Strip-Dress Club

The Bromeliad Bay Strip-Dress Club was a marvel of transformation technology. In an era where change had become a staple of life, this was the club that dared to take it to a new level; to new heights of just how good a life of change could be.

Granted, there were plenty of other transformation-tease clubs along the Eastern Coast, but this was the one and only club to offer a change to the clients as well as to the performers.

After all, this dive had earned the name 'Strip-Dress Club'. For the low price of a hundred dollars, you could enter the show as a patron and leave as a random article of clothing—or vice versa.

For two hundred, you could even become part of a performer's uniform; remaining on them for the entire hot and sweaty night.

And for a police officer's badge... Well, that got you a bunch of uncomfortable stares and an occasional glare.

Detective Lee Wright was experiencing no shortage of ill looks himself—mostly from the staff. Both he and his partner were here on an active investigation: there was a real scumbag who'd last been seen in this area, currently wanted on grand theft auto and three charges of assault. He went by Baxter Graham, and thus far he'd been able to give all pursuing officers the slip.

The precinct had put up the case to any volunteers, and Lee's transformation-loving partner had signed them up without even a care for his feelings. Which, of course, had left him alone at their table while she ran and bought drinks.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that, people might catch on to you.” A light voice sang by his shoulder, and Lee turned to find the woman in question smiling at him, a drink in either hand. She offered one to him and he took it, swirling it gently.

“Han.” Lee nodded at her, gratefully taking the glass. Then he paused, noticing its vibrant swirl of fluorescent colors. “In what way is this straight bourbon?”

Detective Han Bak plopped down across from him, a grin on her face. “It's a mangojitotini, no salt on the rim and twice the rum.” She drank from hers with a smile. “They didn't have bourbon; this is the hardest thing on the menu.”

“Yeah, well this also has more vowels than the alphabet.” Lee sighed and sniffed it dubiously, taking a small sip of the drink. To his chagrin, it was the most delicious drink he'd ever had.

“Well?” Han watched him mischievously, the sparkle in her eyes telling him that she already knew what he thought about the fruity beverage.

“Shut up.” Lee muttered, taking another sip from his drink despite himself. “And keep your eyes on the stage. Aren't you into this?”

A young woman dressed as a police officer was slinking her way along the stage, massaging a pole like it was an oversized phallus. Even Lee found it a little distracting, though he didn't envy the clothes the woman was wearing.

Han looked to the woman Lee was eying jealously, a frown on her face. Evidently she didn't share his opinion regarding the performers. “I'd rather be onto... that... Don't say anything, it sounded better in my head.” She flushed and took another sip from her drink to fill the silence.

Lee smirked and drank a little more from his own. Han was no doubt furious that theirs was one of the few tables to not be transformed tonight, but they had business to do and it was awfully hard to arrest someone when you were a scrap of clothing.

“Tell you what, I'll treat you to a trip here in the future.” Lee grinned at her, winking.

“Better promise that.” Han smirked, looking through her her own cup at the dancers with interest. “You really think that this guy is one of our dancers' outfits?” She asked, arching an eyebrow dubiously as a stripper pulled off her top, tossing it into the air and letting it flutter to the ground.

When it touched the floor, the clothing vanished and a well-dressed businessman appeared in the empty booth across from the detectives.

Lee watched this with a mild air of disdain, looking back at his partner exasperatedly. “And to think that you want to join a bunch of lonely rich men, adorning a woman's body.”

The stripper let her skirt slip to the floor, the clothing popping from existence just like the tube top had—only for a gorgeous woman to appear beside the 'lonely' businessman across from them.

Han looked over to Lee with a languid smirk on her face. “You were saying?”

“So he's not lonely.” Lee rolled his eyes. “Guy probably paid for her to be his date for the evening.”

Han pointed to the two subtly, a smile still on her face. “You're slipping. Notice the rings?”

Lee looked at the two again, groaning inwardly at the pair of matching wedding bands on the two. “All right, you've had your fun. But we still haven't found our suspect yet.”

Lee kept his eyes focused on the booths around the pair, watching as person after person popped into existence, appearing one after another. And yet none of them were the man the detectives were looking for.

As the last article of clothing fell to the ground, Lee let out a frustrated groan and downed the last of his drink. So much for that lead.

“Well, I guess that Baxter wasn't cut of the clientèle's cloth.” Han smirked happily, watching one of the naked dancers shake out her platinum blond hair. At least she seemed to have enjoyed the show, making it not a complete waste of time.

“No, none of them are our guy...” Lee grunted, sighing to himself. “Looks like tonight's another dead end.” He stood to leave, but Han stalled him by grabbing his hand.

“Or not.” She said quietly. “I said none of the clientèle could be our killer.”

Lee blinked, not quite catching what she was on to. “Come again?” He asked, his brow furrowing as he reviewed the details of the case. Nothing sprung to mind, and he began to suspect that his younger partner was leading him on.

