Her Fairy God Mother (Commissioned TG Story)

Thank you to Wildcirno for commissioning us to write a story about his art work above. I hope you enjoy the story

Her Fairy God Mother.

Pushing through the staff door and onto the work floor, I force a smile. The usual smell of smoke and alcohol fills the air. A lot of the girls are already out working, doing their best to please the male clientele, as I take a deep breath and start my shift.

Tonight, is another uptight Hollywood function, with moody celebrities and suck-ups. It’s the worst kind of function to have to work and Mr. Johnson knows we all hate it.

The only real positive for me and the rest of the working girls is that we get to wear little black dresses over our usual lingerie. I don’t mind the lingerie that much, but the late nights can get cold and the skimpy outfits we wear don’t offer much protection from the elements.

“Talyor,” I hear as Mr. Johnson calls me over.

He’s standing and talking to a group of other working girls. He must be giving us our table numbers for tonight. God, I hope he gives me a good one! I hate it when I get stuck with the Z-list celebrities. They don’t tip and I need the goddam money right now!

“Jessie, your working table 3. He commands. “Taylor, you’re working table 33 tonight.”

Shit the bed! I can’t do table 33 again! I’ll never make enough money to pay bills this month!

“Roberto,” I say softly after the other girls have left. “I can’t do table 33 again! You know it’s waste of time for us.”

“Shut it, Taylor,” he barks as he raises his hand against me. “Go and do your job before I find another whore who will!”

As much as the guy scared me, with his huge super muscley body, I had to say something. I’m desperate for the money.

“Please sir,” I plea as I grab his hand. “Please find it in your heart to let me have a good table tonight. I’m going to get kicked out if I don’t stump up the money!”

He growls and throws me off him. I fall to the floor with a screech and a bump and land on my ass. Thank god I’ve got a lot of padding down there, otherwise, that could have hurt.

“Silly girl!” He yells as people in the club start looking. “You’ve gotta be more careful,” he tells me as he offers a hand and pulls me up.

I wanted to get away from him as quickly as I could, but before I had the chance, he’d pulled me into his clutches. My face was shoved into his huge rock-hard chest. So close, I feel the warmth of his breath on my ear

“Bitch, if you disobey me again, your out on the street!” He angrily whispers into my ear as he tightly grips my arm with his strong hands.

He then lets me go and pushes me in the direction of my table. I stumble a little as my feet try and keep up. I felt like everyone was looking at me. I was so embarrassed!

If only he knew what It was like for us girls out there, he’d give us a break! Never mind, just gotta get on with what was going to be such a shit night.

Approaching table 33, I soon realize that it’s basically empty. One guy is sat at the table that’s supposed to seat nine people. It happens all the time! The people invited never turn up, or they are so drunk they’ve already passed out. Still, I’ve got a job to do and I really don’t want to upset Roberto.

“Good evening,” I say, forcing a smile and pushing my tits forward, so my assets are visible as possible in my low-cut black mini dress. “I’m Taylor and I’m your server for tonight. If you want a drink or a dance, just let me know!”

The guy, sitting alone at the table, gives me a sinister-looking smirk. He’s resting his head in his hands and his tramp-like clothing made him look rather out of place.

“Hello Taylor, you sexy little morsel,” he says with a husky voice. “I see you’re having issues with that man over there?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing,” I explain as I force a bigger smile and wave it off.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask him as I playfully flick my long golden blonde hair over my shoulder. “Or maybe you’d like a dance?” I ask seductively.

This guy looks pretty greasy and like he’d smell badly of body odor, so I kinda hoped he’d only ask for a drink. That being said, I did really need the money that comes from doing the private dances.

I knew dancing for him would likely score me extra tips, from dollar bills getting stuffed into my panties. My feelings are always mixed when having to do them, even if they are the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

It was the fact men treated me like a plaything. Just lusting after my body like my person didn’t exist. Sometimes I really wish I wasn’t born a woman.

“Sweety,” he says licking his lips. “I think you’ve got something I need. I want you to dance for me.”

Internally I’m screaming, but on the outside, I throw him a smile and gently grab his sweaty hands. I pull him from his seat and start leading him to a private dance booth.

“Sit down, sugar,” I say as close the booth door behind me. “It’s thirty dollars for a lap dance.”

