigger change for Thomas spared the immediacy Brent would deal with. Because he had drank less and had a more diluted version in his larger glass. His changes would complete in a few hours. While Brent’s clock was already ticking.

Scarlett came to the rowdy table with the trio’s large meal order. Vanessa was in tow with silverware and extra side.

“Fucking finally!” cheered Will when he saw the women coming with their food.

“It figures. Right when I gotta take a piss,” complained Brent. He perked up once the girls reached the table. His hand immediately wrapped around Scarlett’s right hip to stroke at her inner thigh.

Doing her best to serve while being drunkenly groped. “Okay, I have a well-done steak…” Scarlett innocently stated as she moved the plate.

“Well-done? I didn’t order that shit!” an angry Levi ground. He then spat on the steak.

“The fuck, dude?! That was mine,” Will was saying as it unfolded too fast for him to react.

“Sir, that-”

Levi broke out in an uproar by throwing the well-done steak at Scarlett. He missed by a mile. So he flipped the tray of steaks and lobster back onto the poor waitress’s face and top. She screamed and by accident bumped into Vanessa behind her, making her spill her tray over the both of them. The trays had barely hit the floor when Magnus was there.

“That’s it, you’re out gentlemen,” Magnus told all three.

“And they’re banned for life too,” Jane stated loud enough for everyone to hear.

None of them had any remorse for what had happened. Levi was cracking up and acting like he barely nudged Scarlett at all. While Will, also laughing, was reaching for his daddy’s credit card that wouldn’t do him any good. Brent was the only one of them who showed concern by reaching down for Scarlett. Just to take a few candid shots of her feet and the mess all over her for his own amusement. And as Magnus was reaching for him and Levi to drag them out by the collar, Brent grabbed a piece of steak to eat.

“What? Not my fault she’s clumsy!” Levi tried saying. It didn’t stop him being forcibly yanked out.

That got Brent to comply at least in getting up out of the booth.

“You try to wave that card at me, little man, and I’ll make you eat it,” Magus threatened Will. Effectively neutering the man. “All of you get out and never come back unless you’re looking for work!”

To applause from waitresses, customers, and strippers alike, Magnus escorted the three unruly men out of their booth and down the stairs. Levi and Will put up the most fight while Brent went along with it. Mostly so he could ask for a small concession.

“Mind if I use the bathroom before I go? I’m this close to pissing all over this nice dance floor of yours. Wouldn’t want another of your stupid, trashy dumb dumb hookers to fall tonight,” Brent gracelessly asked.

To his surprise, Magnus agreed. “Fine. Be quick about it. The attendant in the bathroom will have an eye on you while your boys wait for you in the alley. You start any shit in there, you’ll be waiting for your friends in the hospital.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know how to piss,” Brent said, waving the bouncer off. He tried to walk with a strut but the mixture of beer, overconfidence, and blooming magic in him turned it into a meander.

Once Magnus was sure Brent wasn’t making a run for it, he proceeded to drag Will and Levi out in front of the whole club to more cheering. Upstairs Jane and other waitresses were helping Scarlett and Vanessa. The odd man out and needing to piss himself, Thomas whispered to Jane that he was going to the little boys room. She nodded and kept her attention on her workers.

So Thomas headed back to the bathroom and reached it the same time a drunken Brent was shuffling in. Thomas wasn’t sure how Brent got to go to the bathroom but wasn’t about to say anything. Since all the urinals were occupied, he and Brent chose the only two open stalls that happened to be next to each other. A mysterious aching coming over both that was more than a full bladder.

Brent couldn’t get his pants down and dick out fast enough once inside the stall. He didn’t bother putting up the toilet seat or aiming so his stream was expectedly all over the place. Despite relieving himself Brent felt aches, cramping muscles, chafing under his skin, and twitching all over. His aim and balance wavering, Brent leaned forward with both hands on the tile wall for support. Soon it was all that was keeping up upright as he lost strength in his legs and lower back from weakening muscles and thinning bones.

“F-Fucking sh-shit,” Brent grunted to himself. Head spinning, eyes fluttering, heart palpitating, and a damp sweat had the man wondering if he drank too much or had food poisoning. As he emptied his bladder a twinge went up his cock that gave Brent an uncomfortable erection. The curse was going into full swing and the man’s problems were already multiplying.

In the stall next to him Thomas experienced a mild hot flash, dizziness, and stiffness in his joints. So sat down instead to relieve himself, helping at least with the dizziness. Thomas could hear Brent struggling in the stall next to him and figured rightly that drinking had gotten the better of the man. The walls between stalls were floor to ceiling and thin enough that Brent’s cursing and groaning were easy to hear. So were the bangs, thumping about, and other panicked sounds from what Thomas assumed was Brent throwing up.

“I’m glad I’m not on cleanup duty,” Thomas murmured to himself while finishing up.

As Thomas stood and his toilet flushed automatically the noises coming from Brent’s stall got weird. The low groans and grunts had become scratchy, higher pitched whimpers from a likely seated Brent. While Thomas had to go to the tightest notch on his belt for it to fit he heard Brent ripping open his dress shirt. Imagining the vomit stained, mess of man on his lowly throne distracted Thomas from how loose his own shirt and jacket were. Or the thinned hair on his hands, arms, face, chest, and legs.

Exiting his stall, Thomas saw that other patrons were side-eyeing Brent’s stall and laughing. “I think he had too much to drink,” Thomas remarked to the others while going to wash up.

That got everyone laughing, including the attendant. Who remained standing beside the door handing out warm towels and Purell. Since he was the one to clean up whatever mess Brent was making in there, seeing him laugh meant no one had sympathy for this asshole. Thomas washed his hands and though he noticed that his hair was longer and the color lighter in places, it was easy to chalk up to strange lighting.

“Good luck with all that,” Thomas would say to the attendant, tipping him as he exited the bathroom. Something mirrored by other men as they left shaking their heads.

Brent would have taken vomiting and food poisoning over the real horror befalling him. Already when Brent was leaning with two hands against the wall he was experiencing far more acute thinning of hair and smoothing of skin than Thomas. His clothes were baggier on him, the hair on his head was getting longer with streaks of scarlet red bleeding in, his nipples were larger and pronounced through two layers of clothing, and he’d lost an inch in height without regard from the man himself.

Harder to ignore was the smallness of his unwanted erection. small his erection felt. Down between Brent’s thickening thighs, the man’s manhood had shrunk several magnitudes and showed no signs of stopping. A few squirts of watery cum led to it streaming down his inner thighs and calves.

“What the-?” Brent whimpered in a shallow version of his voice as he tried to see what was happening.

Drunk, with his pants and boxers around his shoes, cum on his shrinking, feminizing legs, it was little wonder Brent stumbled around the confined space; bumping into every wall and getting dizzier from continued loss of height and mass. He would have fallen over but his feet, like his hands, were getting smaller, daintier. Brent got his feet out of his shoes and pants with worrying ease before he slumped on the toilet from shock and the quick onset exhaustion.

For a man that was chauvinist down to his core the sight of his hairy cock shriveling down into slit, labia, and throbbing clit was paralyzing. He saw his nearly hairless, slender legs swelling to take on feminine curves that traveled up waist and belly. The shapes under his shirts were softening, losing muscle and the coarseness of his skin. Further up those pronounced nipples were easier to see now that perky mounds budding up beneath them. Right before his tearing eyes Brent watched two breasts swell into his otherwise loose shirt. It didn’t seem possible so he had to see for himself.

Brent tried desperately pulling up his shirts just to find his breasts having swelled so much his weak arms couldn’t pull it over. He had to get his fingers between the gaps growing between the buttons and pulled with all his failing strength. The buttons popped off as Brent tore his dress shirt open. Helped immensely by a still growing bust that jiggled more freely in his sweat soaked white undershirt.

The barely-a-man-anymore’s tired arms flopped to his sides, letting his jacket and dress shirt slip off his slender, girly arms. Everywhere Brent looked his flesh and bone were betraying him. The curse’s wickedly strong magic was resculpting his masculinity into a young woman’s perky proportions.

While Thomas was exiting his stall and the laughter of other men got louder Brent had lost a foot in height, a hundred pounds, his manhood, and was just discovering the curly red hair spilling down his back and shoulders. The laughing died down as people left the bathroom. However a numbing dullness made their voices echo in Brent’s head. The Fitting magic descended like a haze into the man’s mind. Intellect, skills, knowledge, interests, and attractions were altered so subtly that Brent wasn’t even aware he wasn’t entirely himself anymore.

Through things Brent’s face had undergone the same thinning of hair, the smoothing of skin, and the feminizing of the man that had been. All of his facial hair was gone, jawline and chin softened, perkier cheeks, wider eyes, thinned eyebrows, longer lashes, smaller ears, and full lips. He was becoming the type of woman he would have loved to harass to no end just twenty minutes ago. Brent didn’t know if it was real or a vivid hallucination but the latter is what had to be true.

To test his assumption, Brent slid a few dainty fingers towards his cunt. Pushing the lips aside to immediately find his own clit caused a shrill, high pitched moan to escape his quivering lips. He pulled his hand away as he stood up for the first time in over ten minutes. Brent’s soaked through undershirt hung on him like a nightgown while obscuring nothing of his positively petite figure.

Barely over five feet tall and weighing in one-hundred twenty-two pounds was a drastic shift made worse by a woozy brain. To him it all happened so fast that it was like he’d just got into the stall. Not the twenty minutes it really was. Outside his friends had given up waiting for Brent and were trying to head home themselves. Leaving Brent to panic alone in his stall.

A ripe smell of sweat and sex hung in the confined space the same as Brent’s old cologne. Mostly coming off his old clothes. Brent’s overtaxed brain didn’t know what to do or how this could have happened. Just trying to decide if he should leave the stall or not was making Brent fret with an audibly feminine tone.

The latch of the stall unlocked from the outside and swung inward to Brent’s continued surprise. Standing outside was a stripper he didn’t know, Vera, Magnus, and the bathroom attendant. None were surprised to find a sexy woman where the obnoxious Brent had once been.

“Well look at you, darling. You came out looking real nice,” Jade remarked with her arms crossed over her tasseled tits.

“Very nice,” agreed Magnus as he eyed Brent like a piece of meat.

