Sounds like a Weekly World News headline, don't it? Let's talk about waitress-turned-stripper changes we've witnessed, good and bad.
At a club I go to, I see it happen all the time. You get to where you can tell which waitresses are just that, and which ones are strippers in waiting, excuse the pun. Tonight, when I go back for the first time since June, there's a pretty young blonde I fully expect to see sans drink tray and sans top. When she started, she looked quite ill at ease just being around the place. Then, one of the strippers told me, you could track on a daily basis the rise of her hemline and the plunge of her neckline. As she shed her nerves, she seemed to be visibly inching towards the inevitable switch. The stripper and I made a bet on how many weeks it would take.
Sometimes, the results can be surprising. There was one skinny brunette who I used to mentally undress, she looked so fine in her black waitress outfit, her curly hair falling down her back to her slim hips. I wish she had left it at that. In a thong, her body was no match for my imagination. And her cool personality had turned kind of desperate. Another waitress, a blonde in her late 20s, I had figured to be an ex-dancer. I never thought much about her until she showed up to dance one night. You could tell right away she had never stripped before. She was extremely tentative and rather clumsy. But she was trying her best to please, so something about all that won me over instantly. She has since turned into an outstanding lap dancer, great mileage, although she still can't really dance for shit. Just seeing that she's in the club always gives me a charge. I'm drawn to her on a purely physical level in a way that's beyond explanation, except that I know her waitress backstory is always working on my hindbrain.

