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Bittersweet
by Callie Messenger
"It's a great idea, but the US has stupid bitches like Tori who
are willing to spend years pumping themselves up and still act
like bimbos. Look at gladiators - all our butch women are just
that. Butch!"
"Mr. Hawkins, we've realised the problem, and if you're still
willing to back us, we've thought of a solution."
"You can't take a page three girl and fill her full of steroids.
It'd still take a good year and a half to two years before she
looked the part."
"We know. We've got something else in mind."
-----
The ad wanted good-looking men for an action film. I talked to
the agency and they fixed me up an audition. They stressed that
even if I was ultimately unsuccessful I would have to undergo a
fitness test and medical. I agreed and signed a waiver. The
audition was a few simple questions, lots of photographs, and
the medical itself. It consisted mainly of strength tests and
measurements - biceps, chest, waist, and thighs. A few days
later I got a callback. I was so excited I took my girlfriend
out for dinner, even though we were penniless.
At the callback there were only three other guys. We all looked
similar. A small range of heights, but all under five ten. All
fit but not bodybuilder big - one guy looked skinny. All good
looking, though two of them looked slightly girlish with their
long hair. "Here's the deal, guys." Said the interviewer, the
director, coming out of his office. "We have secured some of the
budget financing, but not all. We're not shooting until we have
it all. So, in the meantime, we'll keep you all on retainer,
provided you train for the roles with us." We all smiled.
Retainer for no work, no problem. "Kevin Taylor?" I stood.
"Jason Wright?" The other shorthaired guy stood. "We really need
long hair. Take these pills four times a day. It's 'Tress', it
increases hair growth. If we start shooting tomorrow and we pick
you we'll use extensions, but we'd prefer you get used to it."
With that he walked back into his office.
The trainer called us all the next day. We weren't all locals,
so we were being rehoused on location, in a warehouse in
Greenwich. It was a closed set, so I packed a suitcase and said
my goodbyes for the duration. I guessed I would be out weekends.
I guessed wrong. Apparently the film was based on government
sensitive material and was being timed to coincide with its
public release. We signed a secrets document, and resigned
ourselves to the fact that we could be here a while. Everything
was provided though, so the money would just be piling up.
We bonded over the next couple of days. As well as Jason there
was Mike and Bluey, so called because of his piercing eyes.
Catherine was our physical trainer. We found that we were all
proficient martial artists. Catherine was too but taught us
mostly wrestling, including all the throws, locks and falls.
Tracy was our dialogue coach. She had some script examples, and
we all needed to change our delivery radically. Ni-Po was our
medic. Jack, the director, introduced him on the first day. "We
have to give you all some shots as we need a particular body
shape and we need it quickly. If you've got any moral problems
with the use of drugs in physical development then I suggest you
leave now." No one turned away. We all got injections in the
legs, arse and chest, and a packful of supplements with
instructions. We all signed waivers for the treatment and
against any side effects or injury during training.
Catherine concentrated on low weights, high reps when weight
training, for spot fat reduction and definition. With a high
protein, low fat diet the pounds began to slide off. Terri was
introduced to us after a week. "The role calls for something a
little out of the ordinary." Explained Jack. "The heroes are
required to pose as women. For dramatic effect we've put the
scene right at the start of the film, and we'd like to carry it
off so convincingly that the audience really believes you are
women. We have body doubles, but some of the shots will pan in
from whole body to face so you will need to know exactly what
you are doing." With that, Terri was slotted in to our growing
daily schedule, along with her large wardrobe and vast
repertoire of feminine gestures and actions.
-----
"How's it going?" Jack asked Brandon, up in the control room.
"We figure the subliminals are working as there's been no
rebellion, or even questioning of what we're asking them to do.
The big test'll be visible physical change. The sleeping pills
are working just as we were told, making them very receptive to
the subliminals. We're putting out programs on a lot of fronts
-- discouraging curiosity, encouraging acceptance, learning and
naturalisation, and trying to bring out their feminine sides."
"When can we offer them cosmetic surgery?"
