Finished dressing, Jon stared at his appearance in the mirror, shaking his head in desperation. "Krystal, this is stupid, I look stupid. Please just let me go, you know Louie is a bad man right?"
"I don't see myself as a bad man, Jon." The voice of Louie came from the door, and Jon turned to face him quickly, feeling the short skirt of the maid's uniform brush over his stocking covered legs. "And boy, you do look a little strange like that, certainly not what I would say . . . . Pretty. But don't worry, you will fit that outfit out correctly, and remove it correctly too."
Jon narrowed his eyes on the man, and growled, "When I figure out how to stop you."
Laughing Louie rose his hand and cut Jon off with a soft shhsss sound, "My dear Jon, soon you will be nothing more then my little slave, and a girl at that, I could do it right now but to be honest I'm enjoying you suffering. The moment I think you have managed to find a upper-hand, I just wish." To prove his statement he pull the rock out of his pocket and smiled, "Or maybe I should just do that now?" He smirked.
"No, please." Jon gasped, and knew that if he had to be careful. At any time that insane idiot could just wish Jon to be a full girl again, his slave, and Jon had to take his time, carefully to get that rock back and his and his Krystal's freedom.
"I know . . . I wish that when Jon is on stage, and the music starts to play, that he will not be able to stop himself from dancing like he did when he was Jasmine, the stripper." He laughed as there was a bright flash from the rock.
Jon didn't feel any different, but he dreaded what would happen when he was on the stage, and he didn't have long as Louie smiled to him, "Well my lovely slave to be, how about you go and have the next dance."
Jon tried to stop himself, but found himself walking past Krystal and Louie, out of the backstage room and down the hall. Soon he found himself on the stage, standing there nervously as all these men were watching him with what appeared anticipation in their eyes. Some of them whistled and just called for him to take off his clothing now, others just licked their lips. Jon couldn't believe how utterly they desired him. He wondered if they in fact saw a man on the dance floor, or, a woman.
He didn't have long to think on that, because soon the music started, and Jon felt a tingle running through him. He tried to stop himself, but he felt his feet moving of their own accord, slowly pacing around the dance floor in the high heeled shoes he was forced to wear almost as if he had danced in them all his whole life. And at that moment, Jon swallowed in fear, because no matter how he tried, he couldn't stop dancing, and stripping off his clothing.
