How I Became A Stripper

As I walked through the Gaslamp Quarter of downtown San Diego, making my rounds for work, I checked in with local businesses, ensuring public safety and maintenance standards just outside were met. That night, I stepped into a new strip club, one I hadn’t seen before. The neon lights cast a sultry glow, and the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat.

I met one of the owners—a broad-shouldered man with gray hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was older, with a rugged build, a deep voice, and a presence that commanded attention. His employees stood nearby, watching as we discussed the club’s security and cleaning needs.

But his eyes weren’t just assessing me for business; they lingered. There was something in his gaze—intrigue, maybe desire. I wasn’t naïve. The clientele here leaned toward men who enjoyed the company of femboys, transwomen, and crossdressers. I had a feeling he was trying to place me, and then it clicked for him.

“I know you from somewhere,” he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips.

It only took a moment before we realized where—AdultFriendFinder or Pornhub. The realization sent a slow heat crawling up my neck. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my side work, but hearing it spoken aloud in a professional setting had a way of making my pulse quicken.

“Chrissy,” he said, tasting my stage name like a fine wine. “You’ve got a body that shouldn’t be hiding behind those boy clothes.”

I swallowed hard. “I present as male for work and in public… I’m still figuring things out.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. “Then why not embrace it here? Show me.”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar request. I had stripped for plenty of men before, but this was different—this was an invitation, not just an exchange. With a steadying breath, I peeled off my jacket, my work vest, then my uniform shirt. The club was dimly lit, but I could still see the way his expression shifted as I revealed my toned, smooth torso. My t-shirt followed, then my pants.

I stood there in just my lace panties and a delicate bra, my body framed by the club’s I I 

I swallowed hard. “I present as male for work and in public… I’m still figuring things out.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. “Then why not embrace it here? Show me.”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar request. I had stripped for plenty of men before, but this was different—this was an invitation, not just an exchange. With a steadying breath, I peeled off my jacket, my work vest, then my uniform shirt. The club was dimly lit, but I could still see the way his expression shifted as I revealed my toned, smooth torso. My t-shirt followed, then my pants.

I stood there in just my lace panties and a delicate bra, my body framed by the club’s sultry lighting. His breath hitched.

“Damn,” he murmured, his eyes raking over every inch of me. “Turn around.”

I obeyed, feeling the heat of his gaze like a caress.

“Nice ass,” he whistled appreciatively. “You should be showing it off, not hiding it.”

I turned back to face him, heart pounding. “What are you saying?”

“I think you should work here,” he said smoothly. “You’ve got the body, the presence… you just need a little polish. One of my gurls will show you how to move, and trust me—you’ll make a killing.”

The proposition sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The idea of performing, of being desired openly, of stepping into a space where I wasn’t just tolerated but celebrated—it was intoxicating.

“Nice ass,” he whistled appreciatively. “You should be showing it off, not hiding it.”

I turned back to face him, heart pounding. “What are you saying?”

“I think you should work here,” he said smoothly. “You’ve got the body, the presence… you just need a little polish. One of my gurls will show you how to move, and trust me—you’ll make a killing.”

The proposition sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The idea of performing, of being desired openly, of stepping into a space where I wasn’t just tolerated but celebrated—it was intoxicating.

“Come by Saturday night,” he continued. “We’ll doll you up, teach you the ropes.”

There was a pause, thick with tension. His eyes darkened with something unspoken, something electric.

“Can I…” he hesitated just long enough to make it deliberate. “Touch you?”

I nodded, my pulse hammering in my throat as his hands found their way to my waist, firm yet careful. His touch was exploratory, lingering, as if memorizing the curves I had long hidden beneath my uniform. His lips, soft and warm but tickled me because of his beard, locked around mine, he almost swallowed my mouth whole, his tongue was shoved down my throat, exploring every square inch of my insides. I could feel him pinching my butt cheeks.

"This might be a bit bold," he said, "but would you suck my dick?"
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You are bold! But sure."

As he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, hard penis, with such a sexy mushroom head, I kneeled down and opened my mouth wide. He placed his cock between my lips then thrusted it into my throat, thrusting over and over, fucking my face. I in turn sucked and started groping it, groping the shaft up and down over and over, squeezing the head with my lips. Then suddenly....BOOM! Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. He exploded in my mouth and the tasty man juice started sliding down my throat. He let out a satisfied moan and yell.

After wiping the excess semen off my lips, I went to the nearby bathroom and was  mouth off with mouthwash then put my clothes back on. "I have to get back to 

After wiping the excess semen off my lips, I went to the nearby bathroom and washed my mouth off with mouthwash then put my clothes back on. "I have to get back to work," I told him.

"I can't wait until you work here," the man replied. "We're gonna have a lot of fun. See you Saturday."

That night, I left the club with my heart racing and my mind buzzing. Saturday loomed before me, a door opening to a world I had only danced on the edges of. And for the first

"I can't wait until you work here," the man replied. "We're gonna have a lot of fun. See you Saturday."

That night, I left the club with my heart racing and my mind buzzing. Saturday loomed before me, a door opening to a world I had only danced on the edges of. And for the first time in a long time, I was ready to step inside.

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A Love Transformed: The Marriage of a Transgirl & Her Forever Man

Chrissy stood in front of the full-length mirror, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The white satin gown she wore was everything she had ever dreamed of: elegant, form-fitting, with delicate lace details that highlighted her curves. The sweetheart neckline framed her décolletage, and the fitted bodice flared into a flowing skirt that brushed the floor with every step. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her soft features, and her long, dark hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders.

Today was the day she would marry George, the man who had accepted and loved her for who she truly was. George, with his salt-and-pepper hair and commanding presence, had captured her heart with his confidence and gentle dominance. He was older, experienced, and everything Chrissy had ever wanted in a partner.

