AI Tf-Sequence - From Bouncer to Bouncy

 What the hell do you mean, ‘Laid off’!?” Bill shouted at Clark Crespie, the owner of the Minty Minx, where until five seconds ago, he worked as a bouncer. Clark looked at the ebony statue of muscle with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Bill, I’m sorry,” Clark said, a chart of sales figures on his desk. Since the pandemic hit, fewer and fewer people were coming in, which meant less revenue. “There just isn’t enough money in our budget for two bouncers.”

“So you’re getting rid of me for Tony?” Bill raised his eyebrow, scoffing. “I TRAINED that little shit!” To Bill, since he was seven feet tall, and had been since he was 15, EVERYONE was little. As such, he didn’t have many opportunities provided to him. In college, his football scholarship was revoked when he tore his ACL, and he couldn’t afford the rest of his senior year. Fortunately, the Minx was hiring, and he had gotten the job of bouncer, happily working there for ten years. When Tony came in as a new hire, Bill took him under his wing, moulding him into a fantastic employee. And now he was being laid off for the little snot he had built up.

Steeling himself, Clark looked at Bill. “Look, Bill,” he said, moving the sales chart, revealing a contract. “Since the pandemic, fewer people are coming in. We simply don’t need two guards for the girls. However,” he took the contract over to Bill, the black giant immovable in his fury, “I have another opportunity for you. How would you like to be a dancer?”

Bill was dumbfounded. He, a stripper? In an all-girl revue? Clark explained. “It’s the same pay, but we’re planning on bringing women in. Bored housewives, bachelorette parties, cougars, all eager for such… rippling physique as you. I’ll even make you the headliner. What do you say, Bill? Do you want a shot at a new role here?” Clark held up the contract on a clipboard and a black fountain pen.

Bill skimmed the contract. Shockingly, it was legit. Hell, if he played his cards right, he’d end up making more in his first year in tips then he had his entire career. Eagerly, Bill signed on the dotted line. As he did, however, his shirt began to shrink, revealing his 8-pack to Clark. The owner smirked as the contract took hold, Bill’s skin rapidly becoming whiter, his hair began to lighten, and his impressive seven foot frame shrank two inches with each stroke of the pen.

“So when do I start?” Bill asked, suddenly getting hot. The sleeves of his shirt grew holes, exposing his now-milky flesh on his shoulders.

“Oh, in about five.” Clark said, smirking. “Now, Billy,” he began as Bill’s hair grew out, no longer a short haircut, but slowly reaching the crack of his ass. His once black hair was now a rich chestnut, and his face became a more feminine.

“Days?” Bill said, clearing his throat. Was he getting a cold? Why was his voice so weird? As his face finalized, his muscles started to recede, except in his pectoral region. Clark shook his head. Nothing would stop it now.

“Minutes,” he explained.

“Five minutes? Don’t I have to have training or something?” Bill asked, his hips widening as his thighs took on more muscle.

“Oh, trust me,” Clark said, smiling devilishly, “you won’t need it. Come, let me take you to your dressing room, Lily,” he held out his arm, and Bill took it, taking a look at his bleached skin.

“What the hell?” ‘he’ asked, looking down. Once he did so, he screamed a high-pitched, womanly scream. His body, the bod he had worked so hard for, was now tiny. Most of his muscles were gone, replaced with supple, womanly flesh. His chest had ballooned to G-cups, easily, his shirt now a black sleeveless tube top with a black strap on his neck. In a panic, he shot his hand down to his crotch, hoping against hope that his cock was still…

Gone. It was gone, replaced with a wet slit. She grabbed onto her shirt, squeezing her breasts accidentally in her fear. “What did you do to me?!” she shrieked. “You said I’d be a dancer, a headliner!”

“And you will be,” Clark explained, taking her arm as he directed them to her new dressing room. She was shocked the weak manager was now stronger than her. Taller, too, now that she saw it. She guessed she was now 5’3”, if not less. “But cutbacks have forced us to make some… changes to our personnel. Don’t worry, though, Lily. When your contract’s up, we’ll renegotiate the terms. It won’t take long.”

Bill sighed. “Okay, fine. I can do this for a couple years. But after, you’re changing me back, understand?” As they reached the door, Bill saw a star on the front with the name ‘Lily’ in cursive, pink glitter paint as the medium. Bill, now Lily, gulped as she saw the star. Clark opened the door and helped her into her first outfit of the night.

“Of course, Lily,” Clark said, smiling wickedly when his newest asset wasn’t looking. Magic was a funny thing. Bill’s personality was slowly being overwritten by Lily. In three years, when her contract was up, Bill would seem be meaningless to her, remembering her old life only as one remembers a dream. “Now, I want you to go out there and make the Minty Minx name proud, okay?” He pushed a single lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear, smiling warmly. “And remember to smile.”

Lily nodded, walking backstage, her hips swaying sexily as she did so. He was surprised the enchantment was already altering her mind, but then, he didn’t need to understand the magic. He was just glad it worked. What he had told Bill was true; they WERE hemorrhaging money, but now with Lily, he could easily get the revenue back and then some. But it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple more girls, he thought as he looked at Tony…

EPILOGUE - THREE YEARS LATER

“Hey, you still working?” Lily asked Clark as he looked at the latest sales figures. He looked up, smiling warmly.

“Ah, Miss Fleur,” he said, pushing the papers back, “what can I do for you?”

“My contract’s up today. I’m here to renegotiate the terms,” she sat down, her chest bouncing as she sat.

“Ah, yes. You’ve really breathed new life into the Minx, Lily. We’re doing so well that I think you’ll like the terms. I am, of course, open to negotiations,” he slid a clipboard towards the chestnut-haired beauty, with a blue box on top. Lily gasped at the box. She had been hinting at it for a couple weeks, but she hadn’t been certain he’d even ask. “Lily Fleur, will you marry me?”

She took the box and opened it, kissing her boyfriend passionately. “What do you think, sexy?”

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