...into one of the strippers. Jeff realized this as faint memories of pole dancing and personal "meetings" with clients started to intrude into his mind. His everyday clothes vanished, leaving him in only a bright red bikini and a bra with the words "Jugs Julie" written on them. Wait, why did Jeff find that name familiar? His questioning was distracted by the start of his physical transformation. First, Jeff's hips, butt, and boobs began to swell and expand until they made him look like a proper slut. His body grew and aged, until he looked like he was in his early forties. Jeff's skin began to darken until it was a golden-brown tan, and his brown hair grew and lightened to blond. He now looked liked a proper bimbo slut, one who was born for a strip club like this.
But looking like a stripper wasn't enough. As Jeff stared at his new body, more and more memories kept flooding his mind. His stripper name was Jugs Julie, a long-time stripper with over 20 years of experience. Years of sucking cock, pole dancing, and other slutty behavior came to him naturally, as if this was how he had always been. Of course, Julie was not a selfish stripper; she had a daughter who was attending college, and her strip club career was a side hustle to pay for the student loans. At least, that was what Julie told herself.
Jugs Julie's memories started to overwhelm Jeff, and he felt that he was losing his grasp on himself. He began to focus his mind, and...