"It's probably not when, but how you should offer it. As long as
it's acceptable to them, they won't worry. Implants? You're
going to have to wait until femininity kicks in."
-----
Jack came over with the idea. "Look, guys, you're definitely the
best we could get, but we're offering to make you better.
Physical perfection is the way ahead in this game, so if you
want anything done, we've got the crew to do it. It's not free!
We reckon improved looks is improved earnings so you sign over
to us ten percent of future earnings if you take up our offer."
Based on some statistical figures he had a list for all of us of
recommended alterations. I was a little worried about surgery,
but anything for better looks. I signed up for the works: nose
job, jaw shaping, tightening, chemical peel, et al. Ten percent
of future earnings was what we called a Cassandra Contract.
Sure, you could predict you would make money, but no one would
believe you. I was happy to get major cosmetic surgery for free.
I just wasn't banking on the way I would end up looking. Thing
was, I didn't find out for a long while after the surgery due to
the bandaging. We were deep into Terri's training, almost
permanently in skirts, when the bruises healed and the bandages
finally came off. With my hair down to my shoulders and my bust
padded under the blouse I could have mistaken myself for a
woman. I was fascinated by the new face -- it was incredibly
good looking. Charlotte was going to be so surprised when I got
back to her.
-----
"Can we get their implants done now, Brandon?"
"Look at them, Jack! You know better than I that they couldn't
care what's going on. They haven't even noticed the bust
development from Ni-Po's shots and pills. That said, be careful,
we don't know what could happen if they break through their
conditioning. Try reinforcing the temporary angle."
"Good call."
-----
Catherine was training us on the sprung wooden floor, which was
dotted by the imprints of our heels. We were training on
stilettos to improve balance and fine muscle control. She was
teaching us that throws were about technique, not strength. Less
muscle, more concentration. I was constantly having to flick the
hair out of my eyes to see Jason, Mike and Bluey come at me, but
you know, they were so light I could throw them with ease. I
have to admit that they were really coming to look like women in
their tight leotards and training pants. All over waxing hadn't
been fun for any of us, but not having to shave was a wonderful
experience.
"Guys, the budget financing is almost in. We reckon shooting
could begin in a short time." I put my hands on my knees for a
breather, and felt a bit odd to have my chest flop down. I had
been noticing that recently. Surely muscle was tighter than
that. "Anyway, like I said, we're going for complete realism in
the first few scenes. I thought prostheses would be fine, but
the producers have vetoed that because of the close-ups. Ni-Po
is going to fit you with removable implants. Once again, we'd
like you to get used to these things before shooting, so we're
going to go right ahead. Any questions?"
I didn't think so. Hoffman used to run for 'Marathon Man'; De
Niro put on 40lbs for 'Raging Bull'. I was actually looking
forward to testing out a pair of my own tits.
Something changed the day after our surgery. We all looked at
each other and realised that we were different. We spoke about
it, and realised that we all felt the same, like ourselves, but
there was no denying the physical difference. Each thought that
the others looked like women. It wasn't scary. In fact, it was
quite a relaxing thought to realise that we were actually going
to bring this off. Mark, the slimmest of us all, looked like a
fashion model, with his straight black hair and ideal, teardrop
tits. Bluey had the look of a PT instructor, mostly those
piercing blue eyes exhibiting intelligence and control, with his
close blond hair and smooth shape playing second fiddle. Jason's
green eyes and shorter blond hair made him look a little
childish, and small, springy tits belied his impressive
strength. I was the glamour, or as Jason put it, the bimbo. My
dark blond, curling hair had been lightened, and my big eyes and
button nose sat all too cutely above natural big lips and
unnaturally large boobs. Jason's comment almost ended with me
wrenching his head off his shoulders, but to be honest, I was
upset because he had hit too close to home. I did look like a
bimbo, and I really didn't want to.
The good news was that all of this served a purpose. We were all
given roles, and told to practise. I was Bitter, Jason was Jani,
Bluey was Blue, quite simple, and Mark was Malice. Some of us
had to train harder than others in the physical stuff to get
around our new additions, but it all came together really
quickly. Training in a leotard, it soon became obvious that only
one area of my body, and of the others', detracted from the
perfect curves.
-----
"We're really bombing them on the self-image side now, Jack.
They look like women, they act like women. Even if they don't
want to be women, they do want to look perfect."
"What should I say to them, Brandon?"
"I don't think you'll need to say anything. Just keep them in
figure hugging clothes and in front of mirrors."
-----
I slipped on the pink catsuit that was fast becoming my
trademark. The others loved me in it, and Terri wanted me to
perform in it. I looked in the mirror at my slim, curvy body.
The big hips, wasp waist and large, tight bust made me look like
a cartoon superhero, or heroine. But the lump between my legs
just didn't fit the image. Malice came up behind me and slipped
her arms around me. "It just doesn't fit, does it?"
"What do you mean?"
"The bulge, the protuberance, whatever you want to call it. It
doesn't fit. We've worked hard to get everything perfect, to
perform and stun the world. We look the part, except for that."
In the mirror I could see her fingers pointing at my crotch.
"Yes," I sighed, "except for that."
"Ni-Po has agreed to put mine inside me."
"What do you mean?" I was intrigued.
"He's going to invert it, placing it in a hole he'll create
behind it. It'll still be there, but perfectly disguised."
"What about, you know, the balls?"
"Oh, they're going to have to be removed and stored, so that the
scrotum can be used to create the lips, making it look just like
a vagina. I'm going to fool everyone completely!"
"Wow," I said, "I wonder what my girlfriend will think when I
show her?"
-----
"The rights have been serialised already," an excited Jack told
us, "and we're only just starting shooting. We'll make the most
of your efforts and shoot as many scenes as we can in your
present characters over the next couple of weeks. Remember,
you're live in front of the studio audience!"
I was so excited. Three months on retainer and now the show was
beginning in earnest. I looked up at the guy beside me. Curtains
was six foot seven and about twenty two stone of bone and
muscle. All I had to do was escort him out to the ring. Only he
was going to pinch my ass as I left the ring. That would
infuriate Iron Man Jim Sheedy, who was supposed to be my
boyfriend, and the two would fight ending with Jim carrying off
the prize -- me. I just had to act like I was all over him, like
any woman would with the best guy in a fight. Oh, and I had to
show off my tits, because the cameras would be there to promote
the series of which I was the main attraction. Me and Iron Man
Jim.
The huge audience loved every minute. I hammed it up completely
with foot stamping, hands on hips, and plenty of hair waving
attitude. When Iron Man Jim finally floored Curtains after the
epic bout, I got in the ring and body slammed him. Jim held my
hands up and I flexed the taut biceps that I was proud of. He
then swept me off my feet and carried me out of the arena to
where Jack was waiting.
"That was amazing, Jim, Bitter." He was smiling buckets. "Jim,
can you wait for me in my office. We'll discuss the development
and next week's show. Bitter, you're done for now, but I need to
see you and Malice once she's off stage." I stayed in the wings
watching Malice on the screen. She was supposed to be presenting
a tag match, but one of the teams was just one guy who was
getting riled by the others. She volunteered to join him and
gave a great account of herself. She rolled out of the arena
damp with perspiration, with her partner, a huge black
bodybuilder known as Jackson Five. "Malice, Bitter," said Jack,
joining us, "you two stole the show. Audience approval for your
characters is phenomenal. We're piloting the scenes with our
backers, and we haven't used Jani and Blue yet. You're going to
have to stay in character over the next couple of weeks, and the
script is probably going to get altered around you, so keep
practising."
-----
"We're bombing them with naturalisation programming. Their old
lives will become hazy as they fall more and more into
character. Your job, Jack, and this is vital, is to immerse them
in character. They need life stories, old friends, photos of
their parents, names and numbers. They'll flesh out the details
from their own memories, but the hooks will gradually change."
"What about press digging into their old lives?"
"Not for me to worry about, sorry. You've got contacts, haven't
you?"
