Lipstick & Miniskirts

by John Dylena

  “Holy shit!” he said in a voice he didn’t recognize. It was high-pitched and distinctly feminine. “Holy shit!” he said again. “I… I have a woman’s voice! And a woman’s body!”

  As his face began to tingle, he watched his appearance change. His beard vanished as his jawline reformed—gone was his Adam’s apple. As his face feminized, his hair grew out and lightened, transforming into a vibrant shade of platinum blonde. His eyebrows thinned and his irises changed from dark brown to bright Caribbean blue. His lips plumped and his teeth became perfectly straight and white.

  Alex waited a moment, but nothing else altered. The transformation, it seemed, was complete.

  “This can’t be happening!” he whimpered, examining his body in disbelief. “I’m like, totally a chick!” He froze. “Did I just say, ‘like, totally’?! Oh-em-gee, I like, totally did!” He covered his mouth with his hands, fearing more vapid words would escape his mouth.

  This is not good. The blonde hair, the speech… I’ve turned into a bimbo!

  “Excuse me, miss? You’re in the wrong restroom.”

  Alex froze. He looked at the mirror to see the man standing in the doorway. He turned to face him.

  “Oops! My bad. I was in a hurry and wasn’t looking where I was going,” he giggled. “Excuse me!” He hurried past the man and back into the park.

  That came naturally, even the giggle…

  In the desolate silence surrounding him his mind replayed the previous day’s events, searching for the reason behind the transformation. Then he remembered the wound on his arm and how much it had hurt right before his body had changed.

  Autumn! I have to talk to her. She scratched me yesterday when I saved her from falling.

  Alex arrived at the strip club and hesitated. He waited on the sidewalk across the street from the building. Looking down at his watch, which now barely clung to his tiny wrist, he saw that it would be prime time at the club. A couple of people were in line outside, and as the door opened and closed, he could see a full house inside.

  I can’t go in the front doors. Maybe there’s a side entrance for the dancers?

  He sprinted down the street and walked past the front doors, avoiding any eye contact with the patrons in line. Ignoring the catcalls, he turned down the alleyway he remembered Autumn coming out of. In the glow of an orange light, he saw a metallic door with a sign that said “No Admittance — Dancers Only”. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The door opened to a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. The walls were clean but barren save for a couple doors leading to other rooms. At the end of the hallway was a large locker and dressing room. There were several girls chatting as they quickly changed into different outfits.

  Alex dove back into the darkness of the hallway. The women were stripping down naked without a care in the world. He slowly poked his head into the locker room once more and scanned for Autumn. With the rack of different colored wigs within reach, he looked again to make sure he didn’t accidentally skip her.

  Shit, I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe she’s on stage?

  He waited in the hallway for another minute or two. A male announcer introduced the ladies and they all left the locker room to go on stage. With the place empty, Alex quickly searched for Autumn’s locker.

  “Who are you?” he heard a male voice say. Alex turned to see an older gentleman, whom he recognized as Angus, the owner, standing in the hallway. “Well? You gonna answer me?”

  “Sorry! I’m a friend of Autumn and was looking for her. Is she here?”

  Angus rubbed his chin. “She hasn’t come in yet.”

  “Oh. Well, do you have her number so I can call her?”

  Angus dug around his pockets for a piece of paper and pulled a pen out of the other. He started writing, then stopped and squinted at Alex.

  “If you’re her friend, shouldn’t you have her number?”

  Uh oh! Quick, think of something!

  “I just got a new phone and her number isn’t in it.”

  “Oh, okay.” He continued scribbling down her number. Then he stepped forward to hand it to Alex, but pulled back at the last second.

  “Hey, before I give this to you, would you consider filling in for Autumn for tonight? I’m shorthanded at the moment and you’ve got a great body. Have you danced before?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Would you like to?”

  No! You have to go find Autumn!

  Come on, it’ll be fun!

  Alex looked around the room for the voice, but the only people there were him and the manager.

  A menagerie of outfits dangled from shiny clothing racks and a variety of high heels were lined up below. Angus walked past him and quickly skimmed through the outfits, then grabbed a shiny pink and silver bra and matching miniskirt. Then he dug through a drawer and grabbed a black thong and a pair of shiny silver platform heels.

  “Here. I think this outfit is perfect for you. Don’t worry, everything is cleaned on a daily basis.”

  “I, uh…” Alex said, looking at the items in Angus’ hands.

  Yes, dancing is fun! Bimbos love to dance.

  There it is again… Where is this voice coming from?

  Alex bit his lip and twirled his hair as he thought about it.

  “I’ll give you two hundred dollars, plus whatever tips you get.”

  “Okay! That totally sounds like fun!” he giggled. “No harm in trying, right?”

  Wait, what? What the hell did I just say?

  Angus smiled as he handed Alex the outfit. “Just knock on my door when you’re ready to go out.”

  Alex nodded as he took the items from Angus.

  What are you doing—

  Oh, lighten up! This totally sounds like fun, right—being on stage and dancing for all the horny men. Maybe one of them will invite you to do a private dance!

