[TG] Switching Roles - Part 4 (Patreon)

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Now used to inhabiting his wife's body, James is thrown a curve ball when he is taken to perform at a strip club. 

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The last few weeks had been interesting ones for James. Since both he and Alice worked from home there were no questions about his new appearance; as a couple they had mostly kept to themselves and as a result, he had been in her body for almost a month and there had been nobody to question it. He was stuck in a constant cycle of delicious pleasure and humiliation. Alice had decided she liked her new dominant side and that being a man was quite preferable and so had taken it upon herself to turn James into her perfect little housewife. She bought him frilly underwear, took him shopping for dresses and taught him how to do housework and every time he played his new role to her satisfaction he was rewarded; and what wonderful rewards they were. James had never known such pleasures could exist Over these past few weeks he had cum harder and more frequently than he ever had as a man and despite the humiliation, he could not get enough. He loved the hungry look in Alice’s eyes, the way his former body was so strong when it held him. He loved the gentle strokes that came with words of praise almost as much as he loved being spanked as punishment for not doing the dishes right. As lovely as the rewards for obedience were, the punishments for the opposite were just as delicious; either way he won.

So when Alice came home with a new shopping bag and told him to go get in the car he was eager to see what she had planned. They didn't leave the house much except to go shopping but the bag suggested she had already gone without him. He felt a pang at that; modelling in the dressing room was always so embarrassing but it made the inevitable orgasm he received for putting up with it all the sweeter. He sat, wearing his plain blue dress and apron as Alice drove them not to the mall but down town to the seedier underbelly of the city. James had to admit he was a little nervous; this part of town was known for crime and muggings. He no longer had the brawn of his male body and he was thankful his big, strong wife would be there to defend him. They pulled up outside what had to be the most stereotypical strip club he had ever seen; complete with a sign containing a neon outline of a woman on a pole and three large Xs painted across the windows. James looked at her curiously, did she mean for him to watch the stripper perform so that he could give her a private show later. His cheeks flushed at the thought, embarrassed and aroused in equal measure.

He was no stranger to strip clubs, in fact, before this switch he had been a regular visitor to a much more upscale establishment, something he knew Alice was aware of. He had explained it was simply something men needed, they had higher libidos after all and Alice had not always been able to get him going. Now he felt a stab of shame at those words; he imagined having to stand and watch as Linda watched those exotic dancers with him on the sidelines and he burned with jealousy. He vowed to take mental notes to the best of his ability; he would satisfy her, he would be a good girl. The best girl.

“Come on.” Alice smiled, taking his hand gently, “I have organised a little favour with the owner of this place. We’re going to have such fun!”

She pulled him inside and he couldn’t help but breathe in the thick, slightly smokey air. It was fairly crowded, most of the patrons crowded around a woman on stage slowly divesting herself of what little clothing she had on while winding her way around a pole. Alice leaned in close.

“That’ll be you soon.”

“What?” He gasped, “M-me? Up there?”

Alice nodded, holding up the bag.

“Your costume, I have it all worked out with the owner.” She beamed.

“B-but I don't know how to dance or use a strip pole or…anything!” He argued, eyes darting all over the crowd.

There were so many men; they would all be looking at him, all watching his naked body and judging him. The idea made him quiver, a small amount of wetness leaking out from his hole. Alice pouted for a moment, mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think we both know you get off on being humiliated.” She cooed, “The less training you have the better.”

She took his hand once more, leading him down the dark side of the room to a small door that led backstage. There were half a dozen girls in various states of undress sitting at their tables who barely spared them a passing glance. A tall, red haired woman who had the most fabulous legs James had ever seen greeted them and smiled. The white glint of her teeth reminded him of a shark; her red hair like blood in the water.

“So, this is Alice?” She purred, “I have to say, you’re a lucky girl. Your husband has paid quite a lot to get you up on stage with no prior practice.”

“I’ll do my best.” He squeaked.

“My wife has a humiliation fetish.” Alice said nonchalantly, “She is also a massive attention whore, the idea of all those men out there probably has her wet already.”

James shifted uncomfortably on his feet; it was true.

“Well then we’d better get you dressed and dolled up!” The red hair said with a clap of her hands, “You’re on next!”

James felt helpless as he was dragged over to a spare makeup table and ordered to strip. Right there in the open for all the other women to see. He looked down at himself, his lovely curves seemed so small and boring compared to the giant, likely fake, breasts of all these other ladies. He hadn't felt this self conscious about undressing since Alice first made the change. This feeling was compounded by the smirks and dismissive looks from the other strippers; they saw nothing to be intimidated by.

“Now, now girls, it’s not about size, but how you use it.” The red head chided as she handed over the bag Alice had bought with them.