The irony not yet set in, Brent was scared, confused, and aroused by how the two men were staring at him with thirsty eyes.

“Come on, dear. Let’s get you cleaned up, done up, and ready to work,” Vera told Brent while holding out her hand to him.

“What’s going- my voice! Why is my- hey! Let go of me! You can’t grab me like that!” Brent protested when Magnus stepped in to drag out the new girl.

“You better get used to being grabbed however men like, sweetie,” Magnus chuckled while easily overpowering the petite redhead. “Don’t make me hog tie you. I’d enjoy that a lot more than you,” warned the bouncer. With a grin that said he wanted Brent to resist.

Overcome by meekness and change of station, Brent didn’t fight being removed from the stall. Or his shirt being ripped off so a purple cowl could be draped around her. The next thing Brent knew he was being shuffled out of the bathroom through a back door and into the back rooms where the strippers and waitresses prepared. Rows of mirrors, makeup stations, women in every state of dress, racks of costumes and lingerie, showers, and a whole world Brent had never so much as thought twice about. If he had found himself back here normally, this might be heaven. Now, with so many of the workers noticing the one being led through their midst, he felt like this was hellish torture.

Letting the woman gather, Vera had Magnus set Brent up on top of a table for all to see. “Ladies! We have a new addition to our ranks, courtesy of Miss Faye! May I present Trixie Buns!”

As Vera announced she pulled the cloak off Brent his new body to a roar of cheers, applause, and more laughter. Amongst the faces Brent saw were Scarlett, Vanessa, and Cindi. They pointed and laughed, getting out their pent up emotions. Some women teased and others gushed about the new girl’s body. Brent’s scared, confused head didn’t know which was worse. There was a lot his head couldn’t figure right now with the change so fresh in body and mind.

The cheers died down and the working women went back to their jobs. Brent was plucked down by Magnus and taken along with Vera and another stripper, Bubbles, to the showers. For the start of the biggest makeover in Brent’s young life.

Thomas had hurried back upstairs to his dinner and Jane after the bathroom. He chugged more of his beer and then got back to his meal and conversation.

“I see they cleaned up the mess those dudes made quickly. Think I saw one of them in the bathroom losing his lunch and breakfast too. What a bunch of jokers,” Thomas remarked to his friend.

“Bet that wasn’t all he lost,” Jane remarked with a smile. With her meal mostly eaten she had her laptop open and was working on adding a new employee to the rotation. “And we don’t skimp on the cleanup crew either. They’re the hidden heroes of strip clubs.”

“To the heroes,” Thomas said, his voice cracking as he lifted his glass. He drank and would have kept on chugging while needing both hands to keep it steady. His arm shook as he put it down as his strength wavered. Turning to his meal Thomas started eating again. In two bites he was feeling full with his appetite going the same way as his male body fat. “Are assholes like those three a nightly occurrence? I sure hope not,” Thomas commented while fidgeting with his clothes.

“Used to be pretty frequent a year or so back. That’s when that secret partner and a small investment group bought the place out and hired me, the day manager, and our talent head. A few strict months with some new muscle at the door and kicking out any troublemakers, no matter how big the wallet, and we see fucks like those dudes once a month. If that,” Jane proudly explained as she typed. “We haven’t had any jerks like that in almost two months. If the bouncers don’t bounce them, our secret investors see they’re never a problem again. And I don’t just mean tossing them out. She’s reformed plenty.”

Thomas let out a girly giggle. “Reformed? What, like, got them to give up porn and go to church? Wouldn’t that cut into profits?”

“Was that you laughing?” Jane asked, peering over her screen at Thomas. He appeared shorter, a little thinner than she remembered. Figuring it was just him slouching in the low light she got to his question. “It’s not a religious thing, Thomas. She helps them see the error of their ways and if they come back they’re the nicest customers and the best tippers.”

“Really, huh? What’s her secret? Sledgehammer, a block of wood, and a worn copy of ‘Misery’?” Thomas jokingly asked.

“Nothing so brutal, Thomas. Though I bet some of them would have taken the sledgehammer with what she did to them,” Jane recalled. Her head bopping along to the beat of one of the songs while she added a ‘Trixie Buns’ as a trainee cocktail waitress.

“Now you’ve got me curious.” Thomas paused to sit up and had to brush the hair out of his eyes before clearing his throat. Having his voice crack like a teenager was awkward in a strip club. “What’s this woman doing to them? Does she have mob ties or brainwashing pheromones?”

“Nah, she moves at her own rhythm and beat. The vast majority that she deals with definitely come out reformed and are being human beings for it,” Jane reassured without going into detail.

“Do you know her secret?” Thomas asked his long time friend.

“Yes…”

“Well can you tell what it is?”

Sighing, Jane lowered her screen so she could look at Thomas straight on. “You won’t believe me but her secret? It’s magic karma,” she revealed.

Thomas contained a giggle of laughter and waited for Jane to say she was kidding, but it didn’t happen. “Magic, huh? I didn’t think you believed in that.”

“Faye can make a believer out of anyone. Trust me, bud,” Jane told him before fixing her screen to get back to work.

If she was joking, Thomas didn’t see the punchline. Though he felt like a light haze drifting into his mind that made it hard to keep his thoughts straight. Drinking was part of it. Frustrating distractions like his hair getting into face constantly, his clothes not fitting properly (shoes too), or skin itching weren’t helping. Scratching his head, Thomas asked what he could think of.

“So she reforms most through ‘justice magic’,” Thomas began, using air quotes. “And what about the minority that don’t get reformed? What happens to them?”

Jane shrugged. “Then they stay the shitty animals they are and never change. No real loss for society with those ones.”

“I guess. Still, you got me wondering what happens then,” said Thomas as he reached for another sip of his beer. “Glad I’m one of the good ones,” he bragged. This as Faye’s Fitting magic gradually altered him for his own fitting change.

And he wasn’t the only one in for a big surprise as the hot and heavy night wore on.

Part 2: Three-dog Night

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” Thomas asked Jane while fanning his shirt. He’d taken off his fleece, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and the sweat he had going wasn’t dying down. Enough was dripping off his brow that he could slick back his longer, blonder hair to keep it out of his face.

That longer hair, his smoother, softer skin, and thinned frame were very obvious signs Thomas wasn’t quite himself. The same Fitting magic slowly warping his body towards the feminine was affecting his mind now too. Limiting Thomas’s ability to see that something was very wrong aside from the heat and annoying looseness of his clothes.

Jane was too busy with her phone and laptop to put it all together. His voice cracking and sounding higher pitched was just ammo for more teasing in her book. “Pour some ice down your shirt or something then. I feel perfectly fine. Could be you’re still going through puberty, squeaky,” she smirked without looking up from her phone.

“Stop it! I can’t help that my throat is sore tonight! Probably caught a bug in this place,” Thomas suggested as he sat up straight. Then he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt to see if that helped any.

“It is the cold season but they don’t really come on so quickly. You probably came here sick, just saying,” Jane remarked.

“I was not!” huffed Thomas. His voice pitched high again despite trying to lower it.

“Sure, hun. Whatever you say.” Jane contained a laugh as she tried to keep to business. “There’s a new girl coming up in a couple minutes for a little chat so try to contain your outbursts and complaining for a bit, okay? I want to get a good look at her and see what she can do. Might even want your opinion as a seasoned dude about her,” she joked.

“So basically tell her if she’s hot or not?” asked Thomas.

“I know she’ll be hot, squeaky. I’m more interested in how she carries herself and flaunts it. Ya feel me?”

“Think so.” Unable to cool himself off, Thomas reached and dragged his stein over. It had a little less than half remaining. He would have downed more if the heavy glass stein hadn’t gotten heavier. Which struck Thomas as annoying, rather than physics defying. To distract from his struggle, Thomas kept talking. “So how is this the first time you’re seeing her? Aren’t you involved in all the hiring?”

“Not all. Jen and Claudia bring girls in and I just get a headshot and a heads up before they start. This one girl though, she’s one of Faye’s,” Jane revealed with hints of wicked pleasure. “The ones she finds never disappoint in the end. Some are just shakier than others at the start.” Closing her laptop, Jane grabbed her recently delivered cold water and while she sipped at the straw took her first hard look at Thomas in almost thirty minutes. “Not sure if it’s the lighting or those clothes you got but you’re looking very androgynous right now. So weird,” she noted curiously.

“I do not!” Thomas refuted adamantly. He’d shed fifty pounds and five inches in height since his first sip of the cursed lager. Which he proceeded to drink more.

“Kinda do.” Jane was cut short a closer look at Thomas by the arrival of Scarlett, Vera, and a young, petite, red-headed in a hot pink leather bunny outfit.

Complete with skin tight body suit her tits were spilling out of, stocking, five inch pumps, and a flimsy set of ears. Her makeup was impeccably applied and other than her bashful manner, she looked like she belonged there. While the confused man inside was coming to grips with a new body, role, life, and desires. The two women with the man formerly known as Brent had informed him of his Fitting curse and that understanding gained through living the life was the only thing that could help him. Thrust into a revealing outfit with his cognitive abilities smoothed down, they went along with it and hoped this would be a very temporary punishment for what they remembered as ‘boys being boys’.

“Here she is, Jane. Miss Trixie Buns,” Vera happily introduced while pushing Trixie front and center.

“Couldn’t resist putting her in the outfit once we decided on the name,” giggled Scarlett. Seeing the man who tormented her had her beaming with private pleasure all her own.

“Was a good choice,” agreed Jane, herself pleased to see Trixie acting so guilty. “Trixie, dear, give us a twirl. Let’s see everything you’ve got to offer.”

When Trixie hesitated, too flummoxed to think, Scarlett spanked her ass. “You heard the boss! Turn and shake what you got!”

“O-Okay. I’m sorry,” Trixie stammered in a sugary sweet voice. She then turned around slowly, trying not to trip on her own heels. When she finished one turn Jane motioned with her finger for Trixie to keep going, so she did. Getting her approving nods from the women around her as they gazed in judgement.

To Thomas, Trixie definitely looked like she belonged here. The only lacking trait being the lack of the confidence that every other woman there exuded. This one was definitely fresh faced and had ‘new hire’ written all over her adorable face. She got his dick hard too.

“How’s she doing so far? Brought her up to speed on everything?” Jane asked Trixie’s handlers.