  He giggled as he stripped out of his man clothes and tossed them into one of the vacant lockers. For the first time since the transformation, he could see his new body in full view. He turned to the side and looked at his appearance from several different angles.

  Yum! So sexy!

  “So. Totally. Hot,” he said as he gave his reflection a kiss and giggled some more.

  Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?

  I’m you, silly. I’m the bimbo trying to come out. Don’t you want to be a bimbo?

  No! I’m a guy!

  Well, we’ll see about that.

  Alex blinked and his body moved on its own.

  He walked back to the bench and got dressed. He put on the bra, tying it in the back and then the black thong. He pulled the side straps up so they rode the curve of his hips. He put on the miniskirt and adjusted the thong straps so they could be seen. The skirt left nothing to the imagination, showcasing his panties with little effort.

  He sat down on the bench and put on the heels. To his surprise, they fit perfectly. He stood up and was shocked further when he realized that walking in the six-inch heels came naturally.

  He sat down at the vanity and instinctively touched up his makeup. Once he was satisfied, he knocked on the manager’s door.

  Angus came out and commented on how sexy he looked as he walked down the hallway. “Wait a second. I forgot to ask you for your name.”

  “Abby,” Alex replied.

  “Abby… hmm.”

  “Something wrong?”

  “Needs some pizzazz,” he said as he scratched his chin. “Got it, your stage name for tonight will be ‘Sweet Abby’. How does that sound?”

  “It’s cute!” Alex replied, bouncing excitedly. A couple of the girls came back into the locker room.

  Stop doing this to me!

  “Girls, girls, this is Abby. She will be going on tonight instead of Autumn. This is her first time, so help her out some.”

  “Okay, sure,” one of them said, regarding Alex with a smile. “It’s pretty energetic out there, so just keep moving to the beat and you’ll be fine.”<
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  “Yeah,” another agreed. “The guys are pretty drunk, so you could be a huge klutz and still do great.”

  “Boss, what happened to Autumn?”

  “I don’t know. She hasn’t come in yet and I haven’t heard from her.” The three girls frowned, but Angus was nonplussed.

  “Abby, when you go out on stage, you’ll take the pole to your left. Make sure you put on a good show! Just wait for me to call you.” He winked then disappeared through the curtain.

  A stripper in a cotton candy pink wig winked at him. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. You’ve got a great body so I’m sure the guys will eat you up.”

  “Thanks,” Alex replied. He was getting a little nervous.

  Outside in the club, the music died down.

  “Gentlemen! I have a treat for you tonight!” Angus’s voice echoed over the loudspeaker, followed by hoots and hollers from drunk and horny patrons. “Tonight we have a special guest! Her curves are killer and her face is a real treat!”

  Cheers and catcalls filled the club. Behind Alex, the other dancers were waiting anxiously to see how the new girl would perform. He took a deep breath and shook the nervous energy out of his hands.

  “I give you… Sweet Abby!”

  Showtime!

  Alex stepped forward through the curtain and into the spotlight, his heels clicking as he walked to his pole.

  Time flew by. Before he realized it, it was nearing midnight. His song came to an end and he gave a final bow before leaving the stage. Stuffed in his bra, thong, and miniskirt were all kinds of bills. He eagerly removed them and rolled them up into a wad, ignoring the glares he received from some of the other women. It wasn’t until he saw the clock on the wall in the locker room that he realized what time it was.

  Holy shit! It’s midnight! I just wasted the night dancing when I should be looking for Autumn.

  But you had fun instead. That was so much fun, right?

  It was… No, wait—it wasn’t!

  He quickly changed out of the costume, tossing it into the dirty clothes bin and put his normal clothes back on. He had just put his shirt on when Angus came out of his office.

  “Damn, lady! That was a good show. You sure this was your first time?”

  “Yup!” Alex replied.

  “Here, take my card. If you’re looking for a permanent job, give me a call. I’d love to have you as one of my regulars.”

  Alex nodded, taking the card and stuffing it into his back pocket. “Thanks. It was a lot of fun, shaking my butt and like, dancing and stuff. It was like, totally addicting. But I’ve got to take care of some personal stuff first before I decide on anything.”

  Really?

  Come on, relax a little. Geez!

  Angus smiled. He put on a happy face, but his eyes betrayed him; he was devastated. “Be sure to call!”

  Alex returned the smile as he walked out the door holding Autumn’s information. The moment he stepped outside, he felt his body become his own again.

  Phew! I’m exhausted.

  It’s probably too late to go after her. I’ll just head home and find her tomorrow.

  He walked out of the alleyway and signaled a cab. Using some of the money he made that night, he returned to his apartment.

  Once inside, he did a thorough sweep of his place, checking to see if anything else changed. He sighed with relief when he found his apartment to be exactly the same as he’d left it.

  The exhaustion from the transformation and the hours of dancing hit him like a freight train. He wobbled into his room and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep in his clothes.

  What he saw in the morning terrified him.

  The sun was shining brightly when he woke. The clock on his nightstand read 10:43 a.m. He reached out and saw his nails were still long and pink. He inhaled and felt the weight of his body pressing down on his two large breasts as he woke up on his stomach. His blonde hair was disheveled and he pressed his face back into his pillow as he realized he was still a woman.