As I sexually wrap one of my legs around the dance pole, in the middle of the room, he slumps down into his seat.

“I can see the sadness in your eyes,” he chuckles as he pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth.

That wasn’t how these things usually start. I ignored his comments, knowing I needed to try and make sure he pays for me to dance for him.

To get him in the mood, I decide to flash more of my tits at him, by holding the pole as I lean in towards him.

“For thirty dollars, I’m all yours baby,” I tell him as I blow a kiss.

Leaning back into the seat, he pulls a lighter out and sparks up his cigarette. Taking a long drag, he blows the smoke in my direction.

“Talyor,” he says with a gruff voice. “I watched you with that guy earlier. Does it piss you off that he gets a cut of everything you working girls earn?”

It was true that I loathe the fact we girls do all the hard work and Roberto just takes a cut, but I didn’t want to have that conversation right now. All I wanted was for him to pay up, so I could do my set and get him to go back to his table.

I knew I needed to start appealing to the male brain in his pants. So I reach for the front zip on my dress located by my tits, for easy removal and I start unzipping my dress apart.

Slowly, my super tight red corset and matching G-string is out on display. If this guy isn't interested in the curves I’ve got to offer, there's something wrong with him!

“Baby,” he says taking another long drag. “Answer my question.”

“Look, just let me dance for you, ok?” I whine as he blows smoke in my direction.

“Taylor,” he says in a now demanding voice. “I will give you fifty dollars if you just come and sit down here next to me.”

A little shocked, I was happy If that meant getting out of this situation. I’m all up for just sitting down for that amount of money!

Not bothering to do up my dress, it just hangs from me like a jacket. I tuck it under my legs as I perch myself next to him and fold my legs. I didn’t want him reaching in and trying to touch me down there.

“That’s better,” he smiles and pulls out a fifty-dollar bill. “Now, answer my question. Would you rather be the guy out there making the easy money?”

“What Roberto?” I ask as I watch him pervertedly look me up and down.

“Yeah honey,” he grins. “Would you rather be that guy? Would you rather be the one in charge? Would you rather be the man….. in charge?

That would be fucking amazing if I was. I’d be in control of the club. Earning all that cash. My problems would be sorted!

“Yeah, I suppose I would,” I answer as I nervously fold my arms, to cover my tits.

“What if I told you I could make that happen for you sweetie,” He says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tin. “Take this pill and let me show you what I can do for you.”

“No way!” I exclaim “I’m not taking anything. That pill could be full of any random shit!”

“Honey, come on.” He growls. “I promise this will make your wish come true. Here, don’t believe me. I will give you two hundred dollars to take it.”

He flashes a money clip of notes around in his other hand as he thrust the pale blue pill towards me with the other. I really needed that money, and seeing as I have no one else at my table. I’m pretty much stuck. That’s unless I want to start working on the streets.

I grabbed the pill and swallow it down. As I do, I could see his smile turn menacing.

“Good,” he smirks. “You will blackout for a moment, but it will only be a moment.

I started feeling dizzy and woozy. “Wha….”

Coming back around, I then open my eyes to find him still sitting to my side. His just lit cigarette is now almost completely gone.

“How’d you feel?” He asks as he stubs it out on the seat fabric. “Do you notice anything different?”

I did feel different. I felt very different! My corset seemed so much tighter, my underwear felt strained and my boobs felt like they were missing.

“Holy fuck!” I scream as I look down to see my tits are no longer attached to my body. They are just hanging off, only being held in my lingerie. Grabbing hold of them and trying to push them against my chest, in hopes they would reattach, I soon realize my tits are now made of rubber.

“What the fuck have you done!?” I scream again as I lean forwards and uncross my legs. “My tits have become fake!”

He just smiles and chuckles to himself as he points down at my crotch.

Dreading looking, I could feel an unusual lump down there that had never been there before. I open my legs wide and my underwear sags from the weight of a cock and balls where my pussy used to be. It wasn’t like my tits, I could feel that thing down there as I moved.

“I’ve got a fucking cock!” I shout “What the fuck did you give me!?”

“Listen, calm down,” he demands. “The pill I’ve given you has semi-transformed your female body and given it some male parts.”

“Really?” I excitedly reply. I get a sharp kick of pleasure from my new cock as I start believing what he said was true. Could he really completely turn me into a guy? No more dancing for money and I’d be in charge?

