Ballerina

by Jennifer White

 

When Sunny was a little girl, her mother decided that it would be cute if she took ballet lessons. Her mother had tried to make it as a ballerina, but had fail. She would make sure her daughter succeeded.

Soon, Sunny was spending more time training than she was learning in school. At first, she loved it. But she couldn't go out and play with other little girls; she didn't have the time. At her own birthday party, she couldn't eat any cake; she couldn't afford even one ounce of fat, if she was to succeed.

So over time, it became a chore. She hated it. But her mom wouldn't let her quit. She was trying to live out her own dreams, but making her daughter try to become a professional ballerina.

Sunny's father was no help either, he didn't understand when she tried to tell him. So she was stuck in an empty meaningless grind of a life, and she hated it.

However, when she received an invitation to join a prestigious dance company, she thought it might just all be worth it. She would make a good living, and be an international star. But then everything went wrong.

Her male partner messed up during a rehearsal, and Sunny slipped and fell. She cried out in pain, feeling her groin pop, and her knee collapse. Immediately, she knew her career was over. She could rehab, but she'd never have the flexibility again. The tears began.

 

Sunny's parents had invested all their money in her career. And she couldn't afford college. She had no job skills, no money, and no hope. She tried various menial jobs, but they were all hard, low paying, and humiliating for her. She could just barely scrape by each month to make the rent. If tips were bad at her second job, she would have to sacrifice food, heat, or something else to afford the rent.

* * *

 

One cold winter month, things were really bad. Sunny already had the heat down to 60 degrees, and wore three sweaters when she was home. There was no fresh food in the fridge, and only a few crackers left. She cried as she read her favorite book, staying close to the lamp. It was the warmest thing in the house, being the only light she kept on. That would keep the electric bill down too.

She cried herself to sleep.

 

The next day as she did her laundry, she talked to her friend Marie from down the hall.

"I know how it is" said Marie. "I had the same problem. But I did something about it. I'd like to help you."

"I don't see how you could" said Sunny.

"If I work two nights a week. I make more money than I did working all seven days as a waitress. I could have you meet my boss, and I'm pretty sure he'd hire you."

"I don't know. You're being awfully mysterious about this job. Is this something illegal?"

"No silly, nothing like that. I'm an exotic dancer."

"A stripper?"

"Yes, but I don't like that term."

"I'm sorry. I never thought about it. I didn't mean to offend you."

"No problem" said Marie. "Anyway, you have a great body, and long hair. Can you dance?"

"Oh, you might say that I can dance a little" said Sunny. She wasn't overly enthusiastic about this career move, but she was desperate. She needed money. She would just do it this once, to get by.

 

"You're hired!" said the club owner, after seeing thirty seconds of her on-stage. "You're hot, you're move flexible than any woman I've ever seen, and you are graceful. Can you start tonight?"

"Yes!" said Sunny, surprisingly happy about the job offer.

"Now this is your first night, so I know it might be hard to take it all off in front of the crowd. Just pretend that you're all alone in the shower. Don't look at their faces. That will make it easier for you."

Marie took her by the hand to the dressing room in the back to help her with makeup and a costume. She was about to start her new career.

 

The music pulsed. Sunny closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She gracefully walked onto the stage, seeming to glide with such power and feminine grace. The rowdy men were all suddenly silent.

Sunny leaped in the air, kicking one leg forward, and the other one back. She landed and pivoted. She hadn't even taken off a single item of clothes, but already the men were already pulling 20 dollar bills out of their wallets to give to her.

It was very difficult for her to bare all, but she was used to dancing in revealing skintight clothes. She just imagined that she was in a nude colored leotard and tights, like she had worn in the past. She got through it, and from then on it was easy.

The other girls seemed bawdy, compared to Sunny's elegance as she seemed to glide effortlessly across the stage. It was as if she was floating on air. She was the ideal of perfect feminine grace. As the song ended, she did the splits. The crowd erupted in approval. They had never seen anything like this.

At the end of the night, she had more money then she made in a month at the diner.

* * *

 

Within a week, Sunny quit her other jobs, and only worked at the club. She was making great money now, using her dance skills to rake in the dough. She had always thought that a strip club took advantage of women, objectifying and demeaning them.

But in reality, it was the men who were taken advantage of. They gave away their hard earned money, just to see someone dance! For doing a little dance up on a stage, she received hundreds of dollars every night. The club even had a 401K retirement fund, so the girls would have something to live on when they got older. And with making over a thousand dollars a week, she would be able to save up now.

Sunny was able to go shopping now, and buy clothes she had always wanted. She was happy for the first time in her life.

* * *

 

One day Sunny showed up for work, driving her new black VW Jetta. She took her bag from the back seat, and walked towards the entrance. She was shocked to see a large crowd of protesters who were gathered there.