“She has. It’s a lot to take in but she knows her expectations. Scarlett will be running her through her paces and keeping an eye on her,” Vera replied.

“I’ll have her up to snuff by morning, J. I have a feeling this one,” Scarlett paused to spank Trixie’s ass again, making the new girl squeak. “This one’s a natural.”

“Perfect! Well, V, if you wanna get back down there you can. If you need to handle any of your tables, Scarlett, feel free,” Jane told the two before addressing the new girl directly. “As for you, Trixie, hop up on the table and give my friend here a lapdance.”

“A lapdance?” Trixie and Thomas both repeated with surprise.

“Mhmm. I wanna see how you move and this will give everyone a better look at you. Try not to snap an ankle getting up,” Jane thoughtfully cautioned.

“Yes, Miss Jane,” Trixie anxiously nodded as her handlers merrily went off to other tasks. They’d left her with the impression that if she didn’t impress Jane she would be tossed out on the streets as she was and would never change back. That underpinned her willingness to climb into the booth and onto the table despite blushing a deep red to match her styled hair.

“Just call me Jane, hun. This is my friend Thomas,” she introduced.

“Yes, Jane. Umm, hi T-Thomas,” Trixie greeted the man while still on her knees and her butt was inches from his face.

“Nice to meet you. Please be careful,” Thomas said, his voice cracking yet again. His own face flustered from a mix of arousal and frustration with his own body. He had a hardon but was having trouble thinking clearly enough to do much with it.

Trixie stood up straight, knees shaking, and got the hair out of her face. Nearby booths and patrons on the lower floor whistled and cat called within seconds. Full of trepidation and looking like a deer in headlights, the new girl didn’t know what to do.

Jane snapped her fingers at her. “Don’t overthink, Trixie. Try to relax, dig one of the songs playing, and let your body do its thing,” a devilish Jane instructed.

At first Trixie was stiff and jerky in her movements while looking in over her head. But the more she moved and the less she thought the more comfortable she got. In the time it took for her to find rhythm and her own sensuality, Thomas grew hotter under the collar. Jane started off watching Trixie but increasingly was pretending to as it became more obvious he was afflicted with something worse than the cold or bad lighting. Then as Trixie’ dance turned sultry and directed in Thomas’s direction it dawned on Jane what may be happening.

“That’s it, Trixie. You’re getting the hang of it,” Jane told the girl as she hastily opened her laptop. Her mind raced while pulling up security cam footage of the bar for the last hour. “Keep it up.”

“Yeah you’re doing… great,” Thomas agreed in an uncomfortably feminine voice. This as Trixie faced him squatted, knees parted, and pelvis thrusting in his direction.

“Thanks, baby,” Trixie winked at him. The dancing and compliments doing wonders for Trixie’s nerves. Not that she could go very long without remembering exactly how they got there.

A very drunk and horny Thomas had enough modesty to feel weird jerking off at the table- but it wasn’t easy. If his loosened waistline and throbbing hardon tempted him then the dizzying heat and sore spots distracted enough that he held off indulging. That balance was threatened when his nipples became the newest sore and sensitive areas. Whenever his shirt grazed against them a wave of pleasure followed that made him moan. A moan similar to the ones Trixie made once she’d started discovering her sensuality.

Across the table Jane confirmed what she’d begun to suspect in the video logs. Thomas had been dosed by accident but dosed all the same with the same Fitting curse that was Faye’s favorite. Faye had never slipped up like this before and while initially concerned how it would actually work out, Jane took an optimistic viewpoint. If the curse had triggered at all it meant Thomas had at least something to learn. Coming to reason quickly that a few weeks or months working the club would help him grow as a person. She decided to have fun with the situation.

Jane shut her laptop and set it to the side while eyeing Thomas’s changes through her new lens. His ambiguous sex showed more as feminine with his budding breasts, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, smooth skin, and emerging hourglass figure. The best part of all to Jane being that Thomas was still oblivious.

“That’ll do for now, Trixie. Hop on down,” Jane told the new girl while her own mind swirled with possibilities for Thomas.

“Did I do goods, Jane?” Trixie asked eagerly.

“You’re a natural, hun. But let me ask my seasoned male friend what he thinks.” When Thomas proved too distracted with his clothing and horniness, Jane snapped her fingers. “Thomas! I asked you a question, doofus.”

“Huh? Sorry, I… what was the question again?”

“I asked what you thought of Trixie. If I had to guess from how you’re acting, I figure you loved the view,” teased Jane wickedly.

Thomas tried and failed to compose himself while Trixie got down from the table more gracefully than she got on it. “She’s great. Really great, yeah. She’s gonna be great,” he answered shyly.

“Hear that Trxie? You’re doing great. Can you go find Scarlett and bring her back for me? Thanks, hun,” Jane ordered the girl.

“Yes, ma’am. Right away,” Trixie submissively replied. Then hurried away, taking tiny steps in her pumps.

“Guess she really got your motor running. Should I order a cold shower?” Jane asked cutely.

“I don’t need- shut up! Can’t blame a guy for getting, erm, excited. That’s all it is,” he defended clumsily. A slouching Thomas tried sitting up from a slouch and managed to knock his shoes off his shrunken feet. He hoped Jane didn’t hear, but she had.

“Uh huh,” she smirked back at him. “You comfortable?”

“Yeah. Except for the heat, yeah. Don’t I look comfortable?” Thomas asked while positively glowing.

“Not really. Maybe try undoing a few more buttons,” suggested Jane. Adding, “Or kick off your shoes. Whatever works for you.”

“Kick my- I wouldn’t… I don’t… I…” Thomas was saved from his loss of words by the timely arrival of Trixie and Scarlett.

“Hold those partial thoughts, bud,” Jane told her friend. “Scarlett, is Miss Faye still on the premises?”

“She’s not, Jane. Left twenty minutes ago. Should I call her?” Scarlett dutifully asked.

“No. If she left then she’s doing her thing,” Jane correctly supposed. “Well, check the schedule for Trixie’s assignment and help her out. Also, tell Vera to free up another locker.”

“Another locker? We already picked one out for Trixie though,” a slightly confused Scarlett said.

“Not for Trixie, hun,” Jane clarified with a slight nod in Thomas’s direction.

A brief glimpse at Thomas and Scarlett understood. “Ohhhhh, gotcha! Will do, Jane. Come along, Trixie. Let’s get you serving drinks,” Scarlett tells her trainee.

“Serving? Oh gosh…” Trixie fretted.

“You’ll do fine, Trixie. You’re made for this,” Jane reassured the new girl as she was shone off. Leaving Jane wagering when Thomas would notice what was happening to him. His obviousness was thoroughly amusing. “You should finish your beer, bud. You look thirsty.”

“I am thirsty,” agreed Thomas, grabbing the stein again. “Has to be heat in here.”

Jane snorted as she held in a laugh. “Must be. But better the heat in here than the cold outside, right?”

“Mhmmmm,” Thomas concurred while chugging. Not knowing how true that was.

A half mile away Will and Levi had been a staggering menace to property and each other. They had waited as long as they could bear to at Brent’s car for their friend. When it was clear he wasn’t coming and their phones were missing, the plan changed to a five mile walk to Levi’s uncle’s small farm where they could sleep off their drunk. Or more likely keep the fun going. The sidewalk passed in front a couple gas stations, a strip mall, and into a residential area with a lot of tightly packed houses. The two were taking turns knocking over signs, tipping garbage cans, punching mailboxes, and generally continued their drunken debauchery.

Neither taking notice of the hooded figure trailing them at a generous distance.

The two men complained about not getting any action that night, boasting about conquests they’d never had. This amid an ongoing game of one upmanship for who could belch louder. Their noisy antics got the dogs in various backyards barking.

“You don’t have a hot cousin or anything waiting for us at this farm, do you? And since when did you have a farm in your family anyway? Thought you were all city,” Will asked his friend as their conversation meandered like they did. He had a coat on and was feeling especially hot from the curse burning within them ready to trigger.

“Doesn’t everyone have, like, a weird relative that’s really into nature? That’s my mom’s brother. Had to go there during the summer to ‘build character’. Didn’t really work, did it?!” Levi laughed loudly while kicking a soccer ball a kid left out on the lawn into the street for fun.

“Shit, you got tons of fucking character, dude. None of it is any good but you’ve got tons of it!” laughed Will, punching his friend's arm.

“Fuck you, dude! You’re the one full of it! Full of shit!” Levi blustered back in addition to throwing his body weight at his friend, missed and nearly fell over.

“Nice one, idiot!” Will cackled at his friend’s poor attempt. “Ugh, I do think I’m full of piss though. I need to drain my little lizard,” Will remarked with a full bladder. He looked around for somewhere to pull off to relieve himself. Just ahead was an alley that ran down the between the backs of two houses. Dumpsters lined the one side of the alley as far down the mostly unlit alley he could see. It proved inviting enough to him. “I’m gonna turn off here for a wizz. Wait up for me,” he told Levi while he dashed ahead.

“Fuck that, I’ll keep going and you can catch up, dude,” Levi said with slurring words.

“Fine. Don’t get lost without me. Fucker.” Will flipped his friend off and then dashed into the alley.

“Right back at cha’, loser!” shouted Levi with two middle fingers extended.

Will trudged down the alley about twenty feet to the first dumpster. He didn’t bother going behind it to start unbuckling his belt and pants. Something that proved really hard with how drunk he was. The lack of much light wasn’t helped. Leading to him wandering further down the alley to get some light from a flickering street light. Will managed to get his belt off and was fumbling with the button of his pants when he had a visitor.

A fluffy, ownerless, and very pregnant alley dog had trotted over to Will, tail wagging and being friendly. It had sniffed him without the man noticing. Thinking he might have food, she pawed his leg gingerly.

“What the-? Oh gross! Get away from me, fleabag mutt!” Will scoffed at the dog. A drunken kick at the dog only grazed its fur but she backed off the man. Not far enough for him. So Will grabbed a few rocks and threw them. His intoxication meant he missed with every stone but she wisely ran away from drunken lout. “And stay away you dirty bitch! Damn jeans are worth more than fifty of you,” he complained.

