Christmas was a real shitty time to be redecorating an apartment, but Noel had no choice. He was just an average guy, with an old flat that he had bought before moving in with his girl that he had started renting. That meant that now he had certain landlord obligations that were unfortunately eating into his Christmas holidays. Sometimes he wished he had just sold the damn thing, but Sasha thought it was good to have a property portfolio. His high maintenance girlfriend had made it quite clear that now the troublesome tenants in their uptown flat had finally been evicted, he needed to get it clear and ready for the new tenant to move in.
“Some guy is coming round this afternoon for a look,” she drawled down the phone, “I have no idea what kind of a mess those bitches made of the place, so get over there and clear it up before he arrives. Don’t fuck this up Noel.” Noel ignored the implied insult and just agreed, it was usually easier just to agree with Sasha. Arguments never ended well.
Trecking across town and into the block of flats, Noel cursed as he entered the apartment. “What the actual fuck? Is that a strippers pole? Those bitches put a strippers pole in our apartment… great.”
No wonder Sasha had wanted them thrown out. He hated to think of what the ditzy college girls he had stupidly allowed to use the place had been using the flat for. Cursing he looked in his tool box for something to use on the pole - he had never been in the dilemma of removing a strippers pole from a flat before. First he decided to test how firmly it was attached and walking over boldly grabbed hold of the pole with both hands.
A warm pleasant tingle spread through Noels hands and he grunted in surprise at how nice the pole felt as he began to run his hands up and down the metal. “Feels kinda nice,” he grunted almost drunkenly, moving a leg up and allowing the pole to slide along his inside leg. “Fuck, the girls who used this must have looked so fucking hot… I uuhhh feel kinda weird…”
Noel was only half aware that he was moving his body and shifting his weight around the pole. At first it was just a stumbling, awkward motion, but as he continued a definite rhythm was entering his movements. He was dancing and it felt good.
“Wh…what’s happening,” he groaned - his clothing suddenly feeling awkwardly tight. It was like his black jeans and t shirt were tightening on his body and his underwear felt like it was riding up into his crotch. Noel’s feet felt weird and looking down at his moving feet he could swear his black boots seemed taller somehow.
Noel’s body began to tingle as he threw back his head and put his weight on the pole. Before he knew it, he was off the ground, his legs wrapped round the metal and spinning expertly around it like he had done this hundreds of times. The motion caused his bones to crack and shift uncomfortably, but with a sudden crack his hips flared out and he suddenly felt loads more comfy.
Noel’s hair seemed to be in his eyes, which was weird because he usually had it cut short. His skin tingled and his clothes no longer felt tight, but breathable and light on his body - almost like a slinky black mesh. He could taste lipgloss on his mouth and his fingernails seemed to catch in his long black hair as he moved it out of his eyes.
“Like… what the fuck is happening?” he groaned, his voice rising in pitch as he fluttered heavily mascaraed eyelids and clenched his firm butt cheeks. “My ass feels like totally amazing, oh fuck yes.” Noel lent forward and felt a strange and pleasant weight on his chest, his top seemed stretched out, the mesh revealing the soft contours of a big pair of breasts beneath.
Spinning round the pole, Noel giggled as his boots lengthened and melted into six inch stripper heels leaving his long luscious legs entirely bare and his luxurious new body fully on display. Physically he now looked like a sexy babe with a tight body ready for fun. But the physical changes were not all that had happened… the pole had completely altered Noel’s mind and personality, turning him into a slutty, confident, money hungry stripper.
“Mmmmh, I feel really good,” moaned Noella as she did a final spin round the pole and then landed expertly on her feet at its base in a cloud of sexy perfume. “Oh fuck yes, I like, I turned into a woman and it feels amazing!” All her worries and concerns seemed to have faded. She didn’t feel like she had a a care in the world right now and she liked it.
Noella giggled and checked out her amazing new body. “The pole must have transformed me, I feel great. Fuck I’m horny now.” She slid a hand down to her shaved snatch and purred happily as she gently teased her kitty, “Ohhhh baby, I would kill for a cock right now. Mmmmh, guess I like guys now, sorry Sasha… though I’d happily still go down on you too baby.” Noella giggled, imagining what her stupid straight laced girlfriend would say if she could see her now. “Actually, I think I would like that bitch to go down on me, I’d make her lick me till I creamed myself… mmmh.”
The new slut admired herself in a nearby mirror, knowing she should be concerned about what had happened, but somehow unable to care or concern herself about her sudden sex change. “I’m a bad bitch now and I like it. Fuck, with this body I could make a fortune dancing on tables… mmmmh, or even become a pornstar.” This was amazing, Noella felt just felt like partying and having fun. Christmas was the party season after all. Walking over to the sideboard she whooped as she found some tequila that the girls had left behind and she downed a couple of shots. “Mmmmh, that takes some of the edge off.”
Noella began to head to the door when there was a sudden knocking and her heart skipped a beat. Who could that be?
“Oh shit yeah, the potential tenant,” she mused. There was no way she was letting anyone take this flat away from her now it had a magic pole installed that could turn her into such a hottie. He’d have to go whistle, but first she could have some fun. Grinning she walked to the door and opened it, deliberately standing sexily in the doorway.
