A Star is Born

Hello everyone!

It has been a while, but I'm still writing stuff!

This is the first prompted story that I've finished. My slot for this month's story suggestion is open!

Hope you enjoy reading this.

Themes or tags: feminization, femdom, non-consent and interracial

A Star is Born

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"C'mon, Janice!" Chris whined, "It is not like I've ever asked for anything!"

Janice rolled her eyes, "Don't even start with that bullshit!". She was a tatted woman with fair skin and black hair in bangs and a couple of red stripes in it. She wore a white top with black vinyl pants, her feet completely covered by her platform boots.

Chris was a blond man, thin, with light muscle tones, mostly on his legs due to running and bicycle riding. "Just once, it would be awesome," he begged again.

Janice looked at him, extended her hand, and gestured to a lighter.

Chris, almost obedient, went on to light her cigarette.

"You know, I miss the old times, before you discovered my 'career',"

"It was an accident..." Chris started, "Besides... It is not like I would NEVER find out," the young man exclaimed.

He extended he arms to his sides and said "I mean, it is porn.. what is a guy to do?"

Janice shook her head and crossed her arms.

"Yeah, but I miss the times, back when you didn't nag me to watch it live!"

"It does not need to be your movies, you know... maybe one of your friends."

"Don't ask about seeing Leila's scene," Janice shook her head at this.

"I won't try anything with her." He said it in a way that he didn't even believe.

"You blew it, and you know it."

"I asked if she would shoot a movie, so what?"

"Just because a woman does porn, doesn't mean she will do a free custom for you!"

"But Janice..."

"I ain't taking you to the studio!"

"C'mon, there gotta be something I could do," he begged now, thinking about all the girls he'd seen on Janice's videos online. The blonde one, Leila, was the one whom he had 'blown it', as he indeed had gone out with her on two dates.

Things where fine, until he thought is was entirely reasonable that he requested Leila to wear one of the costumes she had wore, a enslaved princess to a demeanin mistress, it was just that Chris wanted to be the one in command and pull Leila around with a leash, particularly to guide her head to his lap, and maybe order her to undo his zipper with her teeth or something.

Leila never accepted it and told Janice everything.

Chri's lesbian friend got up from the couch and made her way to get a drink, with her male friend following like a puppy, whispering "Pleeease", usually, she would have find it a bit funny, as she herself would do the same to him when she needed somebody to drive her around.

While Chris playfully begged to have another chance with one of Janice's hot pornstar friends, the pornstar in the room actually remebered somebody who had promised to run the grill at a barbeque, unknown to Chris, her friends would have come, but her nagging friend didn't show up. She had also requested that he clean her house, but Chris again didn't show up, and yet again, her friends would have seen Chris in a light they might enjoy.

Instead of just spitting things out on her usually somewhat lovely friend, she decided that maybe if he had a very tough lesson, he could come back into being one of the only guys she liked to hang out with.

'He might just need... empathy...' Janice thought about Leila on that one, and she restarted their conversation as the idea brewed in her mind.

"How about my last two requests, plus you wash my car?"

"Sure, of course I can do that!"

"You don't even remember what I'm asking about, do you?" Janice crossed her arms.

"I.. Uh..." dumbfounded, responded.

"The barbeque and cleaning of my house, remember?" Her eyebrow shot up as she glared at her friend.

Chris avoided her face at that, he looked around. "Oh... I just had..." and as he found no proper thing to reply, his voice came in a low tone, "Stuff to do?"

Janice didn't pry on his bullshit, "Oh yeah, not gonna bail out this time?" she stepped closer to him, challenging hsi space.

"Of course not!" he didn't bow down, even if looking at her intense eyes meant a threat he couldn't deal with.

"Chris, I mean it, I'm going to pull favors for this, you better not disappoint me this time!" She had a serious expression.

"I mean it, Janice!"

"Do you?" Janice invaded his personal space. Her determined presence was a little intimidating, even if Chris was just a little bit higher than her. The male in question was not particularly buff, as he had been skipping weightlifting, but he could outrun her. And these thoughts only got to them due to her aggressive posture.

"I do, I swear!"

"We will see," Janice replied.

"So, when is the shoot?"

"That is for me to know, and for you to wait on."

"I thought it was: 'for me to know and you to find out' "

"It was, but I need to get some things done," she stated.

"Alrighty," Chris helped himself to a drink.

It took Janice a couple of days to have things worked out at the studio, her director and producers liked her idea, and told her the conditions for her friend to learn his lesson.

And so, next time Chris happened to meet Janice, he immediately asked about the shoot, "So, did you speak with your studio guys?"

"Oh, Chris!" she waved at his face. "I'm fine, thanks for asking!" she used her best sarcastic tone. "Yes, I spoke with my girls, and they agreed to let you"

"You're the best!" he hugged her, perfectly hiding her mischievous smile from his sight.

"There is a catch, though," she said in his ear, holding back her giggles.

"Catch?"

"Yeah, I spoke with the girls at the studio, and we will have to femme you up for that." She waited for his reaction.

"Femme me up?"

"Yes, they will dress you like a girl," she replied with an amused smile.

"But I was just going to watch, I thought you would ask me to clean around or something."

"Oh no, you'll be in the shoot, very close to all that action!" Janice used her best playful voice, checking Chris' stunned face.

"Me, in the shoot?" his dumbfolded face trying to picture himself with a wig, right in the middle of a woman only orgy.

Janice giggled at her drooling friend, "Chris, you won't bail on this, right?"

"But, do I have lines or something?"

"No, you will be just a bystander, somebody close to the action, watching it happen right next to you."

