It was the strangest dream. I was with my college buddies, heading to our usual strip club. I even remember how happy we all had been at finding a parking spot right in front of the entrance. We went up the stairs like the hormone driven men that we were, looking forward to seeing some of the hottest girls we had ever seen strip in front of us to the enticing rhythm of loud music.
Not wanting to have anything get the way of our entertainment, we all sat right at the edge of the dance floor. Like I said this was a strange dream, I clearly remember the place being completely packed with people standing around but with just enough vacant chairs for my friends and I. We didn't complain, we just sat down and we each ordered a beer from the cutest waitress who, with her adorable looks and massive double D breasts, could easily have been one of the dancers. We, again as the hormone driven men that we were, began to howler and cheer as one of the dancers stepped onto the stage. She was introduced as Brittany and she had all of our attentions well before the music had started. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders and cascaded against her sensually swaying hips. Her long, smooth and shapely legs moved across the dance floor with such ease that I was ready to swear that she had floated out of someone's dreams. The look in her eyes could have melted steel, and the moment she began to sway to the music my friends and I were hooked. Any of the other girls could have come to us offering each and every one of us a free blowjob we wouldn't have cared. all we wanted was to watch Brittany dance. Like I said this was a strange dream. I would never refuse a free blowjob. Anyway back to the dream. At first Brittany's dance seemed to be as it should, for all of the cheering men that where in the club, but as time passed it felt more and more as if she had been dancing for us and us alone. Something about her enchanting dark eyes when they met ours, inviting us to share our fantasies with her. During the first song, she had only been doing the most basic moves, which were still more than enough to see us all ready to jerk off right there and then. As soon as the second song began, the real show started and I remember telling myself to close my mouth. Piece by piece Brittany's clothes began to come off, some dropping to the floor while others were tossed into the crowd to everyone's delight. This being all a dream, I can't exactly remember what she had been wearing, what I do remember was that when she took off her bra, thus releasing her perfect 40DDs into the open, the lacy garment landed on my laps. I looked down to make sure that this was real and when I looked up once again, Brittany had dropped onto her hands and knees right in front of me, giving me a perfect and tantalizing view of her breasts. The way she ever so slowly licked her shinning red lips made my pants instantaneously feel 4 sizes too small. I offered to return the bra to her then but I remember that she just smiled and went back to her dance, the look in her eyes hinting that she would get it back. later and on her own terms. "Can you imagine going through life looking like that?" I remembered one of my friends saying over the loud music. "I bet she doesn't have to buy anything. I know that I for one would give her anything and everything to be able to spend one night with her. I bet that body *feels* even better than it looks." That's when I remember it hit me. He was probably right. With a body like that, Brittany could more than likely get the majority of men, and women for that matter, to do whatever she wanted. The rest of the dance is a blur, but I do remember needing to rush to the bathroom as soon as she had stepped off the stage, my pants having become way too tight for my own good. Now bare with me. Like I said this is a dream. Somehow I managed to find my way into Brittany's dressing room instead of the men's bathroom. not that I was complaining, but I did suddenly become all too aware of the bulge that was in my pants. Judging by the way she was smiling and looking down in that area, it was easy to guess that she had noticed it too. "Came to bring my bra back?" She asked, her voice so sweet and charming that I found myself wishing to hear her speak some more. I didn't care what she said. I just wanted to hear her sweet, angelic voice again. "Did you like my dancing?" She asked, filling my heart with joy at the sound of her voice. I was so happy that I just nodded like an idiot instead of verbally answering. I must have looked like such a jerk and looser but someone she found the entire scene rather amusing. In fact she moved away from her vanity and invited me to take a seat where she had been. I'm not sure why but I did, never asking any questions, my eyes locked on the reflection of her perfect and naked body in the mirror. Before I could say or do anything, Brittany had removed my shirt and began to caress my bare chest with her long and sensual fingers. The feeling of her touch was electrical, almost orgasmic, forcing my eyes closed as she continued to make me feel like I had never felt before. The more she continued to touch me, the stranger I felt, as if her touch was somehow changing me, but because of the way I felt I didn't care and actually hoped that this feeling would never stop. Eventually, and to my great sadness, she slid her hands off my body, her touch having felt even softer near the end than it had at the beginning. Confusion washed through my thoughts as I opened my eyes to see the reflection in the mirror. Instead of her and me, I saw Brittany and another woman sitting where I was. "Do you like?" She innocently asked as she reached to bring my long blond hair over my shoulders to reveal the huge 40DDs that were now appearing to be on my chest. Sure that the reflection was that of someone else, I looked down and to my surprise found that the imagein the mirror I had seen had indeed been mine. Somehow I had been transformed into this blonde hair bombshell of a woman. I jumped to my feet and looked at Brittany with shock, but before I could voice any concerns of fears she placed a sensual finger against my lips and told me to take it easy, this was after all only a dream. Agreeing with her logic I complied and sat back in the chair in front of the vanity. With the skill of a surgeon and the talent of a renaissance artist, she began to do my makeup. In between not being able to see my reflection, I could see bits and pieces of the transformation happening before my very eyes, and in what had felt like a single heartbeat it was done. Brittany moved away and pointed to the new and improved reflection in the mirror. The reflection that met my gaze stunned me. She was gorgeous... I mean *I* was gorgeous. My full and shinning red lips seemed to be made for being wrapped around something long and hard. My carefully contoured eyes appeared as if they would melt the heart of any man in mere seconds, and the general look of innocence that reflected in the mirror hinted to something more, something much more. "Now have a look at my wardrobe," Brittany said leaving me sitting there by myself as she left the room. "I'll be right back." The fact that she had walked out totally naked never dawned onto me, I was just too taken by the reflection that was looking back at me. I just couldn't understand how such a vision of beauty could have been *me*. Reminding myself that this was only a dream, I finally managed to get myself off the chair and stop looking at my new body, and wow what a body it was. I made my way to her wardrobe, glancing back at the mirror on occasions, as if wondering when this illusion would end. When it didn't I began to look at the seemingly countless pairs of shoes, boots and other attires and someone instinctively reached in and grabbed something. First a black lace garter belt that fitted around my diminished waist perfectly followed by a pair of black stockings. It was only as the stockings rolled up my legs that I noticed just how smooth they had become, my simple touching them enough to send shivers throughout my body. Now, I can only guess that because I knew this was all a dream that the absence of a rather important part of my manhood had not bothered me, that in fact I had found the growing wetness between my legs to be rather interesting, exciting. Anyway, after the garter belt and the stockings, I selected a tight little black mini dress that showed more than a fair share of cleavage and ass, the V-cut line of the neck displaying nearly half of my new found breasts while the lower seam barely managed to reach below my ass. The reflection in the mirror as I looked at the result was amazing and had I still had my cock, I knew that it would have been rock hard at the sight.