Trials and Swapulations - Candy

A slice of life story about a stripper who unknowingly swapped bodies with one of her fans

“Ugh, another day in this dump.” Candy sighed, as she got out of her car. In front of her was the Silver Fox, her place of employment for the past two years as a pole dancer. Located in a stripmall just off the highway, it was one of the two strip clubs in the city that also had a liquor license. Atop the building was a spinning neon sign of a sultry fox headed woman sticking her leg out.

It’s not that she hated dancing, quite the opposite in fact. Dancing was probably her favorite aspect of the job. She hated the patrons. Even the ones who dropped a fistful of bills just to see her up close. Most of the folks that tended to visit establishments like hers were all the same; Ugly, middle aged divorced dad types, who couldn’t help but slobber over a girl not too far off in age from their daughters.

At least they tipped, she thought to herself. The money wasn’t the greatest, but on a really good night, she made enough to cover rent for the month, and maybe even buy some nice new clothes.

Which I definitely need, she thought to herself as she looked down. It was strange, it was like all her clothes suddenly couldn’t fit her overnight. Her bras were way too loose, her panties felt way too tight, and the same went for the rest of her clothes too. She luckily had a pair of sweatpants and an old boyfriend’s t-shirt she could borrow, but her thong still felt incredibly tight around her dick. She had to keep adjusting it so it wouldn’t just slip out.

Well, maybe a peek of it might garner her some extra tips tonight. As she entered the club, she passed by John, the club’s bouncer. He was a bit on the shorter side as bouncers go, but what he lacked in height, he more than made up for in musculature.

“Hey Candy, how are you doing today?” He said, giving her a quick hug. Candy didn’t want to admit it, but she always had a thing for John. It felt like he was one of the few men in her life who didn’t just like her for her looks, but treated her like a regular person. He was one of the few folks that she hung out with outside of work. Unfortunately, she knew this attraction was only one sided, since John had told her he was seeing someone.

Well, that and the fact that he was gay.

As she pulled away, she quietly cursed that her dick had slipped out of her thong again as she became semi-hard just from the hug. Keeping her cool, she replied.

“I’m good! I was gonna ask you if you wanted to hit the mall with me tomorrow, I think all my clothes shrunk in the wash or something.” She said, trying to hide her erection with her bag.

“Damn, that’s gotta suck. Yeah I think I’ll be free Saturday.” He said nonchalantly. “Just hit me up after work to remind me.”

She thanked him, before quickly turning around and heading over to the dressing room. She absolutely did not want him to see the raging boner between her legs at the moment, cursing that she couldn’t just hide her attraction to someone like other girls. As she entered the green room, she saw a couple of her coworkers were already there, getting ready. She gave them a wave, before going over to the bathroom to quickly change into her outfit.

As she finished changing, she gave herself a once over in the mirror. Thankfully, she had already done her hair and make up at home, so all she needed to do was get her outfit on. Her pale, pudgy face was caked in makeup to cover up a big acne break out. Hopefully, with the dark atmosphere of the club, and the crazy lighting setup, most guys wouldn’t be able to get a close look at her face while she was dancing.

She adjusted her top against her flabby chest. Candy was always a bit jealous of the others chest sizes, having always been on the smaller side. Even though her family generally had a genealogical history of big tits and even bigger asses, it seemed that particular strand of DNA had decided to skip her entirely. Luckily for her, she had another kind of money maker sitting between her legs, now down to a half chub.

Candy used to be embarrassed about being the only girl in her family who was born with a cock. She never used to wear bikinis, or any kind of leggings, worried that she’d get made fun of. But those insecurities disappeared once she started her career as an exotic dancer. Turns out, lots of guys wanted to see her tiny lil dick and her flabby ass! She wasn’t by far the most popular dancer in the club, but she was in the top three for sure, by her own estimates.

She adjusted her cock to a somewhat more comfortable position inside her bottom. After washing her hands, she put her hands on the sink and leaned in towards the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she uttered the mantra she always said to herself before starting her shift.

“You’re a beautiful boss ass bitch, and you’re gonna make money today.” She repeated several times, staring directly at the eyes of her reflection. After a few seconds, she stopped, smiled, and blew the mirror a little kiss. She left the bathroom, ready for the night’s work.

She hoped one of her favorite clients would pop in today. He was a cute nerdy type, a bit on the shy side. He was always incredibly awkward whenever she approached him for a lap dance. And yet, she knew he was just as horny and pervy as the rest of the patrons at this joint. Whenever he thought she wasn’t looking, she would spot him stealthily fondling his tits as he watched her and the others do their routines.

It became a game of sorts for Candy, trying to see if she could catch him in the act. If she caught him, his eyes would widen and then look away all embarrassed. He would squirm in his seat for a little bit, rubbing his thick, toned thighs together, as she leaned down close to him, grinning. Then, he’d pull out this cheesy superhero wallet, and slip a wad of bills into her bottom, before looking up at her with this sheepish grin on his face. She would grin back, before continuing the rest of the routine. She liked that he didn’t really talk. She didn’t have to work as hard on him that she did to some of the normal patrons. And in a strange sort of way, she felt a strange kinship

Maybe today, she’d ask him his name.