The man grumbled as he got his fly open. A brisk wind blew by just as he got his dick out. However a sudden rise in body temperature from his Fitting curse activating kept Will unbothered by the cold. As he relieved himself the warmth accelerated. Steam wafted off his exposed hands by the time he shook the final drops from his dick. He’d got his pants buttoned when a disorientating shiver made him reach for the dumpster to keep from falling.

“Fuuuck, I feel like shit. Think I’m gonna… gonna barf,” Will heaved as he hunched over. An intense cramping gripped his guts and chest making it harder to breath or even keep his eyes open. The nausea passed while the cramping and other weirdness radiated out to his toes, fingertips, and very tongue. “I gotta, I gotta find Levi. I think I’m coming down with, with, with something pretty bad,” he groaned in pain.

Will pushed away from the dumpster just as a throbbing cramp gripped both his hands and tried to stagger his way out of the alley. The world appeared to spin as the low light and booze caused Will to meander wildly. To make matters worse his glasses were trying to slip off his sweat soaked face. Requiring him to scrunch his aching nose to keep them on. It took him thirty feet of swerving around to get ten feet closer to the end of the alley. Draining what little concentration Will had.

A minor twinging from his tailbone abruptly pulsated with a wrenching pain that shot right up Will’s spine and out his mouth. “Argg, fucking hell! My ass!” Will squealed loudly. The pain had also traveled down the crack of his ass, up his taint, balls, and cock. He immediately dropped to hands and knees. Knocking off and breaking his glasses, ripping his slacks and his business jacket. Which the fickle prick was angry about despite his deteriorating state. “These were $300 pants…” bemoaned the man.

With his glasses gone Will’s astigmatism and nearsightedness blurred his own two trembling hands. So he couldn’t see his nails growing to point and narrowing. Or the engorged, deformed shape his fingers were taking on. A prickling numbness obscured the feelings from Will putting together that his hands were morphing into paws. Though as pads blistered up on his palms and his fingers lost range of motion, thumbs especially, Will lifted his right hand close enough to see what was happening.

“The f-f-fuck?! What is- Ahh! M-My fucking ass! What the fucking is going on with me?” croaked Will as the Fitting spell cooked.

The incessant throbbing at the base of his spine erupted into a tail. It went from a stub to a few inches wriggling into his boxers. Numbness meant Will felt the tail as it pressed into his ass and more sensitive areas. He knew it wasn’t possible to have a tail and wanted to reach back. If only his hands weren’t transforming into paws.

Problems with his hands and the seat of his pants were a lot on their own for Will to wrap his intoxicated brain around- but it wasn’t over. As despite his revulsion and confusion, Will had a raging erection ready to blow. The skin sensitivity around his genitals and taint had the sensitivity that his tail and hands lacked. Spurring on a very unwanted, very intense orgasm.

“Damn it,” Will whimpered while looking back between his legs. From the bulge in his pricy slacks a wet spot and eventual puddle grew. It dripped through to the ground under him as his balls emptied and the bulge of his penis diminished. The utterly draining climax did not end the worrying palpitating of his less present manhood. Lifting his head away from his shame, Will spotted a blurry figure standing at the entrance to the alley. “Levi! Hey! Levi! H-Help! I need help!” he called out in a shaky, ragged, and weak voice.

Another twinge of magical heat in his crotch further humbled Will with unseen but deeply felt changes. His cock not only shrunk but withered away towards the moist pink slit that had grown from and absorbed his spent testicles. Brent had gone through the same up to the point when Will’s pussy and vagina were molded into the dark, rear presenting canine cunt. The tugging of it back towards his tail and puckering asshole triggering adjustments in his pelvis that ceded more of Will to the dog he was turning into.

The loss of his junk and the flood of unwanted, downright bestial desires from his new sex to his brain were complicating things for Will without him knowing the actual cause. Steam poured out from under his loosening layers of clothing. The weight of which Will could feel trying to push him down. Then as his ears were pricking up and elongating he heard approaching footsteps.

Will strained to lift his head and open his eyes to see the fuzzy outline of a hooded stranger. Definitely not Levi.

“H-Help me. Please,” Will pleaded in a husky, low voice to the person standing just out of reach.

The figure gave no reply. Choosing to rather reach into their jacket and pull out a hand rolled cigarette and wick lighter. The briefest flicker of light from lighting the cigarette revealed the crimson eyes and roguish smirk of Miss Faye. Will missed the glimpse at her without his glasses but wouldn’t have known her anyway. He just saw someone apparently unconcerned with a man mutating into a dog in an alleyway and didn’t know why.

“P-Please…”

The plea fell on deaf ears. Faye smoked and watched Will’s face deform. Blackening lips and nose, pronounced teeth, wetter, longer tongue, shedding hair, wide, triangular ears, and emerging muzzle blossomed from the results of her potent curse. There were no high heels and stage performances in this latest victim's future. The club was fully staffed with Brent’s addition. While the world would hardly take notice of another stray dog.

With the transformation progressing to force Will onto all fours the dire reality really sunk in. Realigned hips and cramping down into his toes forced him to really bear the weight of clothing that was getting too big for him. Every time he was jolting by some shifting part of his frame he could feel and kinda make out the teats growing out down from his own puffy nipples. He’d lost so much fat and muscle that they were hard to miss even with his eye. If he had his glasses he could have seen past them into his slack pants to see no sign of his manhood. Still unaware of his gender swap, Will lifted to again try to beg with tears in his eyes to the stranger. Just for them to have disappeared.

Faye had only just stepped away to dispose of her cigarette butt in the dumpster behind Will. She strolled back to him and made her presence known by removing the overcoat from his gaunt body. Next came his blazer and with it a thick puff of steam. Both pieces of clothing got tossed into a pile beside the dumpster without much care. The man’s wallet, cellphone, and other personal items had been removed (as were Levi’s) by the strip club’s bouncers when they were thrown out- as Faye had requested. She wanted them good and lost for their penance.

As he was stripped and Faye next came for his pants and shoes Will attempted to speak. “Ry… ry ram… ch-harrrrgngeng. Need… herrrrp! I…” The barely intelligible words coming as a marked growth of his muzzle took place.

“Oh shut up, kid. This is happening. Welcome to a dog eat dog world,” Faye remarked unkindly as she aggressively pulled his slacks off. Followed by Will’s loose socks.

She tossed those into the pile with the rest and padded it out with her foot. The rest of his clothes, amounting to Will’s sagging silk boxers and now bilious gray undershirt, Faye let him keep. Covering what little dignity Will had left in sweat-soaked reminders of a lost life.

“Don’t forget to breathe or you might pass out. You won’t want to miss what I’ve got to tell you. Not if you ever want to stand in on two feet in a men’s restroom again,” Faye whistled at the man while taking out another cigarette. Her melodious voice rife with cold indifference cut through all the noise to ring crystal clear in Will’s hazy skull. “It’s my curse that’s turning you into a mutt and my curse that will keep you in that fitting form until you’ve learned humility. And how to treat animals, you dirtbag. Tempted to kick you myself, but lucky for you I like dogs.”

The mysterious woman’s words echoed around Will’s brain as bitch instincts sanded down the edges of the man’s intellect. Will fought strange desires to be mounted and bred that radiated from his backside while a losing battle to keep his wits. Her words' biting truth came as Will’s vision improved at the cost of becoming red-green colorblind. It was a dog’s muzzle, nose, whiskers, forelegs, and paws he saw gazing down. This was a nightmare that desperately didn’t want or felt he deserved.

“In the coming days and weeks there will be moments of clarity where you’ll try to tell yourself you don’t deserve this. That worse people than you should suffer. But this has everything to do with what you deserve. As for other folks, well they didn’t walk into my place tonight, did they? No, just you and your friends,” Faye informed her victim blithely. “Take small comfort knowing they’re getting their own Fitting lessons too. Speaking of, I need to get going. I’ll be sure to check in to see how you’re doing from time to time. It’s tricky for the ones whose curse fits them out as beasts to learn their lesson. You never stop being angry. That or they… accept it.”

She gave a curt laugh before walking away leaving Will to his fitting fate.

Body too stiff to move and with itching fur breaking out, all the former man could do was reach out a single foreleg and a pathetic ‘Awoo’ for mercy.

“Save those barks for your new three friends, girl,” mocked the mysterious woman without so much as turning. “They’ll be keeping you warm tonight.”

The weight of Faye’s parting words came as Will caught a whiff of the aforementioned company. Three large dogs, a mastiff, pitbull mix, and boxer, had caught a whiff of their own and followed it to a strange looking mutt smelling of lust. Will’s heart almost stopped when he saw them. His heart did race and he cursed the woman with his failing wits.

He thought himself about to be attacked until seeing the dog’s cocks sliding from their sheaths. That his eyes fell between the dogs’ legs at all showed already how his mind was changing like the rest of him. It didn’t bother them that he couldn’t stop staring. Or wagging his tail.

His fear spiked though when their teeth did come out. Used to rip off Will’s silk boxers so the three dogs could lap at his swollen cunt. The tags on the dog’s collars all jingled as licked and jockeyed for position. They’d nip holes in his shirt when it got in the way of their fun but it remained on for the rest of Will’s cursed transformation. It added to the nasty itch from his fur breaking out all over.

So much sensory overload practically fried Will’s waning mental capacity during those final minutes of change. Fur, flesh, and a few adjustments were all that separated the spoiled rotten manchild from a fitting life looking like a lighter furred version of the pregnant mutt he tried kicking. She was actually watching from atop Will’s still steaming discarded clothing nearby. Perhaps aware her attacker was about to experience some fitting karma.

The mastiff wasn’t going to be bothered waiting for Will to finish changing to assert himself. He shouldered the other two away and mounted his newest bitch knowing exactly what to do. Will was still in shock when the dog’s enormous cock entered and stretched his slit open. An initial yowl of pain was drowned out by submissive whimpers and whines befitting a bitch being broken in.

‘This can’t be happening’ and ‘I want this to happen’ swirled paradoxically in Will’s mind as the mastiff bred him. The other two dogs circled nearby, waiting their turn. Other dogs in the neighborhood that were trapped in their yards but could hear and smell the action howled bitterly. Worrying that ‘They all want to fuck me?’ became a delighted musing to himself ‘They all want to fuck me...’