Chris's mind conjured all the lesbian porn he had ever consumed, and his brain did a summersault at thinking about being right next to it, happening like a personal show, just for him. His mental approval of the whole thing left his trousers feeling tight as they held his increasingly tumescent member. He was too stuck on the fantasies to look at Janice and inquire about any other details.

Janice did notice her friend's dreamy face, at first she thought it was a bit cute, until she saw his hard-on, which caused her to scowl in disgust.

As Chris noticed his friend, his mind got back to reality. "Sorry, Janice," and he turned away from her to hide his erection.

"At least I know you don't mind dressing up."

"hm... Sure, I don't mind." Chris replied, clearly unsure about it, but still blinded by the desire to object to the idea.

"Good, I will text you the place and the time!" Janice turned around to leave, looked back over her shoulder at Chris, "Don't bail on me!"

"I won't," the male replied with a smile.

DRESS UP

That Friday, Chris showed up at Janice's. They were going to the studio in her car. Chris looked out the window and listened to his friend's music playing in the car.

He gazed far away at the landscape. "Kind of far away, huh?"

"Yeah, it is a bit of a drag, but it is a nice place!"

They arrived at a vast location, situated on the outskirts of their town.

"This place is huge!" Chris pointed at the large warehouse area, which had been converted into filming sets.

"Yup," Janice turned off the car and gestured for Chris to get out.

"This whole building is full of lesbian action?"

"Lesbian action? Really," Janice asked in disgust.

"Sorry.. hmm" Chris

"Full of beautiful ladies, you mean."

"Yes! That's it!" Chris immediately got nervous thinking how he could have already screwed up his chances.

"Come with me. You gotta make up for those opinions," then she whispered to herself, "and your past mistakes!"

They went inside a side building to the warehouses, passing through a reception area of sorts, and a security guard did a short pat down on Chris, since he was unknown to the place. Not long after getting in, moaning could be heard from somewhere nearby.

A receptionist and two security guards were at her desk nearby.

"Sign here and here," a receptionist provided him with papers.

"What for?"

"Do you want to be in the shoot or not?" Janice crossed her arms and glared.

"But why do I need to sign it for?"

"So they can use your image."

"Is it just that?"

"Yeah, aside from the fact you will have to participate once you sign it."

"I can't participate without signing, and I will have to participate if I sign it?"

"Precisely"

"Weird," and Chris signed it. Janice and the receptionist shared a quick smile at this.

Chris got giddy, this was happening, and he was going to be part of it somehow. He looked at Janice, wishing to thank her again.

When she looked at him, she had a smile on her face, mischievous of sorts. "Time to dress up, my little star!" and led him away from the reception area to an elevator.

Stunned by what was about to happen, both the makeover and his presence during the filming of the most consumed content of his entire life, Chris ignored where he was going, he thanked his stars for allowing Janice to pull him into this.

Janice guided him out of the elevator. They arrived at a floor that seemed to have an infinite number of racks of clothing, many of which were protected by transparent plastic. Chris couldn't help himself and gazed at them, several playful attires, from shiny leotards to skimpy dresses, even maid ones. His member pulsed with this, thinking about all the hot women he was used to homage with his hands, and how many of these had been dressed up in here.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he needed to be called again by a woman who stood next to Janice.

"Hello?" the brunette giggled. "Janice, I think your friend would love to dress up!" she laughed again.

"Huu, he has been looking forward to this!" she replied, also laughing at her male friend.

"Yeah, I see that!" The woman took her liberty and brushed her hand on Chris's trousers, getting his full attention after he jumped in surprise.

With his eyes doing a short scan on this woman, he noticed she was a bit on the bigger side, wearing a floral dress that did its best at showcasing her ample cleavage, while accommodating her other stout features. She was a brunette with her hair in a short bob.

"Honey, my eyes are up here," she laughed at Chris's helplessness, causing Janice to elbow Chris and give him a look that said something like, "Behave."

"Janice, be a dear and go get a tight one for me."

"huh?"

"We will need something to help your friend here," she pointed at the male's trousers again.

Janice rolled her eyes and went back to the elevator.

As soon as she was out, the woman took Chris's hand and lead him further into the spacious room, his eyes didn't know where to look at, the woman's ample bottom getting his glances, as well as the further dresses, outfits and costumes, he even saw a bunch of bunny girl suits in there.

They had arrived at the back of the room, where there was a door with a shower sign in it, as well as several desks with sewing machines. There was also a little stand with three mirrors near it to his left.

"Sweety, take your clothes off for me." The woman turned to look at Chris.

"What? Why?"

"You can't possibly believe that it only takes a wig to get you girly, right?"

"I mean.. you know about me?"

"We all know, honey, Janice told us how this was almost like a dream to you."

"I wouldn't call that a dream."

"Don't be coy now, it is okay to wish for things. Think about me as if I was your fairy godmother, Margaret, by the way."

"I'm Chris."

"Right," she nodded, "Take your clothes off, Chris."

"Am I not just going in there, taking my clothes off, and you giving me a dress or something?"

"Does this look like a mall or something?" Margaret pretended to be offended by his question.

"I didn't mean it" Chris wanted to avoid pissing her off, only to see her smile and giggle at him.

"You mean to take me for art and craft as if I were a mere salesperson?" She walked back to her desk, got a pair of panties, and gave them to Chris. s "That will be two hundred, cash only, please!" Her face was serious.

"What?"

"I'm joking, you have to take your clothes off first." she cocked her head "Oh, I see it.."

"See what?"

"You want me, innocent Margaret, to take your clothes off for you, is that it?" she said, but didn't wait for his response, going straight up to his shirt, undoing his buttons in a quick and proficient manner.

"Ma'am!" he yelled, his eyes once again drawn to her ample bosom so close now.

"Ohh, good boy, I like that!" she winked at him, but didn't stop.

