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Xandere stepped into the strip club with a smile on his face. He had been promised a good time by the owner, and it wasn't long before he was greeted by Myu, a herm anthro horse with a reputation for being manipulative and deceptive, but also sassy, smug, and fun. In addition, the very owner of the club.

"Xandere, my star! Just the performer I needed to see. Our audience is clamoring for your breathtaking talent. You're the talk of the town, you know," Myu said, skillfully feigning surprise.

Xandere furrowed his brows, taken aback. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person. I'm just here to watch the show," he stammered. Myu was the one who invited him to watch, not to dance!

Myu laughed and shook her head. "Xandere, my dear, you've always been so modest. You're the very essence of our show, and your performances have become legendary. Your fans are here tonight, eagerly anticipating your mesmerizing routine, shaking your amazing breasts towards the audience as they bounce up and down, sway from side to side, and your tits do that too!"

Before Xandere could object, Myu began to work her manipulative magic on him. Xandere's body tingled as he felt a sudden warmth and heaviness in his chest. He looked down to see his chest morphing, growing fuller and rounder, forming the unmistakable shape of a woman's breasts right underneath his shirt.

Feeling disoriented and overwhelmed, Xandere tried to make sense of the situation. "Wait, this isn't right," he stammered, running his hands over his newly formed breasts.

Myu smirked, twirling a lock of their mane. "Oh, Xandere, this has always been part of who you are. You've been a stunning female performer for us for ages. Don't you remember?"

As Myu continued to gaslight Xandere, his body continued to transform. His hips expanded, his waist cinched, and his once-masculine features softened into those of a woman. He felt his strength and power move downward directly into his throbbing cock, a shaft which yearned to orgasm at the slightest touch..

"What's happening to me?" Xandere gasped, his voice now soft and feminine. If it weren't for the package between Xandere's legs, one would easily confuse him with a woman.

Myu gave Xandere a kiss on his cheek. "Whatever are you talking about? You're the same as you've always been. With a soft beautiful face and large cock sucking lips. Two huge tits that any shirt struggles to contain, and a bubbly round ass perfect for two hands to grope. Even between your legs where you have a wet feminine slit, ready to take in a cock of any length and girth for a good night's fucking, for those willing to pay for it, or for your boss."

Xandere grit his teeth. He felt something dampen his pants. His cock unleashed his seed between his legs and shrank with every pump and pulse. He closed his eyes and was no longer able to pay attention to Myu during his huge orgasm, one so strong he struggled to stay even sitting on the stool he was on right next to her! Pump... pump... little by little, his shaft shrank until there was nothing left but a pair of feminine lips, a vagina moist and ready for Myu's eager cock, and Xandere sensed exactly what his, or rather her new body craved, and it was right in front of her very eyes.

Myu's eyes gleamed with a huge smile on her lips. "Oh, Xandere, you've always been like this. Don't you remember? You're one of our most talented and exotic dancers."

The gaslighting continued, and Xandere's memories started to blur, shifting and changing until she began to believe Myu's words. She began to recall practicing her dance routines and performing on stage, wearing skimpy, glittering costumes that hugged her new feminine curves. Why was she wearing these pants again? She remembered the policy about wearing such things! Plus, these pants were so wet with... something! She wriggled out of those jeans and underwear, exposing her pink slit to the world with her legs spread and keeping her eyes on Myu. Other eyes began to glance in the direction of Xandere's bare exposed nether lips, but Xandere didn't give them the time of day. "I... I am?"

Myu sauntered over to her, grinning wickedly. "My dear Xandere, or should I say, Xandy, it's simple. You're one of my prized exotic dancers, a stunning female donkey anthro, and you have been all along."

As Xandere's memories changed, so did her heritage. Her red panda lineage began to blend with that of donkey anthros, her fur becoming coarser and her ears longer. Her tail transformed into a donkey's, complete with a tuft of coarse hair at the tip. A female donkey anthro? That sounded so... right. Rather, she was a mixture of panda and donkey. No wonder her ass was so big and she was able to take Myu's cock in her so effortlessly! "A... female... donkey anthro?" She stuttered.

She looked into a nearby mirror and saw her reflection morphing before her very eyes. Her snout elongated, her teeth changed shape, and her once red panda markings faded, replaced by the distinct patterns of a donkey anthro.

"I... I don't understand," Xandere stammered, her voice trembling. What was with that name? Her body? Her life? She... she was female, she would not refute that, and yes she had donkey in her, but an exotic dancer? She was not that bold and brave. "I'm... a panda aren't I?"

"Just think about it. Take a long look at yourself in the mirror." Myu turned Xandere's head towards a mirror that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "You don't see any panda heritage in you. You're a purebred donkey anthro, complete with the black pussy lips that your fans love to see, that I love to fuck."

Xandere, now Xandy, gazed into the mirror, unable to recognize herself. Her memories of her past life seemed like a distant dream, replaced by vivid recollections of performing on stage, dancing seductively under the mesmerizing lights. She traced her new feminine curves with her fingers, feeling the softness of her fur and the firmness of her toned muscles. The more she stared at herself, the less panda she was. Her paws hardened into hooves and heat overtook her top. She tore off her shirt with nary a second thought, showing off two black nipples to compliment her black nether lips. Yes, she was a full donkey anthro, just as Myu suggested, a female donkey anthro, but she was too shy to be a dancer, wasn't she?

Xandy's mind swirled with conflicting emotions, but Myu's gaslighting had taken its toll. She couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging as she examined her new form. An exotic dancer in the front, and a love maker in the back. More eyes laid upon her, and she welcomed them with open arms. Yes, she was a dancer under Myu, and she came here to mingle, and to work.

Myu, satisfied with her handiwork, wrapped a reassuring arm around Xandy's shoulder. "You're going to be a sensation tonight, my dear," she whispered in her ear, "Just like you always have been."

Xandy's heart pounded in her chest as she began to imagine rehearsing her routine, her body swaying gracefully to the rhythm of the music. The sound of a track played overhead, a familiar tune, and she found it so hard to contain herself. She felt a thrill like never before, embracing her new identity. She turned to Myu with a slow nod, and the two kissed one another deeply. Yes, Xandy was ready to begin her new job, but to her, it was a career she's always possessed.

As the night approached, Xandy donned her glittering, barely-there costume, each curve and swish of her body accentuated by the shimmering fabric. Her once red panda face now had the unmistakable features of a female donkey anthro, her long ears flicking with anticipation.

The crowd roared as she stepped onto the stage, her hips swaying seductively to the beat of the music. She felt alive, powerful, and captivating in her new form, fully embracing her transformation and her life as a star performer in Myu's club. The clothing she wore was short-lived, as it was soon tossed to the audience with pure ecstasy on the faces of the crowd, and on her face. She briefly turned her head to the side of the stage to see Myu sporting a very visible erection between her legs.

Oh yes, Xandy knew exactly what she was going to do once her dance routine was over.