You have the gun, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You're still in control here. You look up and discover that the two girls are still in street clothes, so they must not be prepared for their stripteases yet. You don't want to run out from under the bench while they're around, even if just to scurry into their locker and transform into something so innocuous as their panties. So your plan, at this point, basically involves you waiting until they finish their conversation with this promoter club guy, and hopefully getting a second to scurry in, transform, and do your thing. You hope this works out as planned.
Sure enough, they seem to be talking about something about salary, and you get bored almost as soon as you figure out what they're discussing. The titanic scuzzy dude running the show says, "OK, LOOK, I'LL SHOW YOU OUR RECEIPTS AND YOU CAN SEE FOR YOURSELF," which seems to convince the girls it's worth it to follow him. While they compare salaries to revenues, you realize it's your big chance, and you run the hell out into the open. Knowing this is your big risk, you make a quick jump into a cubbyhole where there's already hanging a bra way up above your head on some hook a couple of hundred feet up. Standing next to a pair of black high heels almost as tall as you are, you look down at a black lace thong. This is exactly what you want to be for the night. You pull out your gun, and you shrink the panties to an almost unnoticeable size. Then you turn the switch to "transform" and point it at yourself. You've already done this in turning yourself into a hot woman, but you still pause before becoming an inanimate object. You're about to become a literal possession very soon, and you hesitate. You hear the voices of the two strippers for the first time in a minute or two, though, and you suspect they're coming back. This is no time to wait.
You fire, and all of a sudden you're a pair of panties. You know because you can feel that you've clearly got a ton of length, but you have almost no height of which to speak. It actually worked: you're a fully conscious and cognizant black thong. It's the most incredible feeling, even better than you imagined, and as you sit and revel, a female hand quickly wraps around you and pulls. You're grabbed and pulled apart, and then two legs slide through your open holes. As you ride up the sexy thighs of a first-class stripper, you get one look at the face of your new owner before you're pressed against her pussy. You discover, to your surprise, that you're now the inanimate property of ...
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