Undressing the male was a relatively easy for Margaret, she noticed he would distract himself with her cleavage with ease, so she used that for her advantage, even more so when she crouched to get his pants off, unbuckling his belt and opening his fly, she acted nonchalant towards his hardness, that immediately greeted her.

"Good, you can take your panties for me?"

"Sorry?"

"Take off your boxers and give me the panties back."

"Oh"

"No worries, it is nice to know you like them!"

"I don't, I just."

"Sure. You don't like them."

"I don't!"

"And so you held on them for your dear life" she giggled at how at his helplessness, " get in the shower, clean yourself up and apply this to your body, wait until I tell you to rinse it off." she handed a bottle of hair removal for him and ushered him into the shower "what a cute bum you have!" she spanked him playfully, giggling as he looked back at her.

"Hey"

"Oh, sweety, I'm going to dress you up," she smiled at him. "My hands are going to be all over you!" she giggled more, and Chris visibly gulped. Then she closed the door to the bathroom.

After a while, Margaret opened the door again and handed Chris a towel. She couldn't help but laugh.

He walked out, his face red, and immediately screamed and ran back inside when he saw his tatted friend was back. She also laughed. "Oh my god, you didn't!"

"Sweety, come on out for us."

"Fuck, it was this bottle you gave me!"

"You weren't supposed to use it on your head!"

"But you didn't tell me!"

"The bottle has instructions on it!"

Chris took a moment to look at the bottle and threw it to the floor after reading that it clearly stated not to be used on hair unless someone wanted to end up bald.

"Cmon, Chris, get out of there."

Defeated, he approached them and saw that Janice had to hold her face in order not to burst out laughing. Margaret, on the other hand, had no problems pointing and laughing at him.

"Cut it out, will ya?"

"Sure..." Margaret held her belly, "Not that there is any left to trim, am I right?" She fell into laughter again, getting Janice to join her, and she almost dropped a small package she had with her.

"I will just get dressed and bounce!" he looked around, searching for his clothes.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't bail on me!"

"That was before I went bald!" came his response, still not sure about where his clothes were.

"It's such a rare thing for young men, but I heard it happens!" Margaret looked from Chris to Janice and back again.

"Hmm, I never noticed the entrances before." Janice giggled, and she joined in mocking her helpless friend.

"I bet you didn't notice his cute bum as well!"

"Oh, Margaret, I'd never look at Chris that way."

Margaret gazed at Chris "When I'm done with you, these girls will fawn all over you and your cute butt!"

Janice giggled at that. "Do you need me to help around here?"

"Nope," Margaret went to one of the desks there, and she got what Chris would wear. "Can you leave the thing here? I will use it on Chris to help with the outfit," to which Janice just nodded, and she left a small package she had been holding in one of her hands. The box was a tiny brown one, so the recently hairless man didn't have any idea about it, of course, still feeling stupid by his mistake and too overwhelmed by the humiliating thought of doing it to himself, he didn't have time to consider the box with his curiosity.

"Oh, Janice, go fetch Sandra."

"The hairdresser?" Her question was followed by a short period of silence, in which both women gazed at Chris, and shortly burst into laughter again

"Hey, c'mon!"

"Sweety, don't worry, it is funny! One day you will be laughing at this," the older woman told him, then she turned to Janice.. "Yes, I have a couple of wigs that can work, but I will need her help here. Try to get her so we can deal with the current issues properly."

The tatted babe nodded and turned away to do as Margaret asked.

"I'd think you would have office girls or some helper running errands."

"Why do you ask? Do you want me to put a word so you can work here?"

"I said office girl." Chris looked at her, his expression a little bit harder to understand with his lack of eyebrows.

"Sweety, I'm about to dress you up. You're going to look so cute, even if you wouldn't believe you're a man."

Chris rolled his eyes at that, but followed the lady. Even if he didn't believe her, he still wanted to hide his identity enough so he could watch the close, personal show that was offered to him earlier.

Margaret began with the foundation, but it was not what Chris expected. She got a box for him and opened it to reveal breasts.

"This is a nice plate, we're going with this one! Come here, you big man," she presented it to him, "put this on gently, it will fit you like a tank top."

"I'm not putting on breasts!"

"Do you want to meet the beautiful ladies?"

Chris looked at her, and then at the open box, and began pulling the breastplate out.

"It is a bit heavy," he said, handling it, feeling how soft the material felt to his touch.

"You're a man, strong, you can lift this up above your head with ease!"

"Aren't they too big?" the male asked as he lifted them from the big package.

"Of course not!" Margaret issued him another playful smile, then helped him put on the breastplate, making adjustments and fussing with something on the back of it. Next, she encircled her arms and bounced both Breasts from below, enthralling Chris for a moment. "Besides, it will help you look more womanly."

Chris looked at the woman behind him, and now he held the breasts, his breasts. "I thought a handful was nice enough."

"Mine are more than a handful, and you've been ogling them this whole time!" She saw how helpless he seemed, and didn't push it.

Chris remained muted, not wanting to challenge her, even more now that he could see the realistic breasts and play with his new endowment. They felt oddly realistic to the touch. Though his mind would soon picture himself playing with it differently, one where he had those breasts and had a woman with him, giggling and having fun just before some heavy and hot action. His short fantasy affected his hard member, which pointed straight ahead.

Margaret looked delighted, seeing that he enjoyed it so much. She got a small bottle from one of the desks and walked to him, using a swab and the liquid in it to apply the concealer at the edges of the breastplate.

Her sudden return made Chrish jump and feel conscious about playing with his breasts in public, earning another giggle from Margaret."Don't worry about me. I'm just making the edges invisible, and those heavy puppies will look natural on you!"

