Cursed Object: Stripper Pole

I recently inherited an old abandoned strip club from my grandparents after they passed away. It hasn’t been open in nearly fifty years, apparently, it was really popular back when my grandfather was running the place.

They closed the place after my grandmother got pregnant with my mother, I’m not really sure why they never reopened it. Perhaps their morals changed and they decided they didn’t want to be involved with it anymore.

Whatever their reasons were they left the place to me, so it was my problem. I’m heading over there now to check the place out and to prepare the place to be sold. I don’t have the experience or knowledge to run a business never mind a strip club.

I thought the inside would be a dusty broken-down mess, but it was spotless on the inside. All the equipment worked and seemed modern. The bar was even fully stocked, if I didn’t know any better I would say it was ready to open.

Perhaps they wanted to reopen it, but age caught up to them before they could. Or the alternative, Grandma was putting on shows for Grandpa. I don’t really want to sit here and think about that. With everything in much better condition than I expected, I sat at the bar and pulled up my phone.

I started looking at prices and property values and was able to estimate that I could get nearly eight hundred thousand for the property with everything inside included. That’ll be a nice amount of money for almost no work on my part.

I decided to pour myself a drink and toast in honor of my grandparents. One drink ended up being an entire bottle and before I knew it I was drunk. Now a drunken fool, I had the bright idea of playing the music loudly and turning all the stage lights on.

I started dancing around, or more like stumbling around like a drunken fool. At some point, I spilled my alcohol all over myself and took my clothes off. I stumbled into the back to look for something to wear, of course, the only clothes were revealing stripper clothes.

Being as drunk as I was, I thought it would be a riot to wear one of the outfits. I found a bra and panty set that was way too big for me. Whoever was supposed to wear this had a massive rack and wide hips.

Now that I wasn’t naked anymore I stumbled back out to the front to grab another bottle. For the next few minutes, I continued messing around until I hit a button on the light panel. All the lights in the room turned and pointed to one spot, the main stage with an older-looking strip pole.

I stared at it for a few minutes, everything was set up for it, and I was even dressed for it. I hopped on stage and grabbed the pole. As soon as I touched the pole I felt some sort of magic flow through me. It felt good, at first I started by just swinging around.

After a bit I was using both hands and legs and doing all kinds of tricks I didn’t even know I could. I started really getting into the role, rubbing my body all up against the pole and shaking my body around.

Since I was so drunk I didn’t even notice the changes that were happening to my body. Those very loose clothes I jokingly put on were starting to fit, hell they were starting to get tight. My waist was slim and firm, my hips wide and my legs long and sexy.

My hair started to grow along with my chest. My chest was the biggest change, they grew to a size worthy of a stripper. My dick slowly sucked in and opened up. It started to feel really good rubbing up against the pole. I started to feel very aroused.

I kept dancing, getting better the more my body changed. After all the changes finished, I slid the pole in between my massive tits and started humping away at the pole. I went until my new body cummed, and then I passed out on stage.

I woke up the next morning with a hangover, smelling like alcohol, sweet and cum. I got up and off of the stage, my body feeling very different. I went to the bathroom to try and sort myself out, and more importantly, get out of this soaked underwear.

When I got to the bathroom and looked down to slide them off I noticed I couldn't see the ground. I looked in the mirror and saw this hot woman staring back at me. This had to be a dream. I messed around with the tits that now sat on my chest and sure enough I felt every touch, these girls were real.

I had no idea why I transformed into a woman perfect for being a stripper. I cleaned myself up and grabbed some more clothes from the back. There had to be some sort of explanation, so I began looking through the files in my grandparent's office.

I didn’t find anything relating to this phenomenon, but I found some old pictures of my grandfather and another man. My grandfather was standing in front of the stage and the other man was jokingly holding onto the pole.

The other man doesn’t seem to be in any of the other pictures, he seems to have been replaced by my grandmother. Wait, don't tell me, that the pole is cursed and whoever touches it becomes a stripper.

That would also mean it cursed my grandmother back when she was a business partner with my grandfather. Seeing as she lived her whole curse, I’m guessing there’s no way to break it. I don't really know what to do now.

I could sell this place like I was intending and let that cursed pole be someone else's problem. On the other hand, I could open this place back up. I won't even need to rush to hire any strippers, I clearly had that covered.

Just a bartender, a bouncer, and a few servers. I could always hire more staff if necessary. Was I really considering this? I turned into a woman last night and now I was going right to being a stripper. I’d have to get on stage every night and have a crowd of horny men cheering me on and putting money into my underwear.

Maybe even do private dances in the back rooms, having to deal with the occasional guy who gets too handsy. Why are my legs wet, wait there's no way I’m getting turned on just thinking about all of this.

It has to be this curse right, it made me a stripper and it’s making me want to stay and work here. No wonder this place was kept up to date, my grandma must have been drawn to coming back here. So over the next few months, I opened the place up and business took off.

At some point, some government people found out about my change and the pole. They took the pole away so it wouldn’t curse anyone ever again. They also took care of changing any paperwork involving my new identity and let me continue with my club.

I had a new pole installed and with no worry of anyone else getting cursed, I went ahead and hired more dancers. Life is pretty good now. The club made me a lot of money, and I had a good time in and out of work hours. I honestly wouldn’t change a thing.