With equal measure of dread and excitement James reached into the bag and drew out the outfit within. It was all one piece, a leotard made of a sheer sheer fabric. Rings of black ribbon around each arm and leg hole as well as the neck. It was simple and obscured the view of the skin below just enough to be alluring. The whole thing was made of the same delicate material, the thin fabric would do nothing to hide his pussy and more concerningly, there was no fabric to soak up his slickness. It would soak the leotard in moments and then have nowhere to go but down his legs. In front of everybody. The whole room would see how desperate and horny he was and there was nothing James could do to stop it.

He bit his lip and carefully put the piece on. Alice gave him an approving look as the ribbon collar came to rest around his neck.

“Good luck, sweetheart!” She called, heading for the door, “I’ll be watching!”

‘You and everybody else’ he thought, rubbing his legs together almost subconsciously at the thought.

“Careful now!” The head stripper warned, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t go ripping that stuff! It’s so thin, if you put too much friction on it you’ll be naked before you know it!”

She proceeded to push him down into a seat, turning the chair away from the mirror and forcing him to pout as she applied a thick layer of red lipstick. Fake lashes were attached to his eyes, framing his vision in black strokes and causing the lids to become hooded with the weight. Several women painted glitter swirls on his skin while another teased and sprayed his hair into a blonde, floating halo. When they were finally finished, he turned and saw a completely different person staring back at him from the mirror. Gone was the timid, submissive housewife; in her place a wild woman, skin tattooed with swirls of glitter with wild bed hair looked back at him. She looked like a wild animal, ready to be ravished; with the pink of her nipples and dark mound of hair between her legs were visible through her sheer outfit.

Outside in the club the music faded to silence as the woman who had been performing as he entered finally appeared backstage. Wiping sweat and god knows what else from her body. A raunchy tune with plenty of bass and trumpets started up and James felt himself freeze as expectant eyes turned on him. The red haired woman reached up, grabbing a microphone from the side stage and spoke, eyes locked on James.

“Gentlemen, a special treat for you tonight. Introducing Alice! By day a normal housewife whose husband is with us tonight. It seems they want to spice things up and our little innocent Alice has a humiliation fetish!”

Why was she telling them that? James felt smaller than he ever had, but also, paradoxically aroused. One of the women was leading him to the stage, a thin curtain all that separated him from that hungry crowd.

“Let’s give her a warm welcome to the stage!”

There was a push at his back and suddenly he was flying forward. Skidding on his bare feet and literally falling out onto the stage as his legs tangled in the velvet curtain. He landed on his back and the crowd went wild with laughs as he desperately got to his feet. The lights dazzled him and he whimpered, the music was so suggestive but he had no idea how to move himself. Somebody yelled at him to start moving but he didn't know how; there were so many eyes on him, he scanned the crowd but couldn't find Alice anywhere.

Lacking any better ideas he began to sway his hips back and forth to the tune of the music, earning a few wolf whistles here and there. The praise emboldened him and he began to slowly strut down the runway toward the pole. It was glittering silver under the spotlight and filled him with some unidentifiable emotion. Just as he was beginning to get the hang of things, James felt a hand on his ass. It was so sudden he squealed, jumping away and as he did so, a quiet ripping sound joined the music. He looked back to see a jeering man with a handful of his sheer leotard and in horror, he twisted to confirm that yes, one of his ass cheeks was now fully on display. His whole body burned, a blush spreading across not only his cheeks but his shoulders, tits and ass. Just as it threatened to swallow him whole, the crowd began to cheer. More hands were reaching up to pet and touch him, each hoping to get a piece of that outfit. They all wanted him so badly and that knowledge made him moan. The touches sent shivers across his skin and he slid down to his knees to allow them better access. Rolling to his stomach, then back so they could easily touch each of his curves. He spread his legs wide, splitting the leotard open and exposing his pussy to the air.

He felt wild and naughty; how did Alice feel, watching all these men touch him? One slipped a finger into his hole and he moaned, pressing back against it. They were calling him names, laughing at how out of control and horny he was but he didn't care. He just wanted more. He’d thought being at Alice’s mercy was pure pleasure but now, with a whole crowd admiring him he felt more than he ever had before. The pleasure was so great he was almost having an out of body experience; only vaguely aware that the wails of ecstasy he could hear were coming from his own mouth. His outfit was practically gone now, leaving him in nothing but rings of black ribbon. Somewhere in the crowd he could hear Alice cheering for him and that was all he needed to cum; knowing he'd pleased her. As the crowd cheered for him, those fingers still twisting inside him James moaned. He really hoped Alice would bring him here again.

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