As the older woman again ran her hands all over Chris, he considered how it would feel if he could participate in the movies, not just watching the women together, but hide his cock as a suprise for them, he thought about him being touched in such a gentle way just as Margaret was doing now. And surprising some actress would his hard cock, would they change the movie from lesbian to straigh category?.

He pursued these thoughts for a long time, long enough that he didn't notice Margaret rubbing, taking off his towel, and gently massaging some other cream on his legs and body, her touch to his ticklish buttocks got his attention.

"And this is?" he asked as he glanced at her.

"It will help you feel nice and soft, and then we're on to the hard part." As she said this, she remembered his hard penis, and had a devilish idea. She got more cream, but didn't heat it in her hands, and suddenly grasped the exposed manhood.

A short yelp escaped his mouth, he didn't flinch properly with the boobs jutting out on his front not allowing him to see what was going on. The surprise and the cold were enough to make his erection flag, as he wanted to feel playful at the moment.

"Good"

"Good? What are you doing?"

"Helping you to look womanly!"

"What grabbing my penis has with making me look womanly?"

"We can't have you walking around with a flag pole indicating where you're going as you walk around." She used her arm to exemplify an oversized erection, then she went to the desk to retrieve the small box Janice brought from earlier. "Now be a good boy and stand still."

"What are you doing?"

"Just helping you to stay hidden!" she said as she got the metal rings installed to hold his balls and shaft. Next, she had a to concentrate and quickly applied the metal shell that would keep his penis small and soft. To Chris, she just used one more cold thing to his bits, and then it all felt snug. Oh, there was a click.

"What is that?"

"Just a kinky thing we keep around!"

"Kinky thing? Why the hell it is on my cock? It feels weird!"

"Don't worry, besides," she got close to him as if to speak a secret, "The girls love it! I've heard one of the actresses only dates guys who wear one of these."

Chris considered his recent lack of luck with dates, including his attempts to form a relationship with a woman like Leila. Maybe he'd get a second chance by showing off this thing on his cock, perhaps his would-have been girlfriend licked guys willing to wear such an appendage.

"Since we are all about containing, you don't have any flabs, but we still need a little bit of curves!" The older woman went to one of the desks, retrieving a contraption that the male didn't understand at first. Next, they wrapped the pinkish thing around his torso, trying it on his back. "I'm going to pull, be brave, sweety! And tell me when it gets too tight!"

"What? -huff" Chris had the air pushed out of lunges, as the short woman presented a strength he could never be ready for, his torse being smashed inwards, he felt the firm padded material forcing his body into being curvy, it took several seconds for him to recover enough to speak again, weakly saying "Too tight!"

"Good, that means we're almost there!" She used her knee on his back as she pulled further, and finally tied the corset.

"What the hell!" Chris said, his voice coming in with less strength than ever as he struggled to take only shallow breaths. "I can't"

"Of course you can!"

"I can't breathe!" his voice came out weak.

"If you can speak that, you'll be just fine!" Margaret walked back to the desk and came back to him. "I just need to make sure it is fixed here."

"Fixed?"

"Don't worry, just doing my job at keeping the magic!"

At this point, Janice returned, "You have no idea how hard that is sometimes!".

"Sandra will be here shortly. Do you need help dressing up?"

"Of course, sweety!"

Margaret handed Janice stockings and together the women rolled them up Chris's hairless tights, next they got a garther belt for him, threading the hooks into the hoops to make them snug and nicely accentuating the blossoming femininity of his figure.

Not losing any bit of time, Margaret got behind Chris, placing her hands up and holding his breasts, before he could complain, Janice attacked from the front, and he noticed they were giving him a big bra to contain the voluminous wobbly mass that he had been holding before.

Although, Chris felt the Bra without straps only served to push his boobs together into an inviting cleavege.

"Don't look in the mirror yet!" the older woman admonished him as he was about to take a step in the direction of the mirror.

"A short dress will do!" Janice got a short dark purple dress for him, its flimsy straps stretched taut over his shoulders, doing an unfair task of supporting his bountiful chest.

Not long after, another woman joined them, carrying a briefcase.

"Hello, darlings, Janice said You would need my help?" the blonde said. She seemed to be middle-aged, yet carried herself with confidence, her figure lean and her skin showing a hint of tan.

"We need to redo my friend's eyebrow."

"Our ditzy sweety here removed all of his hair as well! Did you bring the wig, Sandra?"

"Oh, I've brought what you asked!" The woman turned around and bent to open her rolling bag. Chris's eyes were instantly drawn to her movements, his eyes drawn to her rear and that was all he needed at the moment to remind himself of the tight thing that encased his penis.

If the women cared for his whimpering, they didn't show him, even though two of them were smiling at his reaction.

Sandra got up again, presenting a wig from her bag. It was wavy brunette hair.

She and Margaret got to work on the wig, and soon the older women had Chris sit so they could put it on and test out his new hair.

"Oops, I almost forgot the concealer!" Margaret strode around looking for the small bottle, and got it to plaster Chris's whole head in it before they fixed the wig again.

Four pairs of hands holding his new hair made Chris look at Janice, who giggled at him.

"Wow, Chris, you're looking nice now!"

"Do I?" his voice unsure.

"Sweety, you'll be looking like a girl you'd die to take on a date!" Margaret added, above him.

"I'd say he will look like a girl who would set him straight!" Sandra added, also above him

They held his hair for a couple more minutes. During that time, Chris's patience waned a bit. "It always takes this long to get ready?"

"Yes!"

"You have no idea what beauty entails, do you?"

"Well, I didn't know."

Sandra added, in a stern tone, "From now on, I hope you value a woman's efforts when she takes care of herself."

"What are you talking about?" Chris replied to her.

Before the blonde could continue, Janice intervened, "Enough, Sandra." That was enough for Chris to feel defended somehow. "Focus on making Christina here look good for the cameras, alright."

