New Dancer

You were a pretty normal guy. You had a job, a house, and friends to hang out with. You did have one secret though, you had a huge fetish for Asian women. So much so, that it was unhealthy. In order to keep this from your friends, you only ever let it out at home or at the strip club. One night at the club, the owner came over to you and sat down. “I see you in here pretty often, though you only ever watch the Asian dancers. Why is that?” She asks. She was an Asian woman herself, so you had to keep yourself in check. “I’ve just got a huge fetish for Asian women.” You reply sheepishly. She scoffs, “You know it really isn’t healthy to fetishize a race.” You look ashamed. “I’ll let it slide, you seem harmless. Though I would like a favor from you, go to the backstage door and tell the bouncer I sent you, he’ll know where to send you.” She says, standing up and walking away. You nod and follow her instructions, being led to a room backstage by the bouncer. He leads you inside and closes the door. You look around and see a blue dress sitting on a chair. There is a closet and a vanity in the room. This must be a dressing room for one of the dancers. You walk to the chair and grab the dress. As you do, a strange feeling runs through you.

You feel quite dizzy as the world around you grows larger, or in reality, you grow smaller. All the sudden, you found yourself much thinner, and 5'2"(1.57m)! You tried to scream, but nothing came out. As if on autopilot, your body sat down in the chair and reached for the make-up. As you applied, your face softened and shifted. Your nose shrunk a bit and your eyebrows thinned and became manicured. Your lips plumped up, but the largest change was your eyes. They widened a bit, but soon gained epicanthic folds, giving you a distinct Asian look. You grabbed some earrings as your ears became pierced. You started working on your hair. It grew out down to your shoulders, and your body started to style it into soft curls. You stood up after your head was finished and you removed your clothes. Reaching down, you picked up the dress and put it on. Knowing what came next, you were not excited, but you were just a passenger in your body, doomed to watch it change. Your body hair began to disappear as your skin tone shifted to that of a beautiful Asian woman. Your stomach flattened out and your waist pulled in, leaving you with an hourglass figure. You felt a pressure in your chest, and soon it exploded, the dress filling with huge breasts!

Your hips began to expand and you ass quickly followed suit, becoming plump and sexy. Your body slipped on some heels as you felt the final change begin. Your penis shrunk and shrunk, until there was nothing left. Soon a vagina formed, and you were left a complete woman.

The owner walked in the room shortly after your change completed. “Hey girl!” She says, “How’s my most popular dancer?” Your body smiles, “Good miss, I go out on stage?” You ask in your new accent. “Yes! You’re next! Knock ‘em dead!” She says, leading you out. You hear your introduction and your body struts out onto the stage.

TWO MONTHS LATER

You’re back in your dressing room after a big night of dancing. You really were a crowd pleaser. Nothing got you more excited than the idea of those sexy white men getting off to your body. You saw so many sexy guys tonight, but one guy stood out. You told the bouncer to send him back to your dressing room. You knew it was against the rules, but who could say no to you? You hear a knock on the door. You unzip your dress and let your huge tits free. 

“Come in!” You say. The door opens and the sexy white guy walks in. He looks kind of stunned. You continue to strip, getting down to only your heels. “Want fuck?” You ask bluntly. He nods and starts to undress. You can’t wait to taste that white cock, to feel it inside of you. This life sure is amazing.