They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in the back door of the dimly lit club. Booming techno music with highly suggestive lyrics assaul...ed their senses immediately. The thunderous sounds thrummed through the dark hallway as they made their way to reception.They reached a wide counter area with a woman standing behind it. The sides of her head were completely shaved and a single column of thick, jet black hair ran up her scalp and trailed behind her. Her face was pale white, which. I told her I hadn’t even thought to ask. She rolled her eyes and said “Well you’d better take plenty of deodorant, and some perfume too, you might need a “French Bath” if there’s no place to wash up!” I followed her instructions and packed everything she said in a sport bag I dug out of the closet. She told me the most important thing would be my choice of shoes. “No matter how cute they are, if your shoes aren’t comfortable they’ll kill you!” I picked a couple of pairs I thought would be. "That man .. what happened to him - is he all right?" I asked, already knowing the answer."No Miss, I'm afraid he was dead by the time we managed to get help for him. It seemed he suffered a heart attack or something and died instantly. Was he someone you knew?" he asked, and I felt the world start to spin again. How was I supposed to answer that one?I took a deep, deep breath in an attempt to stop myself fainting again - I hoped that I was not prone to fainting fits now that I was in this body. I almost dove behind the desk when I saw that Becca and another boy with her as she came in. "Don't be embarrassed. He is one of us "girls" too. She locked the door and introduced me to Ron. She said "this is Ron Macdonald." then she told Ron to get his clothes off so I could get a better look. Ron undid his shirt revealing a pale blue bralette made of flimy see thru cloth with a lacy band. He had no tits unlike me that had some baby fat boobs to offer. Then the pants dropped and he stood there.