"Alright," Sandra agreed grumpily.

Following that, Chris underwent the makeover process that would finally transform his appearance to resemble that of 'Christina'.

The women began with foundation, with a layer that made the male's face even, then they added mascara and eyeliner, giving them a sultry gaze without effort.

Sandra designed temporary eyebrows for Christina, making her look perpetually unsure.

"Why this look?" Margaret asked

"It fits!" Sandra replied in a dry tone.

Chris began thinking if he looked like a clown or like a whore. Before the feminized young man could say anything, they started messing with his lips, applying layers of products that made his skin feel hot for a couple of seconds.

"Sweety, don't worry. It is all safe!"

They applied these layers a couple of times before Sandra added the final one. "We should go with lip stain!"

"Lipstick is fine," Janice said from behind them. She peeked her head around to look at her friend. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open.

"What?"

"You looking good!" Janice exclaimed, incredulous at the results

"Am I?" Chist replied.

"Hey, princess! Stop talking so I can finish this!" Sandra added harshly, tilting Chris's head up so she could apply the lipstick properly.

After it was all done, they finally allowed Chris to get up and turned him so he could gaze upon his reflection. There, a stunning brunette, wearing a purple dress, stared back at him, her face surprised but unsure. Even after the initial shock wore off, her eyebrows remained fixed in a way that gave her a perpetual, helpless expression. Combine that with alluring, full, pouty lips, and Chris would have a hard-on for himself if it were not for the tiny entrapment these women had locked him into.

"Uh oh! Even locked, it still jumps!" Margaret said with another giggle

"Panties, Margaret, you forgot the panties!" Sandra admonished

Soon, both women ran around, looking for a proper pair of panties to put on Chris. They ended up getting a lacy panties that complemented the rest of his lingerie.

"Girls, it is almost time!" Janice pointed at her phone.

"Heels!" Sandra crouched down to put them on Chris, one at a time, but she was never gentle about it. In no time, Chris had on five-inch heels, black stilettos to go with his current feminized style.

The three women marched him down to the elevator. Janice and Margaret giggled all the way, while Sandra didn't.

PREPARING FOR THE SHOOT

Janice giggled. She saw Chris in an entirely different light--a beautifully clumsy figure. His steps were almost dangerous, to the point where she thought it was a better idea just to guide him.

That had the effect of turning her on for some reason, maybe because now she felt as if this gesture was as symbolic as walking a bride to the altar. The difference was that Chris was not getting married. Maybe he'd get a girlfriend out of this, all at the price of sacrificing some pride and maybe something more intimate as well.

As these thoughts swirled around in his friend's mind, Chris felt a weird rush of feeling. He was basically being paraded around these corridors as the women, his friend included, guided him to the set. He was seen by a handful of staff people in these corridors, but with each encounter, he saw either lustful eyes, which he would immediately avoid, or a feminine voice praising him.

Those quick interactions did nothing to prepare him for what would happen when he got to the actual set.

First, because of the staff, they were all women. Second, they all turned to gaze upon him.

If it weren't for his friend, he would have tried to run away. Surely, the heels wouldn't allow him to escape at a fast pace, but the idea crossed his mind a couple of times, and now he really wanted to bail.

That desire increased as he met a younger blonde woman, whom he recognized as someone he had dated in the past, Leila. This time, she didn't have elaborate clothes or even a dress as alluring as his. She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt with 'STAFF' written on them. Overall, it looked comfortable enough. Chris couldn't help but wish he had worn something like what she was wearing.

"Wow, she looks amazing!" Leila exclaimed as she got close to Chris, a somewhat mischievous smile forming on her face. "So you're the one who will be acting today?"

Chris bit his lips shut. If his past girlfriend knew it was him in there, she didn't show. He also preferred the strategy where his identity was hidden.

Janice held his arm, he was being guided just like he would love to be guiding almost any of Janice's colleagues.

"Alright, girls, there is no talking to many of you. Just walk around and get familiar with the set, and act as if you're mingling and having fun." A woman in a big chair said out loud. On cue, someone turned on music. "Any of you who dances can go right ahead," she said, and as she finished, Janice got Chris close by.

"Hi Maryanne," she waited until she was acknowledged. "This is Christina, my friend."

"Oh, but she looks fabulous!" Maryanne stood up and grabbed Chris's hands. She made him turn around so she could check her out. "Very nice figure!" she said with a smile.

"Than--" Chris almost used his normal voice. " Ahem," he cleared his throat. "Thank you!" he emulated a feminine voice.

"Seems like somebody could use something for their throat, eh?" Maryanne waggled her eyebrows. Then laughed at her joke, and two producers nearby laughed after she began.

Chris turned to Janice for a second, and she just shrugged. The feminized male turned back to the director.

"Christina, why don't you walk around the set and see those stools after the living room? Get there and feel the music!" she pointed out, again with a smile that Chris couldn't decipher.

"Alright," he maintained in what he thought was a feminine enough voice.

"Don't worry so much, I just want to see how the camera gets your figure."

Chris walked as stiff as a stick. His heels made him wobble as a whole, and the only thing that made his hips swing was his lack of proficiency in heels. At one moment or another, he almost dropped down.

"No, no, that does not work. Christina, don't you have any experience with dancing?"

"Hmm. No?" Chris replied, unsure of what to do.

"Girls, help her walk nicely, you know what to do."

Leila and another producer approached Chris and guided him off the set. The other producer had a bag with her. She retrieved a couple of items from it. They took him to a restroom.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Leila was barking orders. "Turn around, Christina." The blonde used a mocking tone and exaggerated the pronunciation of her ex's feminized name. She made him spin and almost fall due to his lack of proper footing. "We will give you something to help you walk properly."

