The moment Jon started to dance he felt the moves come to him almost automatically. He expected someone to boo, or even cry out in anger, instead when he found himself grinding up and down the pole with his groan the crowd of men were cheering him on. Chuckling a little to himself, he wondered what they would think when they realised they were watching a man strip, and they were enjoying it.
The dancing was his best, even when he had been a girl, and as he removed articles of his clothing he was quickly reminded that when he was dancing as a girl, it turned him on. This was still the case, and as he pulled his white panties off he was aroused and hard. He couldn't help himself, he had to dance like he had when he was a girl, and as a girl the more aroused he was, the better a dancer he was. Right now he couldn't help but feel a little pleasure in the dancing, that was until he noticed his legs.
He hadn't removed the black stockings, and when he moved his hands down those stockings, he found himself face to face with his first change. The stockings were now encased around soft, long sexy legs of a woman, the feet at the end dainty, and feminine. Leaning back he raised his leg in the air, drawing his rough male hands down those slim female legs, and he felt a shiver of pleasure as he did.
Swinging back up to his feet, he danced around some more before finally the music ended with him legs open wide to the crowd showing off his hard penis, but they all saw a pussy, moist and wanting and some of the men even moved forward to touch only to be stopped by the bouncer at the stage edge.
A small part of Jon wanted them to touch, to take them back, but that was the old stripper coming out, the desires that made her such a great dancer. Jon pushed them back quickly, and after the dance managed to once again move on his own accord. Quickly he made his way out of the stage and out back again, his body shaking from both desire and fear at what he had just done, and also at the very feminine legs and feet that were carrying him.