“Hi can I help you?” she purred innocently.
“Oh… oh hi, I ummm… are you Sasha?” stuttered a handsome looking young guy somewhat taken aback by the appearance of the hot woman in front of him.
“No, I’m her sister Noella,” she giggled.
“Oh, hi I’m Mark. Noella huh? That’s weird, I thought her boyfriend was called Noel and I was meeting him - I must have misunderstood. I ummm, I thought I was going to have a look round the place you see.”
“Sorry baby, but the apartment isn’t available to rent anymore,” pouted Noella. “I’m afraid I’m using it now for… practice.”
“Oh, okay - that’s a shame,” stuttered the man, but before he could react Noella slipped an arm round his shoulder and moved him inside.
“It’s okay… I can show you what I’m practicing if you like. What’s in the bag?”
“Oh.. this. Just some money for a deposit. Sasha said if I liked the place I could put a cash deposit down tonight.”
Noella’s eyes lit up. “You got cash baby? Well it’s a shame you’ve come all this way tonight for nothing. Maybe I can find some other way you can spend your cash? I’m a stripper you see. How would you like a private performance?”
Mark seemed uncomfortable, but Noella eased his worries and moved him to a seat. The boy was too shy and nervous to resist, she liked that. She began to dance in front of him and above him… gyrating her body and performing her most erotic moves. Mark groaned and she saw his brow perspire.
“You wanna see more baby, put some money on the table.”
Mark hesitated, but then his hand went into the bag and he began to produce money. Noella smiled as he laid it down onto the table and she began to remove her clothes. “You like my pussy baby?” she purred, sliding her thong to one side and making his mouth drop open as she showed her perfect pussy to him. She could see his erection now straining through his pants and to her delight, it was clear he was a big boy.
“You know Mark - I like you,” she giggled coming down from the pole. “I wanna make tonight really special for you. Give me half of the money in your bag and I’ll suck your cock.”
Mark gasped. “No… I couldn’t, I mean… I’ve never…”
“Come on baby, don’t you wanna know how it feels? Isn’t that worth some cash?”
There was a strange magic in the air sapping Mark’s resistance. Whatever magic had created Noella gave her a power over men and Mark was helpless to resist as she unzipped his pants and slowly took his cock into her mouth.
“Mmmppphhhhh, oh yeah,” she groaned delightedly as his big dick got even harder in her hot wet mouth. She sucked and slurped on his schlong with desperate delight loving the taste and feel of it.
“Ohhh baby, if you give me all your money I’ll let you fuck me… without a condom.”
“Uhhhh, are you crazy? That’s all my deposit, I need that money…”
“Right now you need to be inside me… you want this baby, it’s worth every penny believe me. Fuck me Mark, use me like a slut… you know you want to.”
Marks self control was gone and he threw Noella over the couch and rammed his fat cock deep into her tight heavenly pussy. “Oh my fucking God, Noella, you feel so good,” he moaned and the horny evil slut moaned in sheer pleasure as he began to fuck her.
The bag of money was in front of her and Noella groaned in ecstasy as she got fucked and saw all the money that was now hers. “Yes Mark, fuck me hard… fuck meeeee!”
Noella groaned as she felt Mark cum inside her and he shuddered and groaned in pleasure. Grinning she slid his softening dick out of her pussy and licked his cock clean. He still looked dazed and confused as she buttoned up his trousers for him and guided him out of the flat.
Slamming the door shut and locking the bolt home before he had a chance to think about it, Noella grinned at the big bag of money on the table. What an idiot… he’d let her take it all. With this money she could do this place up… maybe buy some security and get some more girls. She could even create more girls by making others touch her pole. She grinned at the thought of being her own madame of an illegal pole dancing club.
“I get the sense this pole has a lot of magic powers,” she purred. “That guy would never normally been so stupid, I must be like super sexy and able to soften a guys brain up or something. Mmmmh, with these powers I can have a lot of fun and get rich. I wanna be slutty and rich… mmmmh, forever… and if I can have a lot of sex doing it, so much the better.”
Noella spent the next few hours counting her money and making plans. This was gonna be amazing, she’d soon be one on the biggest players in this town. But she was only half done as the sun began to rise and she felt a sudden tingle and her body began to ache. Falling to the floor she groaned as she transformed back into Noel, the magic of the pole ending as the new day truly began with the rising of the sun. The night-time - the time of the stripper and the slut was now over.
“Oh hell, what did I do?” groaned Noel as he stood up groggily and the events of the night now filtered through his own brain. He looked down at the big bag of money and gulped. “Oh shit, I was such a nasty slut and it felt so amazing.”
He could already feel the itch - the urge to become Noella again and thoughts of money, pleasure and power were now implanted in his head. Looking at the pole he shivered and nodded. Being an evil stripper made him feel alive. He was addicted now.
“Yes… I’ll become you again Noella, tonight and every night. This is just the beginning, together we’ll do amazing things…”
The pole shimmered. It had finally begun…