The first of a lot of doggy knots swelled inside Will. Followed by the mastiff’s large load and several quivering orgasms of his own. Both dogs collapsed in their stuck together state to pant and recover. Will’s transformation was completed with a doggy cock still knotted inside him.

The totality of Will’s cursed situation would set in those days to come that Faye spoke of. That night would be lost to more drunken lust and bad decisions that he’d have to live with. A veritable litter of problems born from Faye’s cursed gifted cunt.

Left by himself while Jane saw to something downstairs, Thomas’s curiosity got the better of him. He was staring down between his spread legs and his moist, gooey fingers pulled from the cunt that had replaced his cock. The heat that had been radiating from there made sense in the worst possible way. So were other thoughts that had been bouncing around his head unbidden; draining some of his intellect while altering desires to fit a female bimbo working at a strip club.

“Unreal…” Thomas muttered, shaking his head. His free hand went back to his chest where he’d already found breasts his hand couldn’t hold. Squeezing it lightly was enough to excite Thomas all over. But most of all between the folds of his new pussy. “This is really bad,” he admitted as he pushed his pants and shirt closed.

“What’s really bad?” Jane chimed in to ask before sliding back into her seat across from her friend. Having gone the long way to sneak up on him from behind.

“Huh? Wha? Oh, it’s, uhhhh, nothing. I was just… just…”

Jane wasn't having any of it. “Thomas, come on. You can admit it.”

“Admit what? I don’t-”

“You do. We both do. So just go ahead and say it,” she insisted.

“If you know why don’t you tell me?” a flustered Thomas demurred.

“Because your situation can only be improved by honesty. Since I know you’ll want to do that, why not start off on the right foot? So just say it and I promise I’ll fill you in on… the rest,” Jane promised vaguely while grinning expectantly.

“The rest?! But-”

“Say it…” Jane persisted.

Sighing reluctantly and with heaving breasts practically in his face, Thomas relented. “I seem to have… turned into, like, a chick.”

“A chicken?” Jane had to tease. “Imagine, you turning into a chicken? Imagine all the eggs…” she mused, licking her lips like a hungry fox.

“A lady, a woman, a fucking chick, Jane! What the hell is going on? And could you fix this? I’m not… this isn’t me!” Thomas shouted, his voice thoroughly feminized.

“Debatable, but I’m proud of you, Thomas! That takes a lot to admit. Takes some others a lot longer just to make that step,” noted Jane as she leaned towards her buxom friend. “So what do you know about curses?”

Part 3: Tipping Culture

“I didn’t know you had an elevator back here,” Thomas remarked as he followed Jane through a VIP door on the second floor. All the while holding his oversized pants up and shirt down to stop from tripping.

He’d shrunk to five foot two and had to abandon his shoes, socks, fleece, and dignity in the booth. Long locks of platinum blonde hair kept getting in Thomas’s eyes to annoy him further. As if he wasn’t still trying to process everything Jane had just explained. About Faye’s curse, how it couldn’t be reversed, only overcome, that just a few remarks had been enough to trigger a transformation that could, in Jane’s own words, ‘last a few weeks. Or more.’ Since Thomas’s infractions weren’t as severe as others it shouldn’t be a long slog.

That notion gave him little consolation to Thomas as he stood waiting for the elevator doors to open with Jane. Whose cheeky smirk started when she saw the height discrepancy they now had.

“There’s lots you don’t know, hun. But we’re experienced in bringing in new girls by this point. There are three, sorry, four working tonight- I wasn’t counting you, yet- and we have five others employed that are cursed like yourself. You are by far the least deserving of the bunch. Something I’ll make clear to everyone. I’ll have words with Faye tomorrow to find out more,” Jane casually explained just as the elevator doors opened. “But we need to get you in some proper clothes, a full makeover, and then we’ll get you started on shadowing Scarlett to get experience.”

“I still don’t see why I have to work here to ‘fix’ my character flaws. It’s bad enough I’ll have to go on leave or just get fired from my current job. This Faye woman should pay to set me up in a hotel with a therapist for a few weeks instead of… this,” Thomas complained with frequent indignant huffs.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree with Faye, hun. Let me handle her while you adapt to the new normal for you. Working here is the best way to beat the curse while also maintaining a healthy income. Besides, if you search that pretty little head of yours you’ll find yourself having all the skills your new job requires. You’ll just need some experience and you’ll be a natural. Faye’s girls always are,” assured Jane. They traveled a floor down, giving Thomas no time to reply before the doors opened. Standing there were a group of older businessmen, each with a drink in one hand and a stripper wrapped in the other. “Gentlemen, I hope you’re enjoying your evening. If you don’t mind, we’ll get out of your way,” Jane politely told the men.

“Anything for a lovely lady like you,” one of the men said to Jane. Then he saw Thomas. “And you. Mmmmm, aren’t you scrumptious,” he added, licking his lips.

Thomas recoiled slightly from the push of the men towards him and was saved by Jane pulling him along. The two businessmen groped Thomas in passing. The third, the drunkest, groped and pulled Thomas closer for a fleeting kiss on the lips. Jane persisted in getting them by but not without Thomas’s innocence rattled.

They were in a luxuriously decorated hallway lined with doors that had names instead of room numbers. ‘Her Pleasure Den’, ‘Master’s Doman’, ‘Spa Day’, and ‘Scarlett’s Puppy Pen’ were some of the ones Thomas saw when not keeping his head down. The soundproofed doors and rooms left only the crackle of the burning candelabras and their own hurried footsteps to be heard. At times the hallway spun from Thomas’s point of view. A side effect of his brain adjusting to his new height, lowered center of gravity, wide, thick hips, and without thinking walked tip-toes like a lady.

“Doesn’t feel great to be treated as just an object, huh? You’ll have to get used to that. That’s something all women have to deal with, by the way. No surprise that it’s worse for the prettier ones. And as much as it pains me to admit, you turned out fucking gorgeous, Thomas. So get ready for a crash course in the life of the working woman,” Jane informed Thomas bluntly.

“I never said women had it easy,” Thomas refuted. “Just some stuff about how it was nice they could earn a living off just your body.”

“It was more than that and you know it. You’re the typical dude that thinks you’re the good one because you’re not like the assholes. But you do a good job still excusing those men and can’t help but make snide little remarks. If the curse triggered then you had something to learn, Thomas. Remember, you can’t argue your way out of this. You gotta actually grow as a person. Sucks, I know,” Jane commiserated. Albeit sardonically. “A little introspection, a few weeks of earning some big tips, make a few friends among the girls, and you’ll be back to your old, goofy self, Thomas. Which reminds me, Thomas can’t be your name anymore. So I’ll start thinking up some options and you tell me how you feel.”

Jane had led them down the entire hall to a small concierge station staffed by a tall blonde woman with green eyes, bangs, black rimmed glasses, black lace lingerie, high heels, and a black tie attached to a white lace collar around her neck. She only had to see Thomas’s face in those clothes to know Faye cursed another.

“Everything running smoothly tonight, Maddi?” Jane asked the concierge as they passed without stopping.

“All is well, boss. Have we got ourselves another Faye fit, hmm?” inquired Maddi while she sized Thomas up.

Feeling Maddi’s eyes glaring down at him made him hurry to reach wherever Jane was leading him. Somewhere beyond so many prying eyes he hoped.

“Good, good. Call me if any issues come up,” Jane tells the girl before suggesting to Thomas, “M… Melodi, Mercedes, or… Mandy. Just brainstorming name ideas for you. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

They went through a few doors, made some turns, and they were back in the kitchen going the opposite when Thomas had entered from. Here again every man and woman in the kitchen eyed Thomas. Only the head chef was privy to Faye’s secret so the rest figured Thomas for another of the club’s girls. Wolf whistles, cat calling, and the sous chef spanking Thomas to a chorus of laughter and lewd remarks. Thomas figured they were in on the joke. Women couldn’t actually spend this much time having their tits, crotch, and ass leered at.

They passed the big man guarding the back door and went through the first security door, requiring Jane to punch in a code while a camera monitored from above. On the other side of the door was another bouncer who had to open the next door for them. Through there it was like stepping into an altogether different building.

They walked between a well stocked rec room and a lounge area with two masseuses working over the bodies of two strippers on break. Ahead was a fully stocked kitchen area with a fridge and personal chef currently making a quiche for another worker. The relaxed and homey vibes had a deeply calming effect on Thomas. No loud music or yelling or flashing lights. Just well lit, laid back, and not full of thirsty men. Just women who would smile, wink, or get to whispering to other girls about.

“This place…” an impressed Thomas trailed off.

“If you want the best product out on stage and the floor and the back room, you keep them happy, well cared for, and well paid. Does your job give you these sorts of benefits? You never mentioned it so I think not. It’s really nice, right?” Jane boasted.

“It’s really, really nice. My other job has a little break room with a broken TV and still stinks of fish that someone microwaved last summer. So this is beyond words… I’d enjoy it a whole lot more if I wasn’t all… girled,” complained Thomas.

“If you weren’t a girl you wouldn’t have been allowed back here anyway, hun. Girls only,” Jane stressed with a grin. “Come along, I’ll show you to a private dressing room where you can let this sink in. And get an outfit that suits this new you. Had Vera roll a couple racks in with stuff that should fit. While you’re doing that I’ll fill the girls in the back what your deal is. Might earn you some extra sympathy. But don’t worry, they’re an accepting bunch.”

“If you say so. I don’t know if, if, if I can’t really do this, Jane. These are big changes all happening so fast and-”

Jane put her finger over Thomas’s perky, full lips to quiet him. “You’ll do fine, hun. Don’t overthink and let your body do a lot of the guiding,” she promised. “Now it’s right through here. Mind the steps.”

Down a short flight of stairs and down a short hallway with large open makeup rooms and their many stations on either side. Many seats were filled as women applied their own makeup or assisted others in theirs. Thomas was brought to one of a few private dressing rooms. Inside were two racks of various sexy costumes and outfits, a makeup station with a mirror, stool in front of it, a couch, mini fridge, no windows, and it was quiet once the door was shut.

“Ta dah! You’re free to poke around the outfits and try them on. I’ll be like, 20 or 30 minutes taking care of some other matters. Then I’ll be back with Bubbles and Scarlett to make you presentable out on the floor. Promise,” Jane vowed. She opened the door to leave and gave her friend a parting glance. “I’ll keep working on your name too. I’m sure it’ll come to me.”

