Now that Mike has made his decision, he starts imagining with excitement what it would take for him to become a stripper's panties for a while. He’d have to be where she changes into her dancing outfit, which would be the dressing room. He’s not sure where that is, and he knows for sure that a guy like him is never going to get in there . At least not in his current state.
Fortunately, the gun can fix that. Mike ducks out of sight, which isn't too hard, since the place is pretty dark except for the stage and no one is there to stare at some dude. He slides into the back of some booth, flips the gun to "transform," points it at himself, and fires, imagining a toned, large-chested blonde in a tight miniskirt and skin-tight top. He transforms instantly, and it’s a weird feeling. He starts to climb out of the booth, starting to get used to the new shapes, contours, and center of gravity of his new body, and then he remembers the last part of his ensemble. He points at a napkin holde on the table and transformS it into a gym bag.
He’s not really sure how to go about finding the dressing room area, but he figures he can just pretend to be a confused new hire and hope someone takes pity on him. Conceivably the first person he asks could be the one who hires everyone, and this little ruse would unravel immediately, but you never know. Either way, he has the gun to get out of it.
Mike walks to the front of the place and sees a man behind the front desk who seems to know what he’s doing. Mike approaches him.
"Hey, I'm sorry, tonight's my first night, and, uh..." He’s not even totally sure what he should even be pretending he doesn’t know, but there’s no need. "Dancer's entrance is around the back," he says, keeping his head down at his records or whatever he's working on. Then he looks up and glances at Mike in his new female form, and his face lights up. "Hey, and welcome aboard," he says. "Thanks," Mike says with an awkward smile that wasn’t actually faked, and he walks out and around to a blank door behind the building. Cautiously he turns the knob, and sure enough it opens up to a room full of dressing-room tables. This is the spot.
Mike goes up to one of the strippers and introduces himself. This is such a weird feeling, talking to a stripper while in the body of a gorgeous woman, and having her treat him as an equal. “This is my first time doing this,” he says. “Where do I change?” “Just pick any of these dressing tables,” she says, pointing in that direction. “There’s space there to store your stuff.” Mike thanks her and move on.
Sure enough, once he picks out an open dressing table, he sees there’s plenty of space underneath for his belongings. That’s an ideal place for a shrunken person to climb up. It shouldn’t be so hard for him to shrink yourself, climb up underneath a dressing table, and then, when a stripper arrives to change there, sneak into her bag and turn himself into her panties. This might actually work!
Of course, he can’t help but noticing fantastic women all around him, readying themselves to go out on stage and start stripping. Mike’s a really hot woman right now too, and he bets he could do a better job than them. If he’s acting like a stripper, why not go out and strip?