"What?"

His dress was hiked up from behind, and his panties pulled down from his crack. "I always wanted to see you in panties," Leia spoke to herself as she gazed at his bum, her face going from a sort of nostalgia to mischievousness as she got the items from her friend. First, a tube of lube, with its tip exchanged for a nozzle. She promptly stuck it in his asshole, the thin object making Chris yelp, first from the sudden feeling of intrusion, and then from the sudden feeling of something cold being squished into his insides. Whatever it was, it made his asshole feel cold and slipery as his bums closed after the intrusion ended, just as quick as it had began.

After recomposing, he was about to look behind himself, to see what his ex was doing, "What the! - Nhhhg!" he was interrupted again, now by the blunt feeling of something completely alien trying to get to his insides.

It was a short battle, though. Lube and insistence didn't make it easy for the feminized male to hold the entrance tight and shut, as the tip slowly made its entrance, and the rest of the thickening volume of the sex toy made its way inside. As it was swalled up, just the base stuck out of him, the woman didn't resist and touched the base, moving it around a little bit, making the butt plug press into something in her ex boyfriend that ha been unexplored so far. He had been so helpless with all these new, sudden feelings that he couldn't react properly, unless one counts his moans as an active reaction.

Leila giggled as the played with th large plug in Chris's asshole. Before her ex could do anything more, she simply pushed his panties up and pulled his dress down. She resisted the urge to slap that cute bum, as that would mark the dress, and she didn't want to ruin his wardrobe so soon.

The other producer guided their new girl out of the restroom, and Leila washed her hands.

"Don't worry--this industry loves girls who do this!" the other producer affirmed, seeing Chris wincing with each step.

"But I'm not..." Chris didn't finish. He just knew of three women who knew he wasn't a girl.

"First days still count! You will be a star in no time!" she replied with a smile. As they approached the set, the producer let go of the new actress and gave her a little push. Chris tried walking, but instead of just heading into the set, he walked towards Janice.

Jancie bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing. She understood what they had done to Chris. Across from her, the director clapped. "There we go! It always works!" she smiled broadly as she noticed the new girl walking. "Now walk over to the couch, feel the music, and let those hips free."

The feminized guy looked from the director's smiling face to Janice, who looked at him as if about to yell at his slowness in following his cue. After the awkward pause, he turned around and began walking away into the set. Music started playing again. Chris didn't know what to do, so he just took one step at a time. The toy inside of him gave him a whole new feeling with each step. Fullness that he didn't know he could experience. Foot after foot, heel click and heel clack, that toy massaged something within Chris.

Janice held her giggle. Her friend was moving with a new swish on his hips. Did he think that shaking his hips would dislodge that toy from his insides?

She couldn't help but look at Leila, who was enthralled by Chris's new walk.

"Alright, now that should work!" Yelled, the director just before ordering the actresses to start.

"Chris, after they begin, you just sit there and watch it. Jenna, Maxine, keep it sexy!"

They began a sexy scene, with Jenna and Maxine, both stunning women. One was tall and elegant in her movements, and the other was short and curvy. Their contrast is only elevated by the simmering heat they emanate from the start of the scene.

Chris had the best VIP show he could have hoped for. The girls began a light banter and progressed to fondling and kisses very soon. The feminized male didn't follow any plot lines, paying attention only to how each woman touched the other.

His manhood fought the little cage, the latter thwarting any attempts of an erection by his penis. That led him to fidget in his seat, which moved the large plug in his rear all around. A moan escaped his lips, which made his face turn red.

He avoided eye contact with the staff or cameras and did his best not to fidget or get too much attention from himself. Even then, the big toy was always present, which made him fight to hold back whimpers as it easily got at an angle that massaged a sweet spot inside of him.

He heard a "CUT" being yelled. And thought that that was it, his chance to escape.

"I need to get out of this thing!" With haste, he went to Janice.

"Hey, budding star, you should stay there," his friend told him as she saw him get closer, his big breasts bouncing up and down with his quick steps.

"Janice, I want to take this thing out."

The director nearby intervened, "We will not take that thingy out for a while. We're reshooting this whole scene from the start as many times as necessary." Her face was serious and determined.

"But" Chris' plumped lips seemingly pouted at that.

"No butts, not on this scene. Now go."

Janice shrugged her shoulders. "Boss orders, go there, Chrissy."

"Janice, I really think I should get out of here."

"If you bail on me, I will make sure you never see the key for that little cage" she got closer to him, her presence intense "Hell will be cold frozen by the time you get to touch your penis again."

"You can't do this."

"So you were planning on just running away from the start? Do you happen to have any respect for people's time?"

"I... Well..."

Seeing his helplessness, Janice decided to change tactics. "Alright, think about the women here, they will get to see you in a different way, don't you want to be here again?"

Chris felt defeated. He considered bailing, but not only would he need to undress, but he also needed the ride home. His shoulders down and gazing at the floor, he made his way to the couch.

As the feminized young man sat down, the director spoke out loud, "Oh, and don't hold back on the moans, it was a great addition to the scene!"

They began shooting again, sexy women touching each other right in front of his eyes, cage holding tight on another failed erection, fidgeting hips moving around, moans escaping Chris' mouth. Rinse and repeat. Eventually, the scene had a cut, only for it all to restart.

Chris's mind got lost on that eternal bliss of tease. Something on that day felt off, now even more than when he lost all his hair. Wetness built up at the front of his panties, and the show kept going, touches, smiles, kisses. One of the girls sneaked a peek in his direction, and she smiled and kissed her friend.

So lost in his horniness, he didn't realize the eighth "cut" yelled by the director had the actresses on their feet. He looked at them to notice a low discussion happening.