“Oh, w-wait!” Thomas called out to Jane.

“Yes?”

“Can you answer something for me?” he implored.

“I can try,” Jane answered, halfway out the door.

“Those assholes in the booth next to us that got me into this pickle are getting much worse than me, right? Please tell me that much,” Thomas appealed. Hoping it might make him feel better.

“I already told you about Trixie…”

“Yes, yes, I get his, uhh, her deal. What about the other jerks though? The ones that got away?”

Jane laughed. “No one gets away, hun. Trust me, you’re better off changing inside. For the ones that get out, the curse gets really wild. And way worse. Happy?”

“A little,” he admitted meekly.

Shaking her head, Jane closed the door saying, “Just try to find something cute. Something that really shows off those big milkers you have.”

“H-Hey! Take that… back.” Thomas’s voice sank when she left before he could argue. Though a look down at his ample cleavage meant Thomas would have lost that argument.

He reluctantly stripped off his remaining clothes and folded them neatly off to the side. Then for the next fifteen minutes Thomas turned and modeled in a full length mirror. Drastic and unexpected as the transformation had been, the final product Thomas saw wasn’t just pleasing to his own eyes but affirmed a newly developing sense of who he was. Thomas even had to stubbornly agree that he’d turned out gorgeous. She was also right about his tits. With big, perky, and natural breasts to show off, Thomas’s breasts needed to be shown off.

Thomas trusted Jane when she said the other men would have a wild night. Not that he knew what that really meant but it comforted him to know the real offenders were not forgotten.

While Will was being changed and stalked by Faye, Levi had continued ahead just like he said. Levi was drunk, high from a joint found in his pocket, and was sometimes aware that Will hadn’t come up. He’d look back, not see him, get angry that he was taking so long, and then Levi would keep trudging ahead.

“I ain’t waiting up for him no way. He knows the way,” Levi told himself during those times of clarity.

The sidewalk ended and Levi was forced to walk on the side of the road for another two miles to reach his uncle’s property. When he remembered to check behind him he saw a figure way back. Figuring it for Will, Levi assumed his friend would catch up by the time they reached the farmhouse. Where a warm welcome wouldn’t await them- thanks to Levi- but they’d still be given a room to sleep it off. And a phone that they could use in the morning to call a cab in the morning.

Levi hadn’t been back to the farm since he was fifteen. He was working another character building summer and had no interest in spending it tending to dairy cows. That’s why he set off a bunch of fireworks one night that spooked the herd so badly they knocked over sheds, equipment, and fences on their way to breaking out. It took a week to find them all. A couple were hit by cars and that proved the final straw for Levi’s time at the farm. His parents brought him home, never punished him, and he never thought about those yokels until that night.

Crossing two intersections got Levi on the country road that after a few hundred feet was the start of his uncle’s property. Marked with high wooden fences that were doubly reinforced against escape with extra chicken wire. They were also the perfect thing for Levi to keep himself upright for the rest of the way to the front gate.

“I know that stink. It’s burned into my nostrils,” Levi remarked to himself when he caught a whiff of the cow pasture. Grass, hay, feed, and beef with manure lingering over it all. Years in the city and corporate world made it sting that much more in his nostrils. Leading to Levi throwing up twice in just the first hundred feet of the fence. It alleviated some of his dizziness and cleared his head a little. Allowing him to see the error he had made. Instead of following the fence towards the main farm gate, Levi wandered the width of the fence along the property line. “Oh bullshit! How did I not notice that? I’m nearly halfway to the other side, ugggh,” Levi complained.

Turning around and going back was the obvious choice to get back on track. Levi chose a bolder path befitting his high blood alcohol level. He scaled the five foot fence in a clumsy manner. The chicken wire scratched at his clothing and ripped tiny holes. As Levi ineptly rolled over the top of the fence his overcoat got snagged. Landing with a distressing squish on his back. Levi sat up feeling grateful he wasn’t injured. His fall had been broken by a cowpie that stuck to his sports jacket.

Smelling the stink and feeling it on his jacket had Levi gagged and stripped off first the jacket as he staggered to his feet. The heat and smell lingered on his dress shirt so he tossed that two before wandering away in just shoes, socks, slacks, his undies, and a muscle shirt that didn’t cover his whole gut. Once he had his bearings, Levi continued with his plan to take the most direct route to the farmhouse. He thought it was cold enough out that all the cattle would be kept inside so there would be no chance of seeing a real animal. His biggest concern was more cowpies ruining his italian leather shoes.

Levi moved as fast as his drunk and careful pace would allow. When he remembered the figure of Will following him. He had to look but sure enough, directly across from Levi on the path he’d wanted to take, the figure was walking along. There were street lights on the road so that Levi saw this figure was hooded, wearing a long fur coat, and was smoking. Levi thought that was all strange for Will but before he could think about it more he came upon a trio of sleeping heifers. All three had fitted wool jackets on to keep them warm but just two were sleeping.

A third was nibbling from a small hay pile nearby and was likely going to sleep soon too. Levi was able to walk right up to the standing cow without it seeing him. Being an asshole with bad impulses and heavily impaired judgement, Levi felt that this unassuming cow was responsible for him ruining his clothes. And that he and his friends were kicked out of all those clubs. Also that he wasn’t getting any action that night unless he wanted to jerk off. In his idiotic reasoning, this random cow having a late night snack had to pay.

The jerk kid he was back in the day had done a fair share of cow tipping on their neighbor's farms. He quietly lined up beside the cow and got into position to rush the unsuspecting heifer. Just as he was to move, someone whistled and brought the cow’s attention to Levi in plenty of time to move out of the way.

“Oh no, no!” Levi blurted out when his delayed reaction meant he collapsed face first into the hard dirt. He got back to his feet looking pissed off and wanting to punch someone. That couldn’t account for the heat, the sudden onset of aches, or the tingling in his fingers and ears. Levi ignored the early effects of his Fitting curse triggering to find whoever made him look stupid. “Who the fuck is whistling in the middle of the night! Will? Is that you, cocksucker?”

Despite the whistle sounding so close, the figure was standing all the way on the other side of the fence. They were smoking still and simply watching. Levi thought they were laughing from the way they moved and he wasn’t about to take that from Will. With sweat already dripping off his brow and slicking his numbing fingers, Levi stomped towards the fence where his friend was. Determined to give him a piece of his mind and probably also a few punches.

After ten steps Levi was having serious trouble keeping one foot in front of the other. His muscles were sore and tight, hands and feet numb with pins and needles, ears aching, and an aching tailbone. Levi persisted with stubbornness and made it halfway to the fence when his legs gave out without warning. He stumbled down into the grass on his knees trying to catch his breath from the heat boiling his head. Attempts to stand got him a little closer until something occurred that Levi couldn’t power through.

“Ah! My hand! The fuck did I step in?!” Levi crowed when one numb hand and then the other felt weighed by some unnatural weight. Slumped over at the edge of the street light’s amber halo and with only a waning moons light Levi could only see large lumps clinging to his central three fingers on either hand. Those throbbing fingers couldn’t be moved, while the pinkie and thumb were tiny in comparison. Unable to put weight on the strange masses, Levi crawled on his knees the best he could. “Ah! F-Fuck! Something’s really wrong here. Will! Will you asshole! I need help! I need-”

Levi fell silent as light revealed engorged flesh, partially merged fingers, thick black growths massing at the tips of the two digits he had left growing outward, and shrinking outer fingers disappearing into shifting flesh of his wrists and lower arms. The initial shock gave way to a faint recognition as the transformation progressed right in front of him of cloven hooves. He tried shaking off the changes to no avail.

“No, no, no, no, no! Why are my hands- AH! Fuck! Will! You bastard, help me! I have a real big problem!” Levi yelped mid-sentence when throbbing at the base of his spine burst into his pants as a bony, slithering tail. A comparably less painful but not less alarming wriggling and tightness of his ears also flared up. He had no hands to feel his ears elongating, their edges curling from the sides of his head. Much like a cow’s. “Will! Heeeeeelp! I can’t move! I’m freakin’ out or something over here! Fucking help!”

No help would be coming from Will or anyone else that night for Levi.

Desperation forced Levi to use his barely formed hooves to help crawl within spitting distance of the fence. With every incremental movement forward the man his tightening clothing became more of hindrance. In his beleaguered thinking he thought the clothes were shrinking on him rather than his body burgeoning with unprecedented mass. Muscle, fat, and bone ripped their ways free of his shirts and slacks. His new tail tore open a hole in the seat of his pants that ripped his underwear clear from his body.

Reeling and feeling the night air on his newly exposed pudgy bits shattered any idea Levi had of a bad trip or nightmare. He understood faster than Will did that he was changing into an animal. Levi’s superstitious, panicked brain got lucky, blaming a curse for what was happening to him. So he assumed his presence in the pasture was to blame and redoubled efforts to reach the fence. This also makes the smoking, unmoved figure’s continued indifference actual cruelty.

“Will! You- Arggggg! My fucking… dick! N-No! I gotta… get out of… here. Willllll!” bellowed Levi in terror. His last word warped by the magic stretching his neck and spreading his shoulders.

Yet it was the twinge of his undersized cock and pinch of his balls that birthed a dread in the man. In mere seconds a joyless orgasm squirted out the whole of the man’s seed into a puddle in the soil beneath him. And as it did a vortex sucked his manhood into a throbbing void opening up between spreading ass cheeks. A swelling ass and shifting pelvis forced Levi off his knees and all fours. Then collapsed onto his right side from the combination of so many things and tore off even more of his clothing.

“AyyyyoooooooOOOOO! N-Nooo! Help! Anybody! I’m fucking… turning into… something,” Levi gasped in a deep, hollow voice reflective of his expanding chest cavity.

The cloaked figure finished their cigarette, lit another, and let them one slowly smolder down. Letting Levi succumb to further transfiguration by the Fitting magical curse. Steam smoked off the man’s enlarging frame continually. Sections of his skin thickened like cow hide and brought with them white and black wiry hairs. Spots like this on his back, chest, thighs, and arms spread. Though not so fast as his actual body. Sights like the budding quartet of teats under his bulbous gut or the folds of Levi’s bovine cunt weren’t for his eyes. Just hers.