“Actually, you’re only halfway there,” he continues to tell me as he grabs a hand full of my still very long hair. “Once I give you the other half of the pill, you will transform completely. Your muscles will grow, your hair will become shorter and your voice will become deeper.”

My mind was racing! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and feeling! Having a cock between my legs was crazy but I felt amazing! All I could think about was getting the rest of the transformation done and leaving this female life behind.

“Ok, let me have the rest,” I say as I once again look down at my new, pretty large cock. “I thought I’d be sadder to see my pussy go, but I’m so ready to be a man!”

“You have to do something for me first,” He says leaning back into his chair and pulling the same sinister look as earlier. “While you're still somewhat female, I’m horney and I need the sweet release of a good fuck!”.

I give him a sideways glance.

“You want me to still give you a lap dance?” I ask. “What, with my fake tits hanging off my chest and my tackle barely being held in by my underwear?

He leans over to me and coughs.

“You want to change completely?” he questions as he unzips his pants. “I want to cum in your ass while you are still girly enough for me to get hard.

“You want to what?” I ask as I recoil away.

He stands and allows his pants to fall to the floor. His erect penis thrusting from his boxers.

“Taylor, all I’m asking is you to do, is let me release my sexual tension with you while you’re still passable as a woman. Then once I’m satisfied, I will let you have the rest of the pill.”

I wasn’t sure what to say or do. The guy was true to his word, and it looks like he really could make that wish come true. But on the other hand, I’d never liked anal. I wasn’t sure I was going to like it now, even if it was the only place he could penetrate me now.

I slowly get up and my now fake breasts almost fall out as I do. My penis also sways as I move I turn my back on him and bend over.

“That’s right,” He says as he places his hands on my sides and pushes his erect cock against my ass.

He leans against me and I have to hold us both up with my arms.

“Here’s the plan,” He whispers as I struggle to hold us both up. “Once I’m finished with you, we will change you fully. Then I get this Roberto guy to take the feminine version. That will make him turn female.”

I try my best to listen to his plan and agree with the bits I do hear, but I was very distracted by his cock pushing against my ass and my new cock, oddly growing larger, as my feminine underwear struggles to hold it in

“When he blacks out, we will drag him into this booth,” He continues as my cock becomes fully erect. “Then you can take his uniform and dress him in this sexy lingerie you’ve got on. Once he wakes up, all dress your sexy underwear, tits hanging from his chest, and cock completely missing. He will be desperate for us to change him back. We will have the power!”

“It’s a plan,” I reply nervously as his impending penetration makes me physically shake.

“Good,” he says as I feel him rub spit into my arsehole. “Now, take this like a man you are about to become.”

I close my eyes tight as I feel the tip of what feels like the biggest cock I’d ever taken, slowly push through the resistance of my tight arsehole. His spit lubrication barely helping it slide in with any ease. That doesn’t stop him, he forces it in and disregards any moans of pain I make.

“Mmmm,” I fake moan, to try and speed his excitement up to the point he will cum

The immense pain continues as his cock fills me completely. I’d been penetrated by many men in the past, but that was with my pussy, that always desired it.

His thrusting does nothing to help my pleasure. As his cock slides in and out, I feel each movement burn my ring. I do my best to let out more feminine moans of pleasure. He must have been able to tell how much pain I was in, by how much my body was shaking with adrenaline.

That’s when I feel him reach into my panties and grabs hold of my now sagging cock, from the pain. His sweaty fingers encasing my cock as he tugs me up and down.

“Fucking in hell!” I cry as the pain of his cock mixes with the first-time feeling of pleasure emanating from my new cock.

His thrusting becomes almost rhythmic with the movement of his hand and before I know it, we are both tensing up.

“Fuck!” we both scream in unison as his cock fills my ass with his load and I spray mine all over his hand.

Letting go of my throbbing cock, he shakes the cum from his hands

“Thanks for that. Your sexy advances earlier got me all excited. now I’m all good” He whispers. “If you’re ready Let's go and put out plan into action!”

“I’m ready,” I squeal as he pulls his cock from my ass. “Why are you doing this for me?” I ask as I feel my cock throb after my first ever ejaculation as a guy.

“I have my reasons,” He chuckles as he wipes his cock on my leg and pulls his pants back up. “Let's just say I’m your fairy godmother.”