Mike still has the gun, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He’s still in control here. He looks up and discovers that the two girls are still in street clothes, so they must not be prepared for their stripteases yet. He doesn't want to run out from under the bench while they're around, even if just to scurry into their locker and transform into something so innocuous as their panties. So his plan, at this point, basically involves just waiting until they finish their conversation with this promoter club guy, and hopefully getting a second to scurry in, transform, and do his thing. He really hopes this works out as planned.
Sure enough, they seem to be talking about something about salary, and Mike gets bored almost as soon as he figures out what they're discussing. The titanic scuzzy dude running the show says, "OK, LOOK, I'LL SHOW YOU OUR RECEIPTS AND YOU CAN SEE FOR YOURSELF," which seems to convince the girls it's worth it to follow him somewhere. While they compare salaries to revenues, Mike realizes it's his big chance, and he runs the hell out into the open. Knowing this is the riskiest part of the plan, he makes a quick jump into a cubbyhole where there's already a satin bra hanging way up above his head on some hook a couple of hundred feet in the air. Standing next to a pair of black high heels much taller than he is, he looks down at a black lace thong. Perfect! This is exactly what he wants to be for the night. He pulls out the gun, and first he shrinks the panties down to an almost unnoticeable size. Then he turns the switch to "transform" and points it at himself. He’s already done this before in turning himself into a hot woman, but he still pauses before becoming an inanimate object. He’s about to become a literal possession very soon, and it’s a lot to take in. He hears the voices of the two strippers for the first time in a minute or two, though, and he suspects they're coming back. This is no time to wait.
Mike fires the gun, and all of a sudden he’s a pair of panties. He knows because he can feel that he’s clearly got a ton of length, but almost no height of which to speak. Mike can’t believe it actually worked: he’s a fully conscious and sentient black thong. It's the most incredible feeling, even better than he imagined, and as he lies there and revels in his triumph, a female hand quickly wraps around him and pulls. He’s roughly grabbed and hoisted high into the air at the same time he’s pulled apart, and then two legs slide through his open holes. As he rides up the sexy thighs of a first-class stripper, he gets one look at the face of his new owner before he’s pressed firmly against her pussy. He discovers, to his surprise, that he’s now the inanimate property of ...