-----
"Jack!"
"Mr. Hawkins."
"Jack, I'm very impressed. Viewing figures of one hundred
thousand for the first show was good enough, but quarter of a
million in the second week is phenomenal for a minor sport. And
now the press is really starting to pick up. This will be
shifted to a prime time slot if ratings grow any more."
"Thank you, Mr. Hawkins."
"Those girls! You taunted your viewing public by not showing
Miss Sweet this week."
"Bitter will be back on next week kicking off her rivalry with
Blue over Iron Man Jim Sheedy."
"Wonderful, I can't wait. When can I meet these girls?"
"You know you can come down anytime, Mr. Hawkins."
"What can I give you to keep this rolling, Jack? Anything, what
do you need?"
"Well, actually, I do have a favour to ask. It's about the
girls."
-----
We'd been completely swept up in the rush. Somehow the
characters had become bigger than we and we were living their
lives. I struggled to think back to how I'd got here, but
everything was becoming hazy as the demands on our time became
enormous. Jack had tried to protect us from the press and fans,
but the invasion couldn't be held off for long. We were heavily
coached in how to react to questions, and how to maintain
persona for the sake of the show. The public didn't really want
to know about our private lives, but they wanted to see Malice
sneer, Jani pout, Blue smile and wink, and me acting dizzy and
lost.
-----
"Good morning, and welcome back to the Breakfast Show. I'm Jack
Fry!"
"And I'm Jill van den Court."
"This morning we've had to employ a cleaner on set to mop up the
slobber from the guys mouths. Why? Because sitting on the sofa
with us is BWF's very own ringside sensation, Bitter Sweet!
Dave, roll your tongue up off the floor, mate. Sorry about that,
viewers. [Camera moves across to show the giggling Bitter.]
Bitter, one of your schoolteachers recently described you as a
very demure girl. What happened?"
"I'm still demure, aren't I?"
"Body slamming Curtains, kicking Ben Brady in the face and
groin, the list goes on. Can you really lift twice your own body
weight?"
"Do I look that heavy?"
"Lord, no, but you do look like you can take care of yourself."
"Well, I did lift Shane off the mat in a bear-hug, and I think
he's around twenty four stone, so yeah."
"That's Shane 'Girder' Douglas, ladies and gentlemen. So,
whatever possessed you to take up wrestling?"
"I didn't do too well at school. I didn't have many options."
"You left at sixteen?"
"Yeah. I took up with a guy who introduced me to weight
training. I loved it."
"And you never looked back. It might be a stereotype, but most
girls with your looks would have worked with those. Perhaps gone
into modelling?"
"Thanks, but I'm not really that good looking."
"There's half a million viewers of your new midweek show that
might tend to disagree. I know Dave would, wouldn't you? [Big
nod from the soundman.] So what's next for you?"
"The show's growing. Some of the WWF guys are coming over for
another Rumble."
"Is it true that Tori wants a piece of you?"
"We don't let out the fight schedules until they are finalised,
and I've got some issues to sort out with Blue before I deal
with anyone else."
"Ah, yes. Let's take a quick look now at one of the issues.
[Screen shows an upset Bitter running back to Iron Man Jim's
dressing room after being thrown out of the ring by Curtains.
She opens the door to find Blue and Jim kissing and hugging. Jim
looks up in surprise. "Bitter!" He says. "It's not what you
think!". Cut back to smiling Jack Fry.] How are you planning to
deal with the situation?"
"I've challenged Blue to meet me on the mat for her championship
belt."
"But she wants Malice and Jackson's tag belt, and is getting
Iron Man Jim to partner her for it, and you've got first rights
to challenge for that but no partner any more."
"I know, it's complicated, isn't it?"
"Well, I guess so, Bitter. But these complications are really
what keeps the show running so well, aren't they."
"Yeah. I just let Jack keep track of them all."