Helplessness set in for Levi when the curse spread up his neck and tingled down from his ears to threaten the rest of his head. His lips, tongue, and nose fattening, Levi feared for his voice and very sense of self. “N-N-NoooOOOOOOOO! Pleeesh, helpsh… me… I… can’t besh… a coooOOOoooOOOO!” he pleaded desperately to the person he knew was there. With his skull expanding Levi couldn’t keep his eyes open for only fleeting seconds where he saw sky or dirt or his own freakish form.

With a body racked fully by the curse and a pink udder ballooning under the four teats at his waist came a haze that made his brain buzz. The hum soothed the cacophony of feelings and sounds of Levi’s transformation. He felt his arms and legs bending in unnatural ways with hands and recently feet swollen into cloven bovine hooves. Peeking and seeing a widening bovine snout like he’d he feared didn’t scare Levi as much as it should have thanks to the magic’s thorough nature. The trashing to free himself mellowed to the twitching and jerking of changing muscles and tendons.

Levi was pushing seven hundred pounds with a skeleton nearly the size of the heifer he failed to tip. Only the bones of his neck and head lagged. So there was some of Levi’s former visage to be seen when the hooded figure strolled up. With one good eye and the other swollen out of the socket with a bovine pupil he knew if nothing else, this was not Will.

“Never had one make it out this way before. This has been something to watch, kid. Seeing you beef up like this makes me think you really had this coming,” stressed Faye with her smirk and rest of her face hidden by the glare of the street light above and play of shadows. She calmly took out black gloves to match the sable ermine coat she wore to cover her right down to the ankles of her heeled, black leather boots. “I will return in two shakes of a cow’s tail. That’s when I’ll explain why my Fitting curse is changing you, and how you can escape ending up just the newest heifer on this stranger’s farm. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Faye walked off without further explanation towards the nearby cattle.

“N-N-NooOOOooOOOOO! DOOOOoooOOOn’t leaveshh meeeoooOOOOO!” Levi’s guttural voice trumpeted to the mysterious woman.

With the woman gone as quickly as she came, Levi had only her confusing words to turn with a degrading intellect. A steady influx of heifer hormones mingled with Levi’s consciousness and made processing the meaning of Faye’s words take precious minutes. Minutes where he fattened up more. More time for the hide and his own Holstein pattern of white and black like the farm’s other cattle. A pair of stubby horns grew unnoticed while Levi’s brow flattened. Finally understanding he was no longer male and really turning into a heifer at a time when his udder leaked milk it was so swollen.

On one part Faye had no way of knowing she was mistaken. This farm and the animals on it all belonged to Levi’s uncle. He remembered the life of a heifer on this farm and the simple toil it was from eating, being milked, sleeping, and doing it over again. With interludes of being pregnant and nursing which led to remembering something else of the farm: his uncle’s bull. Tor, the farm’s resident brown bull, would have been nine years old and for some reason stuck in Levi’s mind like nothing else. In that he couldn’t stop thinking about the bull no matter what he did. Realizing in his own time he longed for the bull’s company. The nature of his curse made the very concept bizarre when human reason returned for small stretches.

The intense mental toil distracted from the passage of time, gaining of weight, and so many things. It had taken forty minutes to top thirteen hundred pounds. For every bone to grow and move into place. For the added stomachs, hooves, horns, vagina, and udder to fill out his form of punishment. In under eight minutes he would be the prize heifer the farm never knew it had. And all Levi could do was think about Tor or scold himself for lusting after a bull.

While struggling with vivid memories surrounding Levi remembered details about Tor he’d forgotten. Like how he could hear the heavy sound of his hoof falls before he saw him. Or how a pungent, heady aroma surrounded him wherever he went. Somehow the haze hadn’t prevented Levi from practically smelling Tor’s approach.

“Come on, girl. It’s not nap time,” Faye shouted while kicking the sprawled out heifer.

Standing beside her none other than Tor- who was even bigger and sexier than Levi remembered. Levi wasn’t sure which to be more afraid of.

“I see that twinkle in your eye. I know you hear me. I’m going to get you up now,” Faye informed the flopped cow with hands at her hips. “While I do, let me enlighten you why this is all your fault.”

Faye was curt and crass in explaining to Levi how his callous actions and her magic had caused the lout into a preening heifer flashing her lashes at the first bull she sees. While she told him how he could earn his humanity back through personal growth, understanding, and blah blah blah, Faye proved adept with her slender frame at righting Levi onto his hooves for the first time. As she worked the bull stood close by. Patiently awaiting its turn while getting drunk on the smell of a heifer going into heat.

When Levi was righted the final stages of the transformation kept him stiff and only able to breathe and listen. Faye pulled a trash bag from her coat pocket and set about collecting his discarded clothing while revealing where she had disappeared to briefly. Quite proudly she told him about a visit to the farm house. In a conversation Faye wouldn’t elaborate on, she convinced Levi’s uncle he was getting the deal of a lifetime from a kindly young woman in need of finding a home for her healthy, productive, and exceedingly fertile two-year old heifer. Of course his uncle agreed and just like that, Levi was livestock. Faye only asked for one of the farm’s ID ear tags, a trash bag, and permission to introduce the bull she saw in the barn to Levi. Who she’d named Buttercup off the cuff.

Once all the man’s clothes were collected and Faye eyed the remainder that Levi had shed going over the fence there were only a few pounds and some blotches of bare hide where the hair hadn’t reached yet. Everywhere else the Fitting magic had abated. Allowing full sensation and control of his new body to the confused, embarrassed, and aroused former man.

“.. but from that look in your eyes I can tell you’re not really listening anymore, are you?” Faye challenged when catching Levi drooling at Tor’s erection. “Didn’t think so. Well, I’d say I check in but… I have a hunch you’re right at home here, ain't’ ya, Buttercup?”

The question barely registered, except to understand and react with a wag of her tail to their new name.

“Good girl. Well, I won’t keep nature at bay any longer.” At the snap of Faye’s fingers Tor charged the heifer with lusty, single-minded intent. He was mounting her and scrabbling into position to thrust when Faye turned and left the beasts to their fun.

Levi was not fully lost to instinct as he eagerly awaited the bull’s cock and seed. His desire for action that night was being satisfied. Always having been a simple man with fond memories of his time on the farm, Levi welcomed the heifer’s life. This as Tor’s cock slid in to claim him for himself and the farm. The twisted notion of the bull he helped raise breeding him made the act sweeter to the many with a lot of emotions to unpack. With the squirt of Tor’s seed ensuring Buttercup would have plenty of time to ruminate.

“MOoooOOOOOOOOOOO!” Butterup bellowed submissively in acceptance of their fate.

Thomas stared at the reflection of his new self and found it still hard to accept. Sat in a makeup chair having powder and fake eyelashes applied by the skilled Bubbles. They’d chosen a revealing milk maid, did his hair up in curls, and had glitter rubbed on his tits and ass to ‘up their sparkle factor’ according to Bubbles.

Assisting throughout and currently deciding on the new girl’s footwear were Scarlett and Sierra. Both of whom he’d learned were under Faye’s curse and making the best of it. Sierra, a tall, full chested ebony with puffy pigtails, a fox girl outfit, and oodles quiet dom energy, had been supportive of Thomas’s plight. His situation, while unfortunate, was a rare opportunity to experience life from a vastly different point of view. Being told how hot he was and that he’d make great money would ease his conscience in the long run but for now he couldn’t see it. All Thomas saw was the uncanny reflection of what was his new normal. A new normal named…

“Mandi Candi. With little hearts over the I’s, of course,” Jane confirmed aloud from her seat in a nearby makeup chair as she added the new girl to the schedule.

“She totally gives me Mandi vibes! I was soooo about to say that!” giggled Bubbles as she shook a bottle of setting spray.

“I swear this girl is psychic. For real,” Sierra stated.

“You were not thinking that,” Thomas spoke up to refute.

The women were all laughing as soon as he got the words out.

“See? A total brat. She can’t help herself,” Jane remarked at her best friend’s expense. For hardly the first time that night. “Mandi, be a good girl, listen, and keep your opinions behind those pretty lips where they belong. You get more tips that way too,” she added with a wink.

“She’s right. Show a guy a little affection, serve him a drink, and you’ll pay off your student loan debt in months,” extolled Bubbles.

“Or a car and gambling debts. Sure wasn’t getting there with my old job,” Sierra more bashfully admitted.

“My trick is just not to overthink too much,” remarked Scarlett.

“Isn’t that easy for a bimbo anyway?” teased Jane.

Scarlett nodded. “Super easy actually!”

The women laughed, talked, and got along wonderfully as they finished Mandi’s look and got her ready for the floor. Thomas kept quiet as asked and did whatever they asked. Going back in his head to reassure himself that he would get through this. Somehow.

He’d been told to expect a month or two transformed into Mandi. Less if he satisfied the curse’s ethereal standards of redemption and more if he denied or resisted. When he asked Scarlett and Sierra why they had not changed back, he got evasive giggling and a ‘none of your business’. Thomas hoped that he could come to grips with this sooner rather than later.

Her makeup done and heels on, Mandi Candi received her final instructions from Jane in the VIP elevator. Right there with her was Scarlett, set to her trainer for the evening. Because of that, Scarlett insisted on Mandi wearing a particular leather collar. One with ‘Sexy Brat’ in pink letters on it.

“Listen to what Scarlett has to say, pay attention, and honestly just let that body do its thing, Thom- erm, Mandi. That’ll take some getting used to,” Jane chuckled at her slip of the tongue. “Don’t feel that you gotta impress anyone on your first night. Tradition is for new cursed girls to get quite the eye-opening first night. You didn’t sexually assault or destroy any property for those tits, did ya? So Scarlett will help ease you in and- Hold on. Getting a message.”

While Jane texted the doors opened and Scarlett nudged Mandi out the door. “Go on, hot stuff. I’m right-”

“Girls! Change of plans, get back in here you two,” Jane ordered with an urgency.

“What is it?” Scarlett asked as they took the quick trip back down.

“A large group of suits will be rolling up in fifteen minutes and they will need some company in the Karaoke Nude Spa room. Scarlett, take Mandi, find Trixie, and then set them up in there. Sorry, Mandi, but things change fast around here. My suggestion? Shots,” Jane counseled her friend and employee.