"Stay away whore!" yelled a man, who got right up in her face.

"Excuse me?" she said, not believing that he just called her that. She never even touched a customer. Who was he to call her that?

"It is immoral what goes on in that club, and we are shutting it down. Go home! Your customers won't enter if they see us here. All of you harlottes should go home to your husbands, or get a real job" he yelled.

"I happen to be single" said Sunny, "and *this* is my real job."

She pushed her way past him, but the club was empty inside. With all the protesters, nobody dared to attend the club. The protesters had cameras, and snapped pictures of everyone who got out of their cars. That was enough to keep everyone away. Men didn't come to the club to be recognized or threatened.

 

The next day was the same, then the day after that. The police refused to help. And the taunts got worse and worse every day. They called Sunny all sorts of names, and accused her of things she never did. She didn't touch the customers, let alone have sex with them. She didn't ruin marriages. She wasn't a whore. But they wouldn't let up.

Sunny cried. They were ruining her job, her only source of income, and her life. What was she going to do?

"It is right that you cry!" said the man who was the leader of the protesters. "You should suffer, if you work at such an evil job."

"I wish you understood! I wish you knew what its like to be in my shoes" said Sunny.

He just smiled a cold smile.

"I guess you'll have to go out and get a real job then" he said. But there was something strange in his tone of voice. It had risen a notch or two from his normal deep boom. Even he noticed it.

He coughed a couple of times, trying to clear his throat.

"Ahem" he said, in an even higher tone of voice. What was wrong? What was going on? He heard Sunny gasp. and per her hands over her mouth and nose.

"What? What's wrong?" he said. "What?!!!"

"You...you're changing" said Sunny. The man's harsh face had softened considerably. His nose was getting smaller, his chin more pointed. His face was starting to look....pretty.

Not only that, he was getting shorter. Before, he was about eight inches taller than her, towering over her as he shouted. But now, she was looking him right in the eyes. And his eyes looked pretty too.

"What is going on?" said the man in a tone of voice that was indistinguishable from that of a woman.

"You had better come inside with me" said Sunny.

The man didn't want to go inside that *hated* place. But he felt that he had to get away from everyone. He needed to hide. He followed Sunny into the door, as the crowd threw out taunts.

"Whores.!" cried a man as the hustled past. "Home wreckers!"

 

Inside the shelter of the club, Sunny turned to the man.

"What's your name?" she said.

"Chris" was the reply.

"Hi Chris, I'm Sunny" she said.

Chris stuck his hand out, in the typical male gesture of shaking hands. But his hands were like hers now, small, find, with thin fingers. His wrists were small too, just like hers. Her bracelet would easily slip over his tiny hands now.

"Follow me Chris" said Sunny, leading him by the hand. They went in a door marked "employees only", down a hall, then into another room. Chris was having a hard time keeping his shoes on. They kept wanted to fall off.

"You need to see yourself in a mirror" said Sunny, after she closed the door. They were in one of several locker rooms where the girls changed. That way, there was some semblance of privacy. Sunny shared it with three other girls. It was empty now, except for her and Chris.

Chris took off his coat, then his suit jacket. He gasped at what he saw when he first glimpsed his pretty face in the mirror. Not only did he have a pretty face now, but his hair had become full, long and curly, cascading down all around his head.

"I look like...like a girl."

"You look like you could be my sister" said Sunny.

Chris tore off his tie, and fumbled to get the buttons open on his starched white dress shirt. Even though the shirt was huge on him now, he could see where it puffed out in his chest. The large dark colored rings around his nipples were clearly visible under the shirt.

"Aaah!" he shrieked in a high piercing tone as he got his shirt of to reveal his smooth hairless chest, with the two soft mounds of flesh hanging there. As Sunny looked, she could see them continue to rise. Chris put his hands over them, as if trying to stop them from expanding, or to push them back in.

Most of the dancing girls at the club had boob jobs, so she was used to seeing pairs of DD or bigger. She sometimes felt inadequate with her little B cup boobs. And as Chris' chest continued to expand, it easily surpassed her, and was quickly catching up to even the best stacked girls at the club.

"Get them off of me!" shouted Chris, but Sunny just laughed. It was comical to see the panic in his eyes. Chris had treated Sunny and the other girls so badly. He seemed to despise them, thinking that they should be married, at home, and raising babies. He obviously had a low view of women. And now he was becoming one himself. His unease with his changing body was comical. There was a panic in his eyes.

"Take off your pants" said Sunny.

Chris took his hands off his boobs, undid his belt, and his pants just fell off him. He hesitated in removing his briefs, as if afraid to see what he already knew would be under there.