The wedding ceremony was held in a beautiful garden, the air filled with the scent of blooming roses and the sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Chrissy felt a surge of emotion as she walked down the aisle, her gaze locked on George, who stood waiting for her at the altar. His eyes shone with pride and love as he watched her approach.

The ceremony was a blur of heartfelt vows and tender glances. When George lifted Chrissy's veil and their lips met in a gentle, loving kiss, it felt like the culmination of a journey they had both been on for years. The applause from their friends and family echoed around them as they turned to face their loved ones, hand in hand, ready to start their new life together.

The reception was held in a grand hall decorated with twinkling fairy lights and elegant floral arrangements. Chrissy and George moved gracefully through the crowd, thanking their guests and sharing their joy. The evening was filled with laughter, music, and dancing. George's strong hand rested possessively on the small of Chrissy's back as they moved together on the dance floor, their bodies perfectly in sync.

As the night wore on, Chrissy felt a growing anticipation for what was to come. Finally, they retreated to the bridal suite, a luxurious room adorned with rose petals and lit by the soft glow of candles. George closed the door behind them, turning to face Chrissy with a look of pure adoration.

"You were absolutely stunning today, my love," George murmured, his voice deep and resonant.

Chrissy blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you, George. I still can't believe this is real."

George stepped closer, his fingers gently tracing the line of Chrissy's jaw. "Believe it, Chrissy. You're mine now, and I intend to show you just how much you mean to me."

With deliberate slowness, George began to undress Chrissy, his hands deftly unbuttoning the back of her gown. The satin slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet and revealing the delicate lace lingerie beneath. George's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, standing before him in nothing but lace and anticipation. Chrissy's smooth skin, her smooth legs, curvy thighs and back, and her full, plump buttocks was a feast for George's eyes.

He guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet tender. Chrissy felt a thrill of excitement as George's hands roamed over her body, exploring and claiming every inch of her. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine. She surrendered to his dominance, allowing herself to be completely vulnerable and open to him. 

Their lovemaking was a dance of passion and intimacy, each movement a testament to their deep connection. George's touch was both commanding and gentle, guiding Chrissy to new heights of pleasure. She responded to him with fervor, her body arching and trembling under his skilled hands.

As they reached the peak of their passion, Chrissy felt an overwhelming wave of love and fulfillment. George held her close, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. In that moment, Chrissy knew that she had found her true home in George's arms.

Afterwards, they lay together in the soft glow of the candlelight, their bodies still intertwined. George pressed a kiss to Chrissy's forehead, his hand gently stroking her hair. "I love you, Chrissy," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, George," Chrissy replied, her heart swelling with happiness.

They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, ready to face the future together. Their wedding night had been a perfect blend of romance and passion, a fitting beginning to their life as husband and wife.

The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Chrissy stirred, feeling the gentle rise and fall of George's chest beneath her cheek. She lifted her head to see him watching her, a tender smile on his lips.

"Good morning, beautiful," George said, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

Chrissy smiled, her heart swelling with love. "Good morning, George." She snuggled closer, feeling the comfort and safety of his embrace.

They lay in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the closeness. George's hand traced lazy circles on her back, his touch sending delightful shivers through her body. "Last night was incredible," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers.

"It was," Chrissy agreed, her cheeks flushing with the memory of their passionate lovemaking. "I feel so... connected to you."

George's smile widened. "And I to you, my love." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, loving kiss that sent sparks of desire through her once more.

As the kiss deepened, Chrissy felt the familiar stirrings of arousal. George's hands roamed over her body, reigniting the flames of passion from the night before. His touch was both tender and possessive, making her feel cherished and desired.

George's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing a path down to her collarbone. Chrissy arched her back, giving him better access as soft moans escaped her lips. "George," she whispered, her voice breathy with need.

He responded by shifting his position, rolling them over so that Chrissy was beneath him. He looked down at her, his gaze intense and filled with love. "You are so beautiful, Chrissy. I could spend forever exploring every inch of you."

Chrissy's heart raced as George continued his exploration, his hands and lips worshipping her body. He kissed his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Chrissy gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

George's hand slid lower, caressing her stomach and hips before finding the heat between her legs. His fingers teased her, exploring her folds and finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry out in pleasure. He took his time, building her arousal with expert precision, until Chrissy was trembling with need.

"Please, George," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I need you."

George looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Patience, my love," he murmured, though his own voice was strained with longing. He continued to tease her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy before pulling her to the edge of the bed, and spreading her legs. Holding her legs in place, George finally positioning himself between her thighs and, being pre-op trans, he had to poke his hard, mushroomed head cock into her asspussy.

Chrissy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She felt the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance, and she moaned in anticipation. George thrust into her slowly, filling her completely and making them both cry out in pleasure.

They moved together in a perfect rhythm, their bodies finding the same intense connection as the night before. Each thrust brought them closer, the sensations building to an almost unbearable peak. Chrissy's nails raked down George's back, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

George's thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping as he neared his own release. "Chrissy," he groaned, his voice thick with passion. "I'm close."

"Me too," Chrissy gasped, her body arching towards him. "Don't stop."

With a final, powerful thrust, they climaxed together, their cries mingling as they were overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy. George collapsed onto her, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

They lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. George kissed Chrissy's forehead, his fingers gently brushing her hair away from her face. "I love you, Chrissy," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, George," Chrissy replied, her heart filled with a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment.

They spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, talking softly and sharing gentle kisses. Their love for each other felt even stronger, their bond unbreakable. As they eventually rose to face the day, they knew that their journey together was just beginning, and that their love would guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead.