It's Friday and you decide you want to visit a new club that opened recently. you get dressed, presenting yourself as the masculine man who you think you are and you get there.
standing in the line until you finally get to the entrance.
"your ID" asks the woman whose smile gets wider as she looks at the ID and then at you.
"oh sweetie, it seems you gonna have fun" she says giving your ID back, sending you to a small room on the opposite side from where she sent everyone before you.
you are confused but you go there. you are in a small room with a closet and a man.
"sorry hon but no trans people and other made-up stuff. if you have a pussy..." he reaches into your groin smiling "...you wear this."
you are forced to wear a short tight skirt, crop top that is too short for you and your milkers are showing from underneath it, high heels and of course - no underwear.
as a bonus, you get a collar letters saying "free touch" and you are sent into the club.
so many strangers touched your body before you managed to get to a bar. embarassed, dysphoric but wet between your legs. people laugh at you, slap your ass and tease your nipples as they please.
"wait until the midnight wheel of fortune." someone whispers to you when flicking your oversensitive nipples.
"what... what is that?"
"oh it's easy... you go on the stage, spin the wheel and see what punishment for being a fakeboy it picks for you. don't worry, by the end of the night, you gonna know your place as a women. and by the way, the clothes you came here in? the binder you surely wore? it got all shredded."