“When we were going over this club... Didn't that blond stripper start dancing around the time our guy went missing?” Her eyes were narrowed, and she gave off the exact feel of a bloodhound on the scent.

“You mean to say that you think she might be our missing dirtbag?” Lee blinked, looking closer at the attractive woman. She blew him a kiss and he shivered quietly, looking back to his partner with wide eyes. Transgender transformations were the most common, and he chided himself for not realizing it sooner.

Then he noticed that something was amiss about Han. She had that look in her eyes that she did when about to disobey orders, and Lee's gut started to sink instinctively.

“What aren't you telling me?” He asked, growling lowly under his breath.

“Well… I spoke with the manager while I was getting us drinks. And you know what? They said yes!” Han grinned, clapping her hands gently.

“Yes to what? To that woman being a recent hire?” Lee asked, eying the woman warily and reaching for his gun. Han's hand on his stilled him, and he turned to her with a small frown.

“Yes to that... And to activating our booth so we could deal with 'her' when there are less witnesses around.”

It took Lee a moment to catch onto what she was talking about, only to blink in surprise as the gears finally fit into place with one another. “Han...” He began, a sharp tone to his voice.

“You'll forgive me.” She winked back at him, smirking. And as the last word left her mouth, their table began to whir to life.

A bright blue light filled Lee’s world, and there was the entirely upsetting feeling of being turned inside out. Then the blue turned dark to a satin black, and Lee found himself in a different body entirely.

Lee would have screamed if he could, but it didn't seem that he had lungs anymore. Or a body, at least not one that he was used to. He was on-stage beneath a pair of women's panties, lacy lingerie that seemed too delicate for a strip club.

A large pair of female hands picked up the panties, and Lee shivered as he saw their suspect slip on the delicates, a smile on the woman's face. Then more clothing appeared atop Lee, and he found his vision obscured once more.

He used his blindness to focus himself; to get a better bearing for what he'd become. He felt very rigid and unmoving—even for clothes, and there was an odd sensation of being split into two places.

The latter meant that he couldn't be a single object, though there was a slight element of softness to his top, meaning that he couldn't be a pair of bangles...

The only thing that a woman would have two of would be a pair of shoes. And given the fact that he hadn't seen any of the strippers in anything less than high heels left that as the form he'd become.

Sure enough, as Baxter slipped on the pair of shorts that had obscured Lee's vision, Lee was able to see that her feet were the only part of her left unclothed. He groaned and braced himself as the man he'd been chasing slipped his feet into Lee's body, wearing him like any other pair of heels.

The first thing Lee noticed was the smell. Their goon might have transformed his body into that of a woman, but his odor still reeked of maleness. It was a foul and acrid stench that permeated every fiber of his being—literally! He had fibers now!

The thought was as incredible as it was nauseating, and Lee promised himself that he’d get Han back for this. Then he remembered the panties that had once been slipped gingerly atop his form, and he chuckled inwardly. If Baxter's feet were this bad, he couldn’t imagine what his crotch smelled like.

Then again, at least it smelled like the guy bathed like a woman, letting Lee focus on the sweet coconut scent of his body wash. That made the ride a little less bearable—though it did mean that the detective's attention was free to be focused on the pressure on his body.

Lee hadn't realized what it would feel like to have a fully-grown person standing on his body until this point, and to his surprise it was hardly uncomfortable. His body was built to support the weight, and though his stiletto heels protested gently with each step, he was completely comfortable.

It was like having a warm blanket pressing down on his body, coaxing him into submission, and Lee could almost find himself relaxing in the comfort of being worn, of having someone standing on him. The only thing keeping him on edge was the knowledge that this 'woman' was anything but.

Still, it was a solid plan, and Lee and Han would be able to follow the dirtbag back to his apartment while being worn by him. This would have been the best sting operation that Lee was a part of—were it not for a pair of young bounty hunters arriving at the same conclusion that Lee and Han had come to moments before.

“Freeze!” A man shouted at a booth, pulling a revolver out of his coat. He was dressed like some character from an action movie, and Lee groaned inwardly. Great. Civilains always tended to muck up clean arrests.

The man's partner stood up a moment later with a canister of pepper spray in his hand. “Nobody move! We're bounty hunters and this is an arrest! That woman ain't a woman! She's Baxter Graham!”

It was all melodramatic flair, and it set Lee on edge. If they wanted to arrest him, they should have waited for him to get somewhere with less of a crowd. Or at least get him in range of the pepper spray first.

Sure enough, Baxter yelped, looking to his left and then to his right. Then he smirked at the bounty hunters, flipping them off. As he did, he shifted his leg slightly, the calf opening to reveal a hidden pistol.

A transformation that included a prosthetic? Now Lee was starting to get impressed: whoever transformed Baxter really knew their stuff; no way this guy was working alone!

