The pounding of her feet was as steady as Michelle Gains jogged down a different path than she would usually take. Her thoughts were negative as they always seemed to be these days. Stupid Church Service taking up all of the parking spaces by her preferred spot to start her run. Sweat was causing her workout clothes to feel clammy and the loose tee she wore over her sports bra was now drenched. As she was running she heard the sounds of two people having sex. It was disgraceful. She was here running trying to lose weight and tone herself as her forty three year old body was apparently not good enough anymore. Michelle huffed as she thought about her ex-husband and his harlot of a twenty something secretary now living it up while she was struggling made her so mad. She was so glad she had put her foot down and said no to having children with him. She was so glad she didn’t have a kid to deal with as now she was trying to hit the dating scene again. So many men turned her down. She thought she was attractive, but apparently not. Her dark brown hair looked nice. She had Double C breasts that sagged a small bit. Her tummy isn't toned, sure she had some belly fat, what forty year old woman working an office job didn’t. Basically she was the typical woman of age that had lived life. Now, she was out everyday running or doing some sort of exercising to try and fit a standard that is truly insane for a woman of her age.

“Finally!” Michelle exclaimed as she came to the end of the trail. She pulled water from a cooler in her car and walked over to a nearby bench and slowly hydrated. The small breeze was slowly cooling her skin. She closed her eyes and rested as her body slowed down from the strenuous run. As she opened her eyes she saw something in the monkey grass planted around the trail entrance. “What could you be?” she said getting up and walking over. “An Egg!” she chuckled. “How appropriate. Michelle picked it up and felt how heavy it was and her curiosity was piqued. The craftsmanship was so detailed. She shrugged and went to her car and placed it into her workout bag before heading home.

“Showers are my happy place nowadays.” sighed Michelle as she went and grabbed her ratty sweat pants and her favorite band Tee to dress after cleaning up her sweaty body. She was milling around the kitchen before heading to a rest on her couch. Her mind was feeling the need to scroll social media. Where was her phone? She rolled her eyes as she remembered it was in her workout bag. Her eyes landed on the egg once she located her phone. Setting the phone aside she gave the egg a good inspection. “You look expensive. Just what are you?” Turning the egg around she noticed a small lens on each end. It looked like the kaleidoscopes she had loved as a child. Michelle looked in the tapered end of the egg leaving the wide end to scan what she could see through it. Turning slowly around her bedroom, Michelle became dizzy as she looked at the world through the egg. It wasn’t like the toys of her childhood. What she saw seemed to be fractured. There was a middle point that had lines cascading out in broken fashion. She paused as she saw her reflection in her full length mirror. The world around her exploded in sparkles and light as unseen to her, a form much like the shape of a rabbit flew into the reflection of the mirror then bounced back at the egg. The world around Michelle fractured just like the image inside the egg had looked. The reality of the Universe was breaking and reforming. The egg dissolved into a powdery dust that seemed to disappear as it fell through her hands.

A giggle escaped the lips of the woman now standing in front of the mirror. Her young fit body was tight and toned. The light brown hair was streaked with bright pink highlights. “You look good, Shelly.” the young woman said as she smiled and admired herself in the mirror. Her body was wearing just a pair of sexy pink lace panties. The deep tan of her body, giving her a nice glow. Her Double D tits stood high and proud on her muscular frame. She was not endowed with too much muscle, just enough that allowed her to do amazing feats on the stripper pole she now hopped on in her bedroom and spun around. “So fucking hot. I am so ready.” Shelly stood once again and went to put on the matching lace bra. Over that she tied a white school girl shirt and an added cute pink scarf. The tartan plaid with pink and black as the dominant colors in her skirt completed her sexy school girl outfit.  In the bathroom she applied her sluttiest make up and then some body glitter to her cleavage. Taking some hair ties she made pigtails that started high up on her head before blowing a kiss to her reflection.

She did pause to grab her clutch with her I.D. and phone as she skipped out of her apartment. The Lyft driver nearly had a heart attack when she got inside. He kept glancing back at her as he drove her to her destination. The car stopped outside the Pink Bunny Gentleman’s Club. “Tonight is my first night dancing Sweetie. Swing back and I will give you a free lap dance, K?” The slack jawed driver just nodded as she ran to the Club’s side entrance. “Hiya Burt!” she said as she hopped up, giving the tall African American bouncer a peck on the cheek. “Hey there Shelly. Are you ready for your debut night?” She giggled, “Sure am stud! You gonna watch?” He looked her over. Letting out a long whistle he nodded no. “Sorry Doll, I am meeting the boys at the park in five minutes to play some BBall.” Shelly shrugged as she went inside, “Your loss.” The door closed as Burt went in behind her as the next shift took his place. He placed his walkie in the charging station and went into the restroom to change. Soon he had exited the building and was driving to the park to meet up with his boys.

Flashes of light bombarded the stage as the announcer began his long intro for the Pink Bunny’s newest dancer. The hype just helped build the ferver inside the building. Some of the girls even paused as Shelly was introduced, their marks also gazing at the main stage. Of course she was not Shelly now, no, her stage name was Luna Moon. The underaged looking woman bounced onto the stage blowing kisses as she skipped around. She looked young, selling the illusion of a school girl. Her age now was twenty-three. Her routine was flawless. The reveals of skin and the way she teased each removal of clothing. When she was just down to her panties she started pole dancing. Legs swung around as she flipped and flew around the pole in a dizzying display of strength and flexibility. The money flew fast. Once she slowed back down she crawled around the edge of the stage letting those lucky enough have a touch as they slipped bills in her panties. She paused as she saw five one hundred dollar bills flashed before her. She did a breakdance spin and slid to a stretched leg stop before the older gentleman. He promptly pushed the bills and his hand down into the front of her soaking panties. The music faded as she moved off the stage landing in front of the man. He hugged her close as they sauntered back into a private area of the club. Luna was done for the night as the major investor of the Pink Bunny enlisted her for some private dancing the rest of the night.