  Mumbling obscenities, he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom, putting down the toilet seat in order to relieve his filled bladder. He stared at his reflection as he washed his hands, planning out the day.

  First things first: breakfast and a shower. Then I go find Autumn.

  His reflection spoke back to him. “I don’t know, maybe we should like, go shopping for some new clothes or something.”

  Shopping? Really?

  “Totally. Look, I can’t go around the town dressed in man-clothes. I’ll only get a couple of outfits… and some shoes… some underwear… ooh, and a purse!”

  Alex mentally sighed, realizing he had no other choice. Fine. Just don’t empty my bank account.

  “Yay! I promise—like, pinky-swear promise.”

  I’m going to regret this.

  A quick breakfast and shower later, Alex hopped in his car and was on the way to the local mall.

  He had only been to this mall a couple of times to get a gift for a friend, but never to do serious shopping. Growing up he had his mom and older sister to do all the shopping. They would come home with clothes for him and he would try them on and keep what fit, and they would return what didn’t.

  Showing up to the mall now was scary. He didn’t know the first thing about women’s clothes, the different sizes, names, fabrics… any of it. However, like the makeup and the instant ability to walk in high heels the night before, he was sure that this new female mentality would also come with shopping savvy.

  It was awkward walking around with a body like that in loose jeans and a baggy t-shirt, not to mention the typical man’s wallet in the back pocket, but “Abby” was anxious to remedy that. He had a pretty cushy bank account thanks to a well-paying job with no major expenses, but he had seen how much some things cost, and he was sure if this new side of him was allowed to go crazy with his credit card he’d wind up in debt with more outfits than he’d ever need.

  At least, he hoped he wouldn’t.

  This curse better not be permanent. How am I going to explain this at work?!

  He walked into the women’s department and looked for a new purse. He quickly found a simple, tan leather one and bought it, throwing his wallet in and moving on to the clothing section proper.

  There, no more lame billfold. A lady needs her purse.

  Riding shotgun to his bimbo alter ego, what Alex witnessed was nothing short of a montage.

  He watched as she tried on outfits of all shapes, sizes and colors. In the end, he walked out of the mall with several complete outfits, including the one he wore: a silver dress with black platform heels. He also purchased a couple sets of undergarments, a makeup kit, some feminine hygiene products, and a few pieces of jewelry. While it did put a dent in his bank account, it wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d thought it would be.

  It was late in the afternoon when he finally returned to his apartment carrying several bags. He put the clothes away and dug up the information Angus had given him the previous night. Scribbled on a piece of paper was a phone number and address. He picked up his phone and called the number, but it rang out and the answering machine picked up. He hung up, grabbed his purse and headed downstairs.

  A quick wave of his hand and a yellow taxi pulled right up. He gave the driver the address and the old cab sped off down the street past the strip club where this all had begun.

  In the middle of the day, the building looked completely different. The lights that advertised the girls and the drinks were off. The place looked hollow, almost sad.

  Alex looked away from the club, instead turning his head down. His legs were crossed as the hem of his dress showed off his smooth, toned thighs. His hands rested on his knees, his fingernails still bright pink and perfectly smooth. He had to lean forward slightly, as his breasts blocked most of his vision when looking down.

  In his contemplation, he didn’t notice the taxi had stopped.

  “Miss, we’re here.”

  He looked outsid
e the window to see a high-rise apartment building in the upscale part of town.

  “That’ll be $15.60,” he heard the cab driver say.

  Alex handed him a twenty and smiled. He got out of the cab and dug through his purse, looking for the piece of paper with the information scribbled on it. Behind him the cab sped off, disappearing into traffic. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the scribbled note one last time before entering the apartment building.

  He kept his eyes forward as he walked across the marble lobby, his purse slung over his shoulder as his hips swayed back and forth. Alex grimaced with each step and the clicks of his heels echoed throughout the nearly empty lobby.

  In the corner, two businessmen sat quietly discussing something. Their hushed conversation stopped as Alex walked across the lobby toward the elevator, and despite how much effort he put into it, he couldn’t fight the urge to look back at them over his shoulder.

  The men were sharply dressed and gorgeous. One had dark hair and eyes and rough stubble covered his cheeks and chin. The other had shiny blond hair and green eyes. Alex could feel the weight of their stares. They visually undressed him, looking past his tight dress to his sensual curves, large perky breasts and plump ass.

  Alex bit his lip as he hurried the last couple of steps toward the elevator. He pushed the button frantically and slid in between the metal doors, closing them before they could even fully open. He leaned into the corner of the elevator, letting out a huge sigh.

  In the mirrors built into the walls, he noticed his reflection. His body was glowing and his face was flushed. Holy shit. Did I get turned on by that?

  You like, totally did! God, you’re such a slut.

  Alex’s eyes widened and he looked about the elevator. There was no one else but him. If he was alone, then whose voice was that?

  Isn’t it like, totally obvious?

  Even though he said nothing, Alex covered his mouth. It was her: the bimbo that had been taking over his brain ever since he first transformed. It was slow at first, but it had slowly become noticeable.