“Ohhhhh, yes! Shots!” cheered Scarlett.

Jane went back up the elevator to continue her shift in the booth where Thomas had begun his night. Mandi’s night went a different way.

First with Scarlett to the coat check room where they found Trixie eagerly deep throating Magnus from her knees. Next came three rounds of jello shots from Amy Lee at the bar for the three girls. During which Mandi found herself cheered at by every nearby dude and spanked by at least three. Then they headed back to join Sierra, Cindi, and a few other girls in the VIP’s room. Mandi had a buzz going and more cash sticking out of her cleavage and garter than she could easily count. Informed to change into a bikini, Mandi donned one with a cow print while Trixie squeezed into a red string bikini. They’d barely gotten dressed when a group of fifteen suited, drunk businessmen entered.

“Shots for every girl in the room on the company expense account!” shouted one of the geezers in charge. Spurring cheers and the loosening of tops.

With another shot, Mandi could better throw caution and inhibition to the wind to enjoy herself. Thomas’s night may not have gone to plan but Mandi was going to make the most of it.

“This guy is my company’s CEO!” Trixie said of the man that had paid Mandi a thousand bucks to drip whiskey dripped off her tits.

“So you’re saying I should be… charging more?” Mandi whispered back to Trixie. Who had two men pawing over her feet.

Trixie didn’t quite get the joke but smiled and nodded anyway.

Thomas knew that night would just be the first of many. He wasn’t nearly as afraid of the coming weeks as before. If it took one more or even two, so long as he was himself again, maybe he could survive as Mandi. Get some of that growth Jane chided him about. No doubt he’d learn his lesson soon and this would all be a distant, dirty memory. One that Jane would never let Thomas forget.

Part 4: Oh Curses

Seven months later

Walking up to The Peeping Venus’s rear entrance checking the messages on her pink phone, Mandi groaned when she saw a waiting message from Jane. Her friend and manager was reminding her to stop by the booth once she’d clocked in while also nagging about Mandi bringing the crunchy peanut butter. With her hands busy testing a snarky reply back, Mandi knocked on the back door with her foot. Almost losing her flip flop in he process.

It being a warm summer evening, she was rocking sandals, cut off jean shorts, a crop top, and her matching Louis Vuitton purse and sunglasses.

The door was unlocked by a huge man built like a fridge in a tan suit. “Evening, Mandi. Looking good tonight, girl,” he complimented while showing her in.

“Thanks, Clarence. Looking damn good yourself,” replied Mandi as she ran her hand over his chest. Which was as far as the petite blonde could reach without heels.

“Thanks, girl. Got the peanut butter?”

“Ugh, yes,” Mandi huffed and pouted.

“Good. She’s-”

“I know, I know,” Mandi sighed as she continued into the club.

Passing through the two security doors, giving Ollie, the man on duty, a hug, and hurried to her locker before he could ask her about peanut butter. Mandi dropped off her purse, sunglasses, switched into a pair of flats, and grabbed her phone then shut the locker door. She also greeted and made casual conversation with her gorgeous female coworkers in their various states of undress. There was new juicy gossip to be heard but Mandi excused herself to have her meeting with the boss. That’s when several squeezed in asking about peanut butter.

After assuring her co-workers, Mandi cut through the kitchen and the private rooms, to avoid the packed house. She nodded to Maddi the concierge along the way and caught a glimpse of Vanessa in the ‘Hay Loft’ room doing a lap dance. As she rode the elevator up and saw her reflection in the polished metal of the doors was reminded it was almost eight months to the day since Mandi Candi first strapped on heels. Those first few weeks felt like any out of body experience. Now it was just her usual Friday night shift.

Thomas hearing the apology from the enigmatic Miss Faye about his drink being spiked on accident didn’t change the fact his whole world was turned upside down. A medical leave of absence at Thomas’s job turned into long term leave and a flat out resignation six weeks ago. When the first two months passed well enough and Thomas was still Mandi he was upset but coping.

Then four months passed. Mandi Candi was a marketable name- thanks to Mandi and Jane’s wily promotion skills- while Thomas tried to figure what he was doing wrong. The six month mark passed without notice as it was close to Thomas’s birthday and Mandi was thrown a massive surprise party by her host of new friends. With things so busy and Mandi courting offers for modeling jobs, the last couple months flew by. The old Thomas would have been angrier at Jane, Faye, himself, and everything. Mandi had a cooler head on her shoulders and wasn’t into harboring animosity that would lead to wrinkles.

Mandi stepped off the elevator and avoided a near collision with a half-blind Scarlett in her skimpy puppy dog outfit and a face splattered with cumshots. They chose the sanity option of tapping elbows instead of a hug or shaking hands. Both had things to take care of but Scarlett was excited for when they shared the stage later. So Mandi went out thinking Jane wanted to showcase the pair’s new routine. As with Thomas, Mandi kept her record of partially correct assumptions going.

“There she is. Sweet Candi, how are you, hun?” Jane graciously greeted her friend and employee from behind her laptop screen. While she sounded pleasant, Jane's posture and speedy typing screamed all business.

“Guess I can’t complain. Got the weekend off so I got that to look forward to,” Mandi answered.

“That’s right. Your first weekend off since… Hmm, I can’t quite remember.”

“I’ve never had a full weekend off since I, ahem, started here,” Mandi clarified, clearing her throat.

Jane seemed surprised. “Is it? Huh. Well, then I guess you’re overdue! Have any plans?”

“Yeah, actually I-”

“Actually hold that thought until your first break,” Jane interrupted. “I need you on stage three in fifteen ready to go. Roxie had to leave early to pick her kid up from swim practice or something aquatic so we’ve got an empty stage. And you know how I hate an empty stage, Mandi.”

“Yea, yeah. I’m going,” Mandi grumbled as she slowly got up. “Could have just, like, texted me that and saved a girl a trip,” she added wryly.

Mandi was leaving when she heard something slide across the table towards her. When she looked there was a jewelry box. Inside was a custom diamond anklet made of gold and platinum charms shaped like fairies. Mandi blushed.

“I couldn’t text you that,” remarked Jane. “Figured you’ve deserved something for, well, everything. You’ve stuck it out with bare minimum brattiness, all things considered. You like it?”

“I love it,” Mandi gushed while trying not to tear up. “You know, the curse could decide today is the day. I’ve grown a lot and learned and, well, Thomas isn’t really the fairy anklet type.”

“Then tomorrow we can exchange it at the jewelers for a big fat watch or gaudy class ring or whatever guy’s like Thomas like. I’ll be sure to ask Thomas when I see him. Right now I’m talking to Mandi, and she has to be on stage three in nine minutes,” Jane took pleasure in pointing out.

“Was just saying. Anyway, I’ll go get in character,” Mandi humbly obliged.

Just as Mandi was leaving though, Jane called out, “Oh, and don’t-”

“I know! I didn’t forget the damned crunchy peanut butter! God!” complained Mandi dramatically as possible.

“That’s great, she’ll be happy about that, but what I was trying to tell you, miss sour candy, is try not to take as long as you usually do getting, yeah? You’ve got eight minutes.”

With no time for arguing or playful banter, Mandi stowed those feelings and took the short route to the back. She gracefully weaved around tables and through the throngs of handsy customers, down the stairs, and before taking a shortcut behind the car. Amy Lee and other co-workers said their hellos while customers wanted to buy her shots or get a picture. Pausing briefly when spotting Miss Faye at the end bar incognito with her usual drink and ambivalent expression. That changed when she saw Mandi and acknowledged her with a cordial tip of her hood. Faye’s presence always made Mandi feel safe at the expense of bringing to mind how she made it so safe.

Mandi had never seen a repeat customer in her eight months at The Peeping Venus. Two of those were on staff waiting tables that night. Making up for the loss of Sierra and two others by fulfillment of their curses. Turned out changing in the club was the best possible outcome for any chauvinist asshole guy who couldn’t help themselves. Those that walked out the door never walked back in.

Faye wasn’t always forthcoming with details of these men’s fates but would share the occasional anecdote. Painting a picture of men turned into cats, dogs, birds, rodents, and all manner of beast. She’d give them human wits to grow with but Mandi got the distinct impression not many of those sorts overcame their curse. She visited some of them, in the back alley, animal shelter, cage, or pasture, to see how they’re doing during her free time. Others found that sweet but Mandi sensed Faye loved to remind them of what they were and who put them there.

But Mandi wasn’t a strange bitch nursing a litter of puppies in an animal rescue like Will. Or pregnant and hooked to a milking machine like Levi. She was a beautiful, petite woman with a great job, benefits, and some reasonable hope of seeing Thomas in the mirror again. That kept Mandi focused as she rushed to apply her full makeup and get on stage in under two minutes.

“Where’s that slut with my fucking peanut butter?” screamed a very ornery, very sweet voice that Mandi had been expecting. Sure enough in the mirror behind her was Trixie and her six month pregnant belly. “Did you get it?!”

“It’s in my locker you spaz. I’ll grab it once I get off-”

“Get it now! I’m fucking starving!” Trixie roared while violently shaking the chair Mandi was in.

“Holy fuck, okay! I get you have cravings but it’s not my fault your boyfriend forgot to buy you some. Don’t bite my head off,” Mandi defended after acquiescing and getting up.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, Mandi. My hormones are all over the place. Magnus already left for work when I got up and you were my only lifeline. I love you so much for this, sweetie,” Trixie apologized as mood ebbed and flowed on the way to the locker room.

Mandi got Trixie her crunchy peanut butter and then finished her makeup, threw on a long, black lace shawl, and made her way to the curtain behind stage three with seconds to spare. She gave Vera the thumbs up that she was ready and waited to be announced.

“Eight months down with a day or lifetime of curse to go,” Mandi sighed before assuming a smoldering, sexy bearing as the curtain parted in front of her. Letting her shawl drop, Mandi strutted out to cheers in nothing but pumps and a dental floss bikini. Drinks were spilled, cameras flashed, and salaries were tossed at her in crumpled bill form. “I got this,” she reassured herself.

It would take more contemplation and acceptance for Thomas to conquer his curse- but the chance was there. If anyone could get him there it was Mandi. He just had to keep his chin up, her chest out, and let the stripper do her thing.