It's been a while, Master, but now you're finally ready. I gave you a choice of how to confront your true self and you chose to do that here. So I gave you a new life, a temporary life. This is not your final fate, unless you choose that for yourself. You certainly seem to enjoy it here. You enjoy the attention you get from these men, the money they throw at you like they're worshipping you. Is that what this was all about? Did you want to feel noticed, wanted, needed?
You spot me from your podium and I see the recognition. I don't look anything like I used to, but you and I are connected. No matter my form, you know that I am yours to command. It's hard to tell if you're relieved, furious, or upset, beneath that sultry gaze you maintain for your audience. I haven't delved into your mind, nor have I watched you as you spent your time in this establishment. You probably thought I had left you or forgotten you. Yet here I am.
The other men in the club are now gone. It's just you and I. The music continues to play and you have a little mishief in you. You begin to dance once more, eager to show off your new skills. They certainly impress. I can see why these men are wasting their money on this show, though we both know the real money comes from 'extra services'. I wonder how many men you've given private dances for. How many men have been allowed to touch? How many have paid you for the use of your hand, your mouth, your body? And perhaps I can be the next in line.
The cash appears in my hand within the blink of an eye. You smile. I'm playing along with your little game and acting like a usual guy at a stripclub. And you play your part so well. You approach on your hands and knees with your eyes locked on mine. I stuff some cash down your cleavage and you straddle me, rubbing against me.
"I was beginning to think you'd tricked me." You whisper into my ear.
"It would hardly be a trick to give you a life you always wanted." I reply.
You can feel that I'm growing hard beneath you and there's no denying it excites you. I can feel the heat as you rub against me, hear the gasp of pleasure you attempt to stifle. You have a lot of experience with this, I can already tell. But now I want to delve in and see for myself. My my. You've been a busy girl. So many clients. Some of them didn't even pay you and you didn't complain. You're in it for the sex, not the money. I can see you've tried just about everything in such a short span of time and you still want to go further with me before we discuss your future.
"You're a bigger slut than I realised, Master."
"Call me 'Mistress'. It seems far more appropriate."
I agree. You aren't much of a man anymore. To think, you used to care about your education. Now you have a job that doesn't require much brain power at all. Some would be ashamed of it, but you truly enjoy this. I gave you a body that would fulfill the experience, but you are the one behind the wheel. You've become the woman I created for you. But that isn't who you truly are. This is just the chance for you to embrace it.
"What's your next wish, Mistress?"
"Just fuck me, you idiot!" You moan.
You seem content. But you still have virtually unlimited power at your disposal. I can do so much more for you. I am ready, willing, and able. Yet you'd rather have me play the mortal and fuck you harder. Perhaps I should simply move on, as you thought I had. This wasn't what I expected for you, but if it makes you truly happy then my work is done here. I could disconnect myself from you and find a new Master, maybe a new Mistress.
You cum, hard. I made sure this form would bring plenty of pleasure. It also gives it in equal measure. I can feel myself getting close. You feel it too, don't you? Even in the haze of your orgasm, you have the sense to dismount and fall to your knees, as you have done countless times. I can't hold it in any longer and my cum sprays across your chest and face. You look so content.
"Mistress... I believe we're done here."
You nod, taking a look around you. This club has become your home. Your old life is no more. You are now the main attraction for The Little Emerald. You are happy. You are a woman, just as you have always wanted, but never confessed.
Thank you, for letting me be a part of your journey. Enjoy.