'Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck how did this happen?!?' Susan panicked to her self in a dimly lit back room.
"Hey new girl! You're up next break a leg!" An older woman yelled motioning her up.
"Ye.. yea." Susan responded taking a deep breath as she rose to her feet and clicked over to the curtain in her new heels as the music started playing for the dancer before her.
'I can't believe I bought stripper heels!' she thought to herself. 'I just wanted to make sure I was tinier. I should have just sized down a few it didn't need to be heels. Or even if it was it could have been just been normal heels. Maybe a nice refined stiletto! But no Susan you just had to get the tallest heel you could find didn't you?!? Anything for your man right!? Fuckin hell I didn't know they were stripper heels!"
"God how did this happen" She moaned thinking about the night. In fact she left the house in good spirits. She had been feeling a new sense of confidence she hadn't felt in years despite shrinking a few inches due to her heels. So good she had impulsively decided to go out despite the change. Now mind you she didn't do this without a little planning. Curiously she'd found that she remained relatively the same height as she had been. Given that she now had a 6 ish inch bump from her new foot wear. "And my shoes are usually an inch of heel right?!" she reasoned. Though even then that had meant she'd been reduced from her usual 5' 4" self to easily under 5 foot "Alan said he wanted me much shorter..."
She'd found a skirt that she'd long decided was to risque for her to wear in public but now with her reduced size she reasoned it was fine, and besides it wasn't like much she had would fit her. The trickier part was finding a shirt that both fit her smaller stature but accommodated her enhanced bust. She settled on a tank top that had shrunk in the wash. It was still a little big but what extra fabric she had was quickly eaten up by her chest. The end result looked... well if she was honest it looked a little slutty by her usual standards. But something about that thought sent a warm feeling through her body. She had to go out now. Just the thought of the looks she would get alone made that decision for her. And so she did. At first she was afraid of being caught but one look at herself in the mirror after some quick work had washed those fears away. She'd simply had to straighten her hair from its usual curls and apply her makeup a little heavier and viola. She barely recognized herself.
She'd spent most of the day fulfilling errands, doing some shopping, and drinking in all the attention she could. The lustful gazes of men, and some women, had left her buzzing. Effortlessly closing time had come to the town but she wasn't satisfied. The idea of enjoying what she had experienced and safely calling it a day had come and she just as quickly dismissed it. She wanted more. Her first thought had been to go to a club but on her way she saw something more enticing. A local strip club was advertising amateur night and the thought enticed this new side of her. Next thing she knew she'd parked and walked inside.
"And the next on the stage is a first timer so make sure she knows you're happy to see her! Letting you know that great things come in small packages! Please welcome Pandora!" The MC shouting in his corny voice broke her from her thoughts as she felt a light press on her back as she emerged through the curtains to a polite applause.
'Fuck what do I do now?! I don't know what I'm doing!'