It’s funny, Antonio had never liked going to the club before he was diagnosed with Second Puberty. Standing in long lines just to get rejected at the door, paying for overpriced drinks, getting looked over by most of the women he met, it all added up to a bad deal. As a woman, though, he couldn’t get enough of it. As it turned out, a little effort into his appearance could go a long way. It wasn’t exactly difficult, the women in his family had always been busty, and his new body was no exception. Second Puberty had left him with a body to die for, with perfect tits and wide hips that looked like they were meant to be shown off in a tight dress. A little bit of makeup and a low cut top was all he needed to make an impression now, a gift he took full advantage of every time he went for a night out.
Why wait in line when he could charm his way past the bouncer and into the VIP section with a couple of well-placed laughs and a bounce of his chest? Plus, it gave him a great chance to scope out the potential for the night, the lucky man he’d pull back to his apartment and ride until he couldn’t see straight. Yeah, it sounded a little slutty when he thought about it, but so what? he was a slut! As much as he loved going out to dance, it was the hookup afterwards that he loved the most, seeing the dress he picked out so carefully that night thrown onto some stranger’s floor as he brought the night to an explosive conclusion!
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