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The fire station's alarm started to ring, waking the dozen or so sleeping firefighters from their light slumber. Grogginess faded fast as they were needed despite it being almost one in the morning. Clarence jumped into his bunker gear quickly despite being the oldest in the station. He glanced around, seeing all his comrades already beginning down the stairs, he decided to use the pole, not wanting to waste time he didn't have. He ran for the rod and grabbed it firmly, beginning his descent into the garage bay, when a thought struck him, since when did his station have a pole? He'd been here for 30 years and didn't remember it being in the bunkroom, let alone using it.

Confusion turned to panic as Clarence slid down the mysterious pole, going far enough down that he should've entered the bay by now, but he didn't. He kept sliding, increasing in speed as he felt his body begin to change. His suit began to constrict around his body, growing thinner and thinner until there was no way it would offer any protection from the heat of a fire. It reshaped itself, losing the sleeves as well as a large portion of the top, exposing his torso to the air before turning bright red. His pants grew translucent, stretching on his legs until they looked like a pair of women's tights. His boots that served him for years were not immune to change as they turned a ruby red to match his new clothing. The outsoles stretched themselves, forcing his feet into a steep angle. His helmet compressed lengthwise, elongating itself into a bunny ear headband that matched the rest of the Playboy outfit, the middle-aged man was now wearing.

Gripping onto the pole for dear life, Clarence couldn't appreciate his new, sexy uniform, nor could he tell what was happening when his body started to reshape to fit it. His hips widen to accommodate his growing thighs and ass, which together stretched his tights to their limits. He had a paunch from 50 years of living, but that rapidly deflated as it redistributed the fat upwards, into his chest. He felt his chest grow, burbling like a river as a pair of tits grew to enormous proportions, pulling the already generous cups of his corset taut. His hair, which was flowing upwards from the speed he was going on the pole, extended to a few feet long, bleaching itself a platinum blonde. His face, worn and rough from years of hard labor, grew smooth and sharp, giving him a young but mature appearance. Finally, as if to garnish the transformation, his sex inverted itself, leaving the bottom of the Playboy Bunny suit flat.

Clarence saw a light at the end of the infinite pole, and relief washed over her. She had no idea what had happened to her, but the approaching ending was a welcome sight. She flew through the light, and her heeled feet hit solid ground. She glanced around to see a strip club with its neon lights and decor surrounding her, except she wasn't in the audience. "Next up, a newcomer to the club! Clarissa!" A voice announced as lights pointed at the new woman. She stood there stunned for a second, observing her body that couldn't have been older than 22 before muscle memory and instincts took over. She retook the pole in her hands and began to dance, basking in the cheers of the men as they showered her with bills and applause. Clarissa pushed her past life out of her mind, finding her new start to be more appealing, and kept dancing for years to come.