Being a documentor of unfortunate plights is both a gift and a curse. The gift is that i am able to hear all and be sure that noone's misfortune goes unheard and unmourned. The curse is that i hear all even from the distant vestiges of a distant universe which causes me extreme remorse. This is the mental account of one such case......and i urge you to x out of this story from your computer device immediately to avoid it.My story started when i walked up to a strange looking store. Curious about what was inside, i flicked the cigarette i was smoking away and entered. The shopkeeper seemed eccentric but nice enough as she welcomed me to her store. I asked her what kind of place she had as it seemed almost devoid of any sellable items.I was met with a strange answer. It was magic!
However, more specifically, it was a magic store that allowed its patrons to receive alternate life experiences. I of course doubted her asI had never believed in magic. She was very insistent on the realness of what she did and suggested that I try her service she offered. When I laughed at the absurdity, she amusedly looked at me and offered to try her service free. Figuring there was no harm in humoring her, i relented.
"Now what kind of experience would you like to try," she asked, " we could give you the life of a rich man who gets all sorts of action, but something tells me a handsome man like you gets plenty of women already.....but what if you tried the lifeof a sexy woman."
"yeah sure," i said sarcastically, " why not haha."
With that the witch snapped her fingers and the clothes i was wearing were on hangers and i was stark naked. The witch gripped my chest from behind and lightly pulled. I felt a jiggle and soon two B cupped tits were hanging from my chest. Before i could react, she had moved her hands along my waist, giving it an hourglass shape as my height dropped 6 inchs to 5'4. She then gave my ass a slap on both cheeks which caused them to ripple and expand until i had a huge bubble butt with wide hips and thick thighs. Next she grabbed some ribbon and moved itover the length of my body and face. I felt my face reshape into that of a beautiful woman's as my skin tanned and my dark hair grew past my shoulders. Finally felt my cock harden but in a different way as it turned into blue rubber and fell off me, leaving me with the folds of my new vagina. The witch picked it up and put it on a shelf.
"when you are all finished, i will put that back on you and you'll become a man again, " she said with a laugh
"holy shit, how the hell did you do this," i saidin my new feminine voice
"magic obviously..." she muttered
"okay yeah you were right about, but what do you mean about my experience," i asked
" its what i offer, she said before gesturing towards a door. " once you enter that door, it will take you to an alternate universe where you will take on a random role. You get to spend however long you like in this role, per trip, and you will not age at all. To return you would just need to enter the door from which you arrived in the alternate universe, stomp 3 times, and you would be transported back"
"but wait, what if i like my life better, and with the no aging aspect that sounds like an exploitable system. why would anyone return," i questioned
"ah but you see the beauty of my system. While time is endless there a week is the equivalent of 10 minutes here. You get a lot of time but not endless by our standards. You would need to return to not ruin your life here, which turst me, you would eventually want to get back to. You would also be eager to occasionally go the alternate universe which would be a hundred bucks each following visit," she explained.
"makes sense," i said before walking towards the door
"and remember the way to get back," she laughed before i entered the door
Before i could reply everything went black and soon I could hear the sound of rap music playing on the other side of the door. I exited the door which looked like it was the entrance of a broom closet. I looked around and saw the interior of a typical strip club with several stages poles and halfway naked women dancing for men waving dollar bills. It was then I realized that i was wearing only thigh high boots witha bra and thong. It didnt take me long to realize that i had been placed in a reality where i worked as a stripper at a gentleman's club.
soon a big black bouncer walked up and slapped my ass before saying, "boss says youre up on the main stage sweetcheeks." I rubbed my stinging ass and made my way to the backstage area which led to the main stage.
A guy who I assumed was the manager said, "about damn time! youre lucky you're my star act! So mr. fiati is in the front row of the audience tonight. You know what to do."
Before i could respond, my music started playing. The voice on the mic then said, " ladies and gentleman put your hands together for madame sweetcheeks."
I received a light shove and soon started strutting my way towards center stage to the cheers of everyone at the club. I instinctively started working my body on the pole, using my legs to hold myself up midair. I then made my rounds to everone in the front row, giving them short lap dances and such. Finally i stopped at mr fiati and wrapped my legs around his head. I then pushed my ass to his face and started twerking. Soon he was beckoning me to the back room with several hundred dollar bills. I spent the next few hours sucking cock and riding him like it was pure instinct. When we were done, i decided it was time for me to head back to work stripping. I spent the next month giving lap dances to men and of course my mouth and pussy to extra rich customers, in the private rooms. After a month had passed, i finally decided that I had enough fun.
I made my way back to the same broom closet i had arrived from, and tapped 3 times once inside. Unexpectedly, therewas no response. I tried again and again, but quickly realized that i was stuck here. I finally arrived to the conclusion that the witch had trapped me here as some sort of sick fantasy, and that worse yet, i would spend eternity in this reality as a stripper getting fucked in the back room. Stupid magic!
......but our protagonist was not the target of some evil witch's plot. Perhaps she was opportunistic and a bit crooked, but she was no evil witch. The reality of the matter was the cigarette that was carelessly flicked away (at beginning of the story) had rested on the exterior of the magic shop. The building had caught fire and the portal door was damaged. While the witch was able to save her shop and repair the portal, the magical makeup of the new portal was different trapping any previous users in their new reality.....forever
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