"I'm not gonna do this, just because your bitch bailed today!" the tall actress said, firmly.

"Me too. I signed, telling everyone I would and everything I wouldn't do!" Now the curvy one said.

"C'mon, girls, it will be just one scene!"

"A long scene, I saw it."

"Yeah, we will not do it."

The director looked around, considering every camera and her staff, her eyes landed on Leila and Janice. Leila had a mischievous smile on her face, and Janice had a confident smile.

"Girls, any of you willing to do an extra today?" the director asked them.

"Oh, no. I'm not filming today." Janice shook her head.

"Look, Cindy is sick, and we need to film this next one." Maryanne insisted

"Why not get Chrissy her lucky break?" Leila eventually pointed out.

That was when Chris noticed the director actually getting up from her chair. She made her way to him and crouched down in front of his feminine beauty.

"Did you sign a waiver when you got here?"

"I did!"

"It said that you would participate in any scene?"

"Yes.. Actually!"

"Great, we will sort you out for this scene!"

"Wait, I'm in the scene?"

"Oh, yes. Cindy is out today, she has the flu!"

"Oh."

Chris thought about all the hot action he saw in front of him. Now he was about to participate in it? Count him in!

"Sure, just tell me what to do!"

"We will get you ready. Don't worry, just let the scene get into you!"

Leila and other producers got Chris, they put a contraption into his mouth and tied it around his head, and he noticed that he could not close his mouth.

Next, the staff made him bend over and be on all fours, with his belly supported by an ottoman. Chris felt straps being tied around his right and left wrists. He drooled, in part for being helpless to close his mouth. On the other hand, due to his imagination, he was thinking about the freak scene that would happen.

He'd be fine being some hot woman's toy right now, his mind going back to the few BDSM scenes he'd seen from this very studio when he first stumbled into this secret career of his friend.

"Great, everyone, she looks ready!" Leila said

"Alright, let the guys in!" Maryanne yelled.

Guys?

Chris's head jerked up, immediately ending his daydreaming. What he saw made him freeze, men. Muscled up, oiled men. They were walking directly to him.

He was stuck, frozen in place due to the shock. Which only elevated tenfold with the next order: "Alright, guys, get those hoses out and let's film it!"

Chris eyes shot wide open as he saw the first two guys present their manhoods, they slowly pulled down their pants, and the long, veiny black cocks send in antoher intense shock into his mind. He thought he would pass out.

He heard giggling from the women around, and the director finally yelled, "Action!"

THE SHOOT

Chris's eyes were wide open. The women in the production were giggling at his face. He shook his wrists and his heels, but to no avail, since the bonds were too tight.

Forced to be on all fours due to the ottoman, unable even to mumble as his mouth was stuck open with that ring, covering his teeth. He was about to shake his head from side to side, and he would have, if it weren't for the huge, firm hands that enveloped his head, a pending doom paired on his mind as he was forced to face a monstrousity of a member, huge, impossibly bigger than his own.

Even as it approached, Chris still thought that its sheer size made him wish it were just a toy, but he couldn't deny the taste and how that firmness had some softness to it. Real skin, real meat. He had a massive cock on entering his mouth, and Leila was watching it.

Was she serious about the chastity threat? Would it have been better if he had run away, dressed up like he had been? Would he get far from such a remote place as this studio?

Chris couldn't answer any of that, as he didn't try, too afraid of what would happen on his way home. However, he would always be able to answer, how a black dick tasted.

He could hear the cheering around him, the women on the set watched on the earnest, one moment, after he realized the taste was not as bad as the notion of what was happening, his eyes darted around and on the corner of his eyes he saw Leila, the same woman whom he thought about dating again. She had a wicked smile on her face, one that his current shame did not allow him to try to decipher.

In and out, began the light sawing motion, the man in front of him was not simply dipping his cock on his forced open mouth, but using him, as the groaning from escaped his lips.

Chris didn't know the guy's name, not that he could reciprocate the male's low chanting on his feminized name. Surely, such a baritone voice would haunt his dreams, having a big, strong man calling "Christina" over and over.

The large cock was also long, and it began invading spaces on Chris throat. He wondered if the guy would take too long to finish, he couldn't know, and he also didn't know what to do about the cream filling he was about to receive.

Would it be worst if he swallowed his prize, or if he allowed his spit to slowly drool all the cum out of his mouth?

His choices, if he made any, where ignored, as the enormous cock managed to force its way down Chris's throat. In and out, more and more dick made its way over his tongue.

One of the producers told him to relax. And he desperately failed at doing so, cock in and cock out. Relaxing was impossible.

When he thought it couldn't get any worse from there, the dread spread out through his body as he heard somebody say something out loud, maybe the director, "Bring in the second in line!"

Second? Chris could barely manage to not choke on one cock, how could these women fanthom the idea of two large manhoods sharing the tiny space that was his mouth and throat!. Of course, the feminized eyes, with mascara running down his cheeks by now, opened wide in fear and surprise.

Firm and large hands, like the ones on his head, were now pulling down his panties.

He struggled, he felt the large fingers searching for the plug, the same blasted plug that he had hated the whole way since the director had suggested it to the point where it seemingly helped with his hips. Now that same sex toy stood as the only protection his anal virginity could have from being lost, to what he could only hope would be a cock not as big as the one he was currently swallowing and helplessly slobbering on.

What would Leila think of him now? Completely humiliated and stuck on a spit roast from hell! As these images of her laughing assaulted his mind, he began shaking his hips, moving from side to side to avoid this scene from progressing any further.

His self torturing thoughts where halted by pain, his left ass cheek had just received a blow to firm, and sudden that left Chris helpless, stunned by both surprise and pain, his last line of protection was removed, like a cork being pullet, a wet plop sound echoed for him, and only for him since there was a lot of noise that he ignored all around from the current studio staff, that composed his audience.

"Nnghh! Nnnhhhg!" he tried to voice over the cock deep down his throat, which just caused the men over him to act as if he was a waton slut, a bitch in heat, wishing to be pounded to bliss and heaven. And the actors, be it by professional or by primal instinct, had the desire to do just so.

Lubed, slippery his anal ring could do little but move slithly around, a movement that only served to entice further the huge member demanding entrance. Little by little, it began making its way, the man behind Chris fed cock to ass, all while cameras recorded the glorious moment of his virginity and much of his pride, being conquered.

His screams were muffled by the other side of his body, in and out, the pistoning sausage denied his voice.

He thought about taking legal revenge. He considered burning down the studio. Anything that he could do to restore his manhood after they finished taking, breaking, and smashing it down. It felt like his manhood was destined to be battered and ground down to powder.

Pressure formed down on his behind, it increased as the member invading him journeyed further. Something inside him was pressed, and it was smashed. Then, just like the first huge cock on his throat, the first huge cock on his ass moved back and forth, slowly building rythim.

In and out, smash and batter his inner button. It went like this for a while. The feminized male closed his eyes to power through this hellish moment of his life. He wished he had never begged Leila to film that video for him. Maybe she would still date him? Who knows?

He cursed Janice for tricking him into such a moment, taking black cock from both sides and unable to do anything about it.

Air rushed into his open mouth, and a needy, loud moan battled the air. He could breathe, and wished to scream, all the curses he had imagined were muted near the moans, tears welled up in his eyes as he noticed it was his voice, raspier and feminine somehow, that moanled so loud and needy.

He opened his eyes just in time to see two things: first, Leila was somehow closer, seeing his face as a switch had been activated deep down in him. The second thing was that the same huge member that had been down on his throat was now being jerked by her tiny hand. He knew what was about to happen. He had seen it countless times back when he was a consumer, and not the actress in this sort of film, and so he closed his eyes.

The money shot hit his face, spurts that felt more like waves, and he surrendered. Nothing else mattered now. He could swear later, but now, he had a problem of his own.

At first, he thought all the frustration was just heating him up, but the pleasure accompanied it. The man behind him changed rhythm and angle for his thrusts, and the cock, the same that would probably dwarf Chris' to a mockery in its current caged status, did the unthinkable.

He shook, but not to break his bonds, his body trembled all over. He thought he was going to pee, or that the humiliation had been so great that his mind had broken.

But no, the tears in his eyes increased and ran down his face. Chris realized that, with another raspy moan, the greatest humiliation hit him like a truck that left his mind blank.

In and out, in and out. Angled, battering, and smashing that magic feeling into his being. Chris trembled further and further as the pleasure from the invasion spread out on his body, not daring to open his mouth.

"Go on, slut!" he heard Leila, and it was too much, the feminized actress moaned helpless, the intense feeling from the powerful thrusts making him moan at each impact of the men's hips against his rear. Worse, a heavy set of balls banged into his smaller set of balls.

All the while, Leila smiled wickedly at him.

He felt it, something not just dripping but being pushed out of his tiny locked penis, something deliciously terrible had just happened. And just as he thought it was over, the guy behind him built up rhythm.

Chris had no time to process his first anal orgams, as the actor seemed motivated to build up the second.

He opened his eyes to see Leila guinding the man who had just painted his face leave, and amidst his own helpless moaning, he heard the director calling "The next cock in line, please!", in no time, anoher long hard cock was in front of him. He didn't even wait for the hands, almost offering his mouth to the third cock that would enter him that day.

Pleasure built in again from deep within him, bought by the expert thrusting front he guy behind the feminzed actress, Chris surrendered, there was nothing that he could say but muffed moans, treating the new cock as a microfone that could capture his surprisingly approval of the new feelings.

In his mind, he cursed himself for taking enjoyment from this humiliation. But what could he do now?. His eyes darted around, seeing more and more of the women, including the actress from before, smile wickedly like Leila just had. One of the producers had her hand in her pants.

Before he could have any idea of a next move, that same warm feeling returned, and he moaned again. His locked penis helplessly twiched into the cage, expelling more and more liquid as the fact of being used proved once again too arousing for Chris to ignore the kinky pleasure. He surrendered completely to the feelings that came with his new reality.

EPILOGUE

Dressing up early in the morning and walking down the street to Janice's house became Chris's new routine. He counted his steps from the moment she allowed him to wear a coat until he was inside her home.

He rang the doorbell and took a deep breath. As he waited, his eyes gazed upon his feminized figure, even with a coat, his curvy profile was still visible, and he had no way to conceal the wig, which was still glued to his bald head.

The same eyebrows from Sandra gave him an unsure and helpless gaze. As usual, his denied little penis made another foiled attempt at showing itself. It was getting worse lately. He tried to look at its general direction, having to face his bountiful cleavage, which was also stuck on him since the day of his debut as a porn star.

The door opened, and Janice and Leila faced him, their faces having lipstick all over them.

"Morning, mistress!" Chris did the little bow that they required of him.

"She is getting better at this!"

"I sure hope so, the next shoot will be about our little maid!" Leila added, which made Chris wince at the thought, or perhaps it was his cage holding thwarting his sudden arousal at the idea of another scene.

They laughed at Chris' helpless reaction and allowed their maid to come inside.

The two women faced each other. "So, do you really prefer him like this?" Janice asked Leila as Chris was out of earshot, putting his long cloak in the closet.

"Yeah, maybe I will even have him renew the contract!" she smiled at Janice.

Just in time to watch them, Chris came back, only to see the two sharing another kiss, making his little cage feel like the biggest torment he had endured so far.