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By Martin (mjohanson4@excite.com)

My plan was formulated 9 months ago. It was more like a fantasy, a dream, a hope. I had tried before but something inside me said this time would actually be different.
I'm a professional, I just turned 35 in February and my wife had recently given birth to my second child the previous December. My family was complete, a 3 year old boy, new baby girl, and a sweet wonderful 31-year-old beautiful wife and mother who miraculously gets her terrific figure back weeks after childbirth. But I wasn't happy with myself. I'm a fairly successful senior manager at a large firm, but I sit on my ass allday and just wasn't happy with my physical appearance and energy level. I'm 5'9" tall and at the time weighed 215 lbs. Our sex life had dwindled down to about twice a month and while it was great when it happened, I really wanted greater frequency. I blamed my looks. Who would want to sleep with this fat shit? I was determined to lose 40 pounds, muscle up a bit and energize my life.
The plan was to diet and get some regular exercise. Improve my habits. I resolved that I would do this by the end of 1999. Then I decided that I wouldn't unveil my new and improved physical self to my wife until her birthday in November. I started to get pumped up and motivated. I started dieting and it seemed easier than in the past. Then about three weeks later I started working out. A month later, I signed up with a personal trainer to keep the motivation going and push me a bit harder. It wasn't cheap, but it was well worth it. I had lost over 25 pounds in three months. My wife was noticing a bit, but I kept my distance from her. Occasionally I gave her oral sex to keep her at bay. I was determined not to have her see me naked until I was down to 175 pounds. By June, I was at 185 and my arms and chest had really started to grow. I was as strong as I was in college and feeling great. Now I could run on the treadmill 45 minutes without killing myself.
When I started, I thought I would need a hospital after 3 minutes. Now I was doing about 400 crunches a day. In the morning I did 100 and 50 whenever I got a chance throughout the day. Now I was determined to have a washboard stomach by November (something I never had even in college).The hardest things were the clothes. Everything was too big. My 38-inch waist was quickly approaching 34. My 17-1/2 inch neck was now 16. I looked ridiculous in my old suits but I wasn't going to buy anything until December.
My wife and I always said we would like two children and in mid-June we both sat down and decided that we really didn't want to have anymore, two was enough. I said that I would get a vasectomy. I looked on the Internet one day for some information to see what other people had experienced. One friend told me how terrible it was (he needed ice near the bed and couldn't move for a week) and another told me it was no big deal and was back at work the next day. I wanted to know more. During my search, a clinic in California popped up promoting a vasectomy and penis enlargement operation. Supposedly a portion of the operation is covered by insurance.I was intrigued.
While I was never really unhappy with my size, what man wouldn't like to be larger? My cock is fairly thick at nearly 7 inches around and is 6 3/4 inches long. The documentation said they could possibly add 2 inches. Wow, I couldn't imagine having a cock 8 3/4 inches long. I stood in front of the mirror with a cloth tape measure and just the thought had my cock at full mast. I rolled out the tape to the tip and put on another 2 inches. Two inches is a lot. In the mirror it looked huge. Boy that would be great. I thought about it for about a week and finally called.
It was weird talking to a female nurse on the phone about all this but she must do it all the time and was very professional about it. She said that most people gain at least 1 inch in length and sometimes as much as 2 1/2 inches.Stretching exercises must be done after the operation and you couldn't really have sex for a period of time. There is some reduction in the overall length during the healing process but the stretching exercises keep it to a minimum. She inquired about increasing the thickness of my cock but I told her how thick I was and that I was happy with it. She said that was plenty thick and that the operation for that isn't quite as successful anyway. She asked me quite a bit about my wife and if she approved. I told her it was going to be a surprise. The nurse was not very supportive of the surprise aspect and tried to persuade me into talking it over with my wife.It seems they really want everybody to be part of this decision.
After another week of pondering it, I decided to do it. I called and made an appointment. It was scheduled Only 3 weeks later, I would fly out and spend several days there. The operation costs about $3,000 so all in with flights and hotel it ran me about $4,500. I took a few days off from work. I told my wife I had a business obligation and 3 weeks later I was in California. I don't remember being so nervous. Even when my wife was giving birth I wasn't this nervous. It is a simple operation and I couldn't believe the results. Don't be mistaken. You are pretty tender afterwards but I was immediately pleased with the results. Now, even when not aroused my cock hung handsomely between my legs. Any scars quickly healed in weeks. I was now even more determined to hit my 175 pounds. My exercising shifted into even higher gear. After a period of healing time I was taking two aerobic classes a day. Combined with my diet I was breaking through the 180 mark.