Unfortunately for the bounty hunters, they didn't notice the slight shift in the woman's calf, too busy being distracted by the offensive gesture.

“Hey, screw you too!” The bounty hunter with the gun called, raising his pistol.

Lee braced himself inwardly, watching as Baxter simply slipped his gun free of its holster, plugging the guy twice in the chest. Thankfully, it seemed his bullets were dummy rounds, and instead of dying, the bounty hunter was simply knocked flat on his ass, undoubtedly unconscious.

“Barnes!” The man's partner yelped, triggering his canister of pepper spray. Of course the cloud didn't even reach halfway towards Baxter, and the man gawped in shock. Then he charged forward, no doubt intending to use his buff form to subdue their target instead.

It was a stupid plan, but it might have worked—were it not for the pepper spray he'd just unleashed. The man yelped and fell onto the ground, screaming and covering his eyes just like the loving couple he'd accidentally sprayed. No doubt that would be a pricey lawsuit in the future.

Still, none of that was Lee's problem. No, Lee's problem was the 'woman' that was wearing him, who turned to make a mad dash for the exit. This time, Lee felt his share of discomfort, the thumping of Baxter's feet as he ran more than a little unpleasant.

Thump, thump, thump... It was a constant pounding on Lee's heels, and he began to feel hot and muggy as Baxter's feet began to sweat. The detective resolved to give the man an extra hit or two after he'd made his arrest.

Thankfully, Baxter had a car parked in the strip-dress club's lot, meaning that Lee didn't need to have much pressure on himself for too long. He let out a sigh of relief as the stripper slipped into his car, peeling out of the lot in a hurry.

It was then that Lee realized the biggest problem with being a pair of shoes: he had no way to tell where they were going. The only thing that he could tell was when their suspect hit the gas or pressed on the brakes, which was maddeningly unhelpful.

Still, it'd be worse to be Han. In her crotch-mashed position, she was just in this for the ride, nothing more and nothing less. Lee chuckled at the thought of how upset she no doubt was, trapped to such an embarrassing body.

They stopped a few minutes later, and Lee breathed a sigh of relief when Baxter stepped out from the car. Lee recognized the place, which meant that calling for backup would be that much easier.

Then he realized the flaw in Han's plan: how were they supposed to change back? They had no transformation reverters, which meant they were stuck in these bodies until someone came to rescue them!

To Lee's immense surprise, the solution came remarkably quickly. There were a bunch of loud pops that filled the air, and just like that Baxter was naked save for his heels. A crowd of screaming people appeared around him, all of them panicking save one.

Han had her pistol drawn and pointed at Baxter's chest, and she fixed him with her most intimidating glare. “You even think of drawing that gun and I'll show you the meaning of 'excessive force', asshole.”

Lee looked up at her in surprise from his position on Baxter's feet, wondering how she'd changed back. His partner sent him a bemused grin, though her eyes were unwaveringly focused on Baxter's hands. “You enjoying yourself there, Lee?”

When he didn't respond, she paused and sent her glance down to Baxter's feet. “Um... You do know that the transformation ends if you think of a safeword, right?”

Unfortunately, the distraction meant that Baxter had enough time to slip his gun out again, and Han squeaked as she found herself staring down a barrel.

“Now...” Baxter began, his hand unwavering as he tossed some of his female form's long hair over his shoulder. “I know that these are dummy rounds, but that doesn't mean they won't hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. So drop the piece, and maybe we all walk away from this in one piece.”

Han frowned, but to Lee's immense displeasure she began to lower her gun. Then she said the word 'bongos'.

Lee blinked in surprise. Bongos? Why would she think about—

He had the feeling of being twisted inside out again, and just like that he was himself again. And better yet, he was behind Baxter, who had started to fall thanks to suddenly being a few inches shorter.

“Well, then.” Lee smirked, dropping his elbow hard onto the stripper's throat and sending her choking to the ground. “How about that?” He chuckled and looked up to Han to find her rolling her eyes.

“You didn't listen to a word I had to say about the transformation tech the club used, did you?” She asked, pulling out her handcuffs.

“I skimmed.” Lee admitted, changing the subject a moment later. “So, what's next for your fantasies? Being made into a bedspread? Some real 'under-the-covers' work?” He chuckled and kicked Baxter for good measure.

“And risk having people make love atop me? Thanks, but no thanks.” Han crinkled her nose. “You know that he was getting off on wearing me? I could feel his juices sinking into me...” She shivered with disgust. “I don't even want to think about the hot-and-sweaty staining my form...”

Lee nodded sagely, glad that his partner had finally found the sense in her transformation obsession.

“Although...” She continued, dashing his budding hopes. “That surprise backup was certainly useful... I think that we could work on that a little more...” The woman smiled, her brow furrowing as her brain began to work at a thousand miles per minute.

Lee's heart only sank more, and he realized that his tango with transformation was far from over...