Victor looked at the knockout blond in the mirror and caught her breath. “Ok, one more time, from the top!” she told herself while she ran through the dance routine in her head again.
As a photographer, Victor knew nothing of dancing, only what looked good on film.
For the last week he had constantly criticized the dancers he had been hired to photograph for some promotional images. “Tits and Ass girls! Show more leg! Spread those thighs! Flash those tits!” He would shout at the girls as they ran through their routine. No one would buy a magazine for “good technique” they wanted tits and ass!
When the dance instructor, Ms Hugo confronted Victor about his sexist demands, he doubled down.
“If they want to get a reader’s attention, they should dance braless in a thong!” he shouted.
“So be it!” Ms Hugo replied and there was a flash of light.
The dancers all laughed as Victor found himself in the body of a big-titted leggy blond wearing nothing but a flimsy crop top and a lace thong that hardly covered her pussy.
“Learn the routine and perform it on stage flawlessly wearing THAT COSTUME next Tuesday and I will change you back!” Ms Hugo demanded. “Fail, and you can get used to flashing ‘tits and ass’ for the rest of your life”
It was now Tuesday morning. Victor had been working all week to learn the moves, but, as he looked at her new face in the mirror, she knew it was hopeless.