After I fully healed I was tempted often to unveil myself. Even in the showers at the health club, I felt more confidence and while I'm not interested in men, I was proud to have transformed my body over 7 months and didn't feel the need to cover myself in the shame and modesty that I had felt in the past.
As my wife's birthday approached I came up with a more elaborate plan to expose myself to her.Next to all the strip club ads in the sports section of the newspaper I saw an ad for a male revue for women. They were promoting an amateur's night on Wednesday's. The club had a male amateur male revue on Wednesday's till 11:00 then men are allowed into the club. On Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday's only women dance. On Fridays a professional men's revue is done until 11:00 then women and men dance together.
The club is about an hour's drive away from my house and I couldn't think of a good reason for my wife to be there. I needed someone else to help.
I turned to my wife's best friend since elementary school, Liz. Liz is a lesbian and works as a librarian. She is very beautiful and her girlfriends are usually just as beautiful.She even admitted to us that she didn't understand the butch side of lesbianism. She said, "I like girls, why would I want to be with a girl that looks like a guy?" We have always been able to talk very openly together. I told her my plan and asked for suggestions.
Well she asked me if I had danced there yet? No.
How do you know they will let you dance? I didn't.
Well, first I had to see if they would let me dance.If they let me, then dance and see if I would want to do it in front of my wife. Then we would take it to the next level.
I made some calls and the club manager was very professional about it. On the phone he felt I was a little old to start doing this but told me to come down anyway. They try to get six to eight guys for every Wednesday. Amateur means that they won't pay you for dancing but any tips you can keep. However, Wednesday is usually a light crowd. If a dancer is any good they might be asked back for a paid weekend gig. Friday nights and the bachelorette parties are where the real money lies. He invited me back that night to see the pros in action and hopefully pickup some tips. The pros dance to three or four songs at a time. I learned that on amateur night we would dance to two songs for our set, about seven or eight minutes.One thing you notice is that you need a gimmick. Some kind of look. Most guys were totally shaved with a couple of guys with body hair. I was very pleased as I compared my 35-year-old body to most of these guys in their twenties. A couple of them must have been on steroids they were so huge but it seemed the women weren't into the huge guys anyway. I had one huge drawback. I'm a redhead with very fair skin. The only thing that dulls the glare is my modest amount of body hair. Everybody, I mean everybody, had incredible tans. I asked the manager about this and he laughed. He said, "Come with me." He took me backstage to a dressing room where all the guys were hanging out. He asked one of the guys for a something and he handed him a bottle. He turned to me and handed me the bottle and said, "This is the trick." I took it and turned to the guy who gave it to us and asked if I could try some. He said, "Sure." I took a little into my palm and spread it on my arm. I couldn't believe it! My skin turned a golden brown, and the golden red hairs on my arm turned a light brown. Wow! I thought.The manager explained that I was considering dancing Amateur night. A couple of the guys gave me some tips and let me keep the bottle of tanning lotion which was still almost half full.He said it took about half a bottle to cover your body and that it lasted about two weeks. It is waterproof and goes on very smooth. There was an 800 number on the bottle so I could order more.
I was feeling confident so I told the manager I would like to dance. He said he was booked for the next two Wednesday's, but the 27th was open, the fourth Wednesday of October. I told him to book me. He said if I had any second thoughts to please let him know a few days ahead of time so he could reschedule. I asked him if he could also tentatively book me for the second week of November (the week of my wife's birthday). He said no problem.
I called Liz from the car phone as soon as I hit the highway home. I was totally excited about this. The next day Liz and I met to discuss the show. I was worried about the tanning effect and how I would hide it after the October show. Liz and I flirted with the option of not using it. But I am so white, I knew that wouldn't be the answer. Liz was kind and said that at least I would stand out from the other guys. She made a joke about me being a ghost since Halloween was just around the corner. Then it us. I would tan the rest of my body except for my face and I would use a mask for my face and neck. That gave me the idea to start growing a beard and mustache, which quickly started to fill in. I stopped wearing my contact lenses and only wore my glasses. For the next two weeks I worked out harder than ever and drank tons of water and lived on Slim fast. Liz got me a Beast mask and cape from Disney's Beauty and the Beast for a small fortune. I took the cape to a shop that one of the guys suggested and found some matching rip-away pants and a g-string to complete the package. The g-string for dancers surprised me.It is totally different from the tight racing bikini swimming gear I had when I was younger.It was nice and loose in the pouch so your cock hangs nicely and swings with every move with the g-string going right up the crack of your ass.The polyester is like silk and actually stimulates you, keeping your cock semi-erect.
