The music was turned off and the staff was casting the drunkest and horniest men out of the club. The janitor was starting to sweep the floors and the serving staff put away the bar.
“Three hundred and ninety seven,” Kyle, the manager, listed off at the cash register. He patted the big wad of bills together neatly before handing Izzy roughly half the pile, “Good night.”
“Would have made more if you gave me to larger groups rather than a horny ass couple,” Izzy replied with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah sure, lay off the cheese puffs in the meantime, you’re one meal away from being fat!” Kyle yelled as she turned and walked away. His only response was a middle finger thrown over Izzy’s shoulder.
She walked back to the changing room and quickly disrobed throwing the stripping clothes into a basket that would be taken to the wash. She hooked her fingers on her bright blue underwear and slipped it onto her body. The panties slid over her crotch while the bra clasped around her sizeable cleavage. She then pulled on her black tights, slipped her blue skirt and white tee on, and put her regular heels on, a beautiful and new blue pair she’d bought last week. She then slid her jacket on and reached into the pockets finding her phone and a pack of bubblegum inside. She slipped a piece of gum into her mouth before putting a large pair of headphones on and beginning to blast music over her ears cutting outside sounds out. She whirled a scarf over her neck, did up her jacket, and proceeded out the back door with the other girls while one of the guys held the door open. She didn’t have to walk far before she found herself at the bus stop. The silent four in the morning air was rather cold despite the season and Izzy watched as one by one every vehicle parked at the strip club pulled away until she was left alone with the janitor’s car and the occasional pair of headlights that would swarm past. Music blared through her ears while she blew bubbles in the gum and watched the street rather lazily. She had no desire to check the bus route times and per the norm could be waiting there anywhere from five minutes to half an hour. Any way she looked at it she was going to be standing for a few minutes. Her plans were to do this silently but other people had other ideas.
She knew someone was approaching her long before they grabbed her ass and gave it a heavy squeeze. She immediately blushed hard and stiffened as the rank scent of stale cigarettes and booze filled the air.
“Ain’t you pretty?” The guy asked with a laugh and Izzy immediately knew he had a knife poking her back. She stiffened and he began to walk her backwards, “That’s right, don’t scream... easy now snd I’ll let you live...”
Izzy was led backwards into an alleyway and out of the light. A streetlight sparked overhead giving off very little light and going dark every few seconds. Izzy inhaled and exhaled deeply as he pinned her against a wall and began to squeeze and massage her breasts.
“Ooh yeah, just let this happen,” the man whispered into her ear before his hand went to her skirt and tights. He didn’t remove the layers one by one in a sensual manner. Instead he just pulled them all down rather roughly and caused Izzy to give a slight squeal. He didn’t take this kindly and held the knife right up to her neck. Izzy bit her tongue as the cool metal pressed against her body. The guy pulled her tight, skirt, and panties down to her legs and one hand went straight for her privates while the other went up her shirt and began to feel her breasts up. Her headphones were knocked to the ground where they clattered on the dirt and played music softly over the bad touch.
“Oh you enjoy this, it’ll get better,” the man chuckled before with a sharp jab his condomless dick penetrated her vagina. She yelled in pain and he jabbed his mouth onto hers to keep her quiet. His tongue felt around her mouth while he roughly humped her against the wall. His dick was moderately sized but he was fast and rough taking no care about how the sex went. He just wanted to get off inside her and that was it. She felt so violated. No care was being given to her, she was just an object to this guy, something akin to a sex doll or fleshlight.
His tongue felt over her mouth and left a trail of saliva over her own tongue. It touched her tongue stud and it immoderately felt cold. The guy grunted as if discomfort had overcome him. He snapped his eyes shut and cringed like he had a migrane. His humping slowed down and his dick was pulled from Izzy’s vagina. He stumbled backwards and his free hand fell on the wall.
He let out a wail as his dick began to throb and suck backwards into his body. Inch by inch it trailed backwards becoming smaller and smaller until it went right into his body. His testicles suddenly deflated and the scrotum was sucked into his now tight feminine lips. The new woman painted as her genitals rearranged themselves. Her hips cracked and widened to beautiful feminine proportions accompanied by a nice filling out of a bubbly ass. She painted as a gap appeared between her larger thighs and her legs generally skimmed down and lost body hair. Her feet shrunk so her shoes were loose and her waist immediately caved inwards to sexy proportion. She moaned as her pecs began to bubble with fat and expand while her nipples became active and feminine. Medium sized breasts fully formed before the tingling stopped. Chest hair eroded from her breasts and her arms lost a lot of strength and became dainty. This was followed by her shoulders and neck shrinking and her panting becoming feminine. She groaned in pain as her jawline changed shape and her lips puckered outwards. Those greasy unbrished teeth became straightened from past braces and whitened themselves. Her nose shrunk, her facial hair eroded, and her eyes changed to a beautiful brown colour. Finally her matted and greasy hair turned auburn and the changes stopped. She was left a filthy criminal in oversized clothes who was clutching the wall as her greatest fetish came to life. As a man she’d always been jealous of one thing and had suppressed the desire and urge since she was a boy and was bullied for bringing it up once.
First her shoes turned white and fit her size. Laces turned into cute bows while a heel emerged making her seem even taller than she already was. Pure white heels that practically flowed in the alleyway. She opened her eyes and stared at them while panting. Fear and excitement flooded her. That youthful desire now something that got her off. She felt extremely horny at the sight of her shoes and began to laugh as her underwear transformed into nice panties the same colour. A matching bra formed from her white shirt and both pieces of underwear became frilly. She began to laugh and smile as her hair washed itself revealing the beautiful auburn colour. It did itself up in a beautiful bun as makeup applies to her face and her nails became manicured. All her skin was free of hair now and she was absolutely giddy as her jacket closed around her chest and merged with her pants. The new garment turned white and the sleeves ran up it until they reached the shoulders. She was in absolute bliss as the neckline lowered showing off some cleavage, and she got even more excited when the pants merged into sleeveless white dress. The hem pooled downwards brushing the ground as the dress few frills and details. Excitement poured through her as a veil appeared and covered her face and she began to pant and moan as her deep rooted desire to be a bride came to fruition. She began to grow transparent and her voice began to fade before with a fading breath she vanished from the alleyway and Izzy was left in there half naked with the last trances of her rape tingling on her privates. She shook her head as memory of the man faded and a new context came over the feeling. She began to finger herself and a smile spread over her face as she masturbated in the alleyway, feeling up her left breast and fingering herself. She came with a deep moan and proceeded to pull her clothing back on and returned the bus stop now feeling the rush of having just masturbated in an alleyway. All that fear and anxiety from her rape completely forgotten.