Sunny was surprised to see how smooth Chris's legs were, and the neat rectangle of hair that *she* had. She must have just had a bikini wax done from the looks of it. Just like the other dancers at the club.

"I'm a girl...." whispered Chris in disbelief.

"Sure looks like it" said Sunny.

"No" she replied, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

 

Just at that moment, a man walked into the room. Chris screamed, put one hand over her crotch, and her arm over her nipples, trying to hide herself. She turned her back, cowering.

"Don't worry babe, I've seen a naked woman before" chuckled the man.

"Hey Mike" said Sunny.

"Who's your shy friend?" he replied.

"Her name is Chris. She wants to dance here" said Sunny.

"She needs to get over her shyness. If she's afraid of me seeing her naked, how is she going to dance for a room full of men?"

"Why don't you get her a shot to loosen her up? She's just a little shy, that's all."

"I'll be right back" he said.

 

"What are you doing?" said Chris.

"Getting you a job" replied Sunny.

"I'm not going to dance here!" she said.

"What else are you going to do? Go home to your wife and tell her that you're a woman now too?"

"I can't do that!" she said.

"Then live on the streets? No, you need a job. You need a place to stay. I'll let you stay with me until you get on your feet, but unless you have a better idea, you had better work here. You certainly have the body for it."

 

Mike walked back in with a round of shots. Chris hurried over and grabbed one, downing it in a single gulp. She needed a drink. Or two.

Mike looked her up and down, and smiled.

"Are those real?" he asked. "Or did you just get them done."

"What?" asked Chris.

"Your boobs. Did you get a boob job?"

"No, she's all natural" said Sunny.

"Excellent! The customers will love you" said Mike. "Get dressed up, and you can go out there right now."

"What about the crowd?" asked Sunny.

"After that guy leading them disappeared, they all went away. The place is packed. You had better get dressed up too Sunny. They're all waiting for you."

 

Sunny opened up a locker, and dug through the various costumes there (if you could call the skimpy little pieces of tear-away fabric a 'costume'). She selected the "Naughty Nurse" for herself, and the cowgirl for Chris.

"Put this on" she said.

Chris was glad to get *anything* on her naked body, so even the skimpy little thing that would make a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader blush was welcomed at this point.

Chris downed the second shot that Mike had brought. As a big man, Chris had done half a dozen shots, without really feeling it. But she was unprepared for how hard it hit her, in her new petite *female* body.

The light on the wall blinked, indicating it was time to go on. Sunny took Chris by the hand, and led her down the hall. She was half drunk already, tipsy from just two shots. She offered very little resistance.

Suddenly, she looked up and realized that she was on stage. Under the hot lights. With a crowd gathered below at the tables.

"And now for your viewing enjoyment," said a voice over the PA, "Sunny and Chris!!!!"

Loud dance music boomed. Chris's body automatically responded by moving to it, in the way that only a woman can move. As Sunny stripped, she also removed the clothes from Chris.

When Sunny took off her top, the audience went wild. Her chest was a hit. She was taken aback at the reaction. She still couldn't believe that she looked how she did, and that she had big boobs now. But they were just right to excite men. And they were real, so the jiggled much better than the girls with fake ones. The clapping actually made her smile.

"They like you" whispered Sunny into her ear. That made Chris smile even more. She threw her arms up, and let the rhythm of the music take over.

"You're a dancer now too" said Sunny, as the left the stage, their hands full of twenty dollar bills that that men eagerly gave them. "You are one of us. This is your life now too."

"How can I do this?" she replied.

"Very easily. Just do what you did now. And you'll make enough money to live on, *and* save up for retirement. Some of us didn't choose this life, we were forced into it. But it is not all bad. You just dance, and collect money from the men out there. They are like sheep, willing to give us their cash, just to get a look at our bodies."

"But that's wrong" said Chris.

"What's the harm? They go home happy, and excited to see their wives. We get make a good living, and get to have some fun seeing them slobber all over us."

"I don't know" said Chris.

 

"Hey girls, that was a hot act out there!" said Mike. "I think I'll put you two together every night. When you whispered into her ear, all the guys thought it was the hottest thing they had seen. Do you think you could kiss on-stage next time?"

"Sure, she's a hottie" laughed Sunny.

"I am not a 'hottie'!" protested Chris.

"Okay, 'babe', 'hottie', whatever you like."

"Come on Chris, we need to work on some dance moves. I used to be a ballerina you know. I'm going to teach you a few techniques to improve your dancing."

"Yeah, make her become a ballerina too. The guys love that."

Chris felt helpless. She didn't know what else to do, other than to go along with her only friend. Sunny smiled and turned to her.

"You are such a pretty girl Chris. And now you're going to be a ballerina too".

  

  

  

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