I told my wife I was working late and went over to Liz's house early. We had to be at the club by eight o'clock. I took a shower and put the tanning lotion on. I trimmed my beard neatly for no reason whatsoever and looked in the mirror. I really liked what I saw. I actually looked great. I put on the g-string and called Liz in to see. Now while my wife hadn't seen me naked since February, Liz hadn't seen me with any clothes on since the summer two year earlier at the beach. She whistled and said I looked great.She put the lotion on my back and touched up a few areas. I put the pants on, then the mask. I felt good. I had a gimmick; my tan in bottle was working and my abs and body looked great! I put my work coat on and my work shoes, since I forgot my sneakers. We went in Liz's car. About 2 minutes away from the club I started having a panic attack. I was nervously laughing almost uncontrollably. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Liz tried to calm me by talking about how this was a dress rehearsal for the next show and to relax and be professional. Disconnect.
I got there and met three of the other guys.Three others showed up later. All seven of us had costumes of some sort. Two vampires, a policeman and a mummy (a good idea, he let the audience unwind him). I thought Disney was well represented by the Arabian (Aladdin) and Tarzan costumes as well as my obvious Beast presentation. The manager came back and told us when each of us would go on. Since we had two vampires, he led off with one of the vampires followed by the Arabian, the mummy, me (the Beast), the policeman, the other vampire and then Tarzan. We would then all go out and dance. I then learned that there was a $250 prize for the best amateur performer and another $100 prize for best costume.
I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I watch periodically how the other dancers performed. We were definitely amateurs. There is a big difference between the guys who do this for a living and us, but the girls knew what they were getting and were having a great time. I didn't see much of the vampire's performance. I thought the Arabian danced like a girl. The mummy was actually quite funny and the crowd really got into it. His costume was basically strips of white sheets and girls would pull it off in sixfoot strips as he spun around on stage. His body was a little fat but the girls didn't seem to mind and he got quite a few tips.
It was my turn and my knees were shaking as I walked out. I was sure everybody could see how nervous I was. While I was sweating like crazy in the mask, it was an incredible help since I felt disguised behind it. Liz was seated up front near the stage and had joined some other girls. She was clapping and cheering like mad which made me smile. Then I realized everybody was cheering quite loudly, they really liked the costume. This really gave me an ego boost and I got into it.
Suddenly I gave a huge roar that originated from my gut. It was totally unplanned and Liz as well as everyone else were shocked and momentarily stopped clapping. I got into the dancing and was having a great time. I loved how these beautiful girls were looking at me. I first removed the cape exposing my shoulders and back then pulled away the rip-away pants. Even with the glow of sweat on my body the tanning lotion held on and looked even better. Women were holding out singles and stuffing them in my g-string.Probably 1 out of 5 girls will brush your cock when they put a bill in and my penis was comfortably semi-erect. One young girl actually wrapped her hand around and squeezed my cock for just a moment and while I was shocked and embarrassed the action had started getting me hard. My growing cock got hard as a rock. I would swing it around a little more to try and cover up how hard I had gotten but it just seem to get worse. I tried not to think about it but whenever I stopped for a girl to put a bill in, it just poked right out at them hard as can be pressing against the cloth. The head of my cock was clearly visible through the thin material. I looked at Liz who was enjoying my predicament way too much. She was laughing and clapping and occasionally howling. The rest of the song seemed like it lasted forever but it was probably only two minutes and the music was finally over and I started to make my way to the stage exit.Everybody was yelling for me to take it off. I first thought they were talking about my g-string but then realized it was my mask they wanted me to remove.
I got backstage and everybody congratulated me as we had done the earlier guys. I started counting the money and had made $47. That was for about 5 or six minutes of dancing. Not bad, I thought.I had two fives and someone had actually given me a ten. The rest were singles. I didn't know who gave me the ten or the fives and felt a little bad. Maybe I should have done something extra for them. Hung out at their table longer or something.