"That's Jack Williams, owner of the BWF consortium. I don't know
if he's kept track of this one, though. We've had an interesting
call while we've been talking. Apparently this young woman
claims to be an ex-girlfriend. [Camera shows Bitter looking
confused, but smiling.] Do you recognise the name Charlotte
Street? [Camera shows a slight tensing on Bitter's face before
her brow furrows. She looks around nervously.] I take it you do
recognise the name. Charlotte, are you there? [There is silence
on set for a moment. Jack Fry holds his earpiece to his ear.]
Ladies and gentlemen, we appear to have lost Charlotte. We'll
try to get this intriguing young woman back on line, but for now
we'll take a commercial break. Stay tuned!"
-----
"Mr. Hawkins."
"Jack."
"What happened?"
"We missed something, Jack. You didn't really give me that much
time to sort something out. Anyway, we've given the producer
instructions and we're tracking down the call now. You sort out
Miss Sweet. Take her off if you think it necessary. I'll tell
the show they can have Malice McMahon next week. Just a moment,
Jack. Oh, Okay. Listen, Jack, the story is that Charlotte Street
is an ex-wrestler who went to prison for crippling one of
Bitter's friends. She's out and Blue tracked her down. You come
up with the details."
"But how are you going to come up with Charlotte Street?"
"Let me worry about that."
-----
I took Jack's hand as he came to take me out of the studio. Jack
Fry planted a kiss on my cheek as I left and thanked me for
coming in. Jill van den Court was otherwise occupied. My Jack
relayed to the other some story about Charlotte being an old
enemy recently released from prison. He left the details up to
the crew to find out. They all thought it was a stunt, and were
only too happy to play along. "Jack," I asked, as we left.
"Where is Charlotte? Can I see her?"
"Bitter," he held both my hands and looked at me. "I can't
answer that question. You know the set is closed until we
complete this project."
"I know." I looked down. "Please?" I implored him, begging with
my eyes. Something inside him melted.
"We're both going to get into very big trouble for this."
-----
Charlotte was brought to my studio in the warehouse. She
recognised me immediately. "Kevin! What have they done to you?"
"Charlotte." We hugged, and the security guards closed the door
behind them. "They made me forget about you, and they even made
me forget about me. I still don't know who I am exactly.
Everything is so confused."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I spent days thinking about it. I came to a decision. I can't
change back, but I can go forward. I need help to come to terms
with what I've become though. I really need a friend who
understands me."
"Christ, Kevin, of course I'll help you. But you'll understand
if I mean just friends, won't you? I don't really see Bitter
Sweet in the same light as I saw you."
"Of course, Charlotte, though I still see you in the same light.
I've got an incredible future here, and I want you share in it.
But I don't want you to myself. You're free, as long as you
promise to help me, and that means backing my story up, no
matter how absurd it is destined to become."
"Sure. Bitter." She smiled. "I'll always be here if you need me,
Bitter."
"Thank you, Charlotte. It means more than you will know."
She left my room and Jack came out from behind a screen. "Well
done, Bitter. We still have some work to do on this storyline,
but you've saved your old girlfriend a lot of grief. You look
sad?"
"I asked her to lie for me."
"No, you asked her to tell a story, and if she didn't agree...?"
He left it hanging. "Come on, let me show you something to cheer
you up. It's called a Gold Card."
-----
"Bitter! I should've guessed! Who else would call at two in the
morning?"
"All the rest of your friends, Charlotte?"
"Who is it, Charlie?" Came a man's voice from the stairs as he
walked down and arrived in the hall.
Charlotte pulled me in. "Come and meet Saul. Saul, this is -"
"Bitter Sweet!" He spat out in shock.
"Now close the mouth, dear." Charlotte gently rebuked him. "You
can go back to bed if you're not going to be able to engage your
brain in normal conversation."
"I'll get the coffee." He replied. We went to the kitchen to sit
down.
"Nice table!" I remarked, noticing the natural shade solid pine
eight seater that I probably would have had trouble moving.
"You have very good taste in furniture for a muscle-bound
bimbo."
"Ow, you bitch!" I squealed. Charlotte laughed and squeezed my
hand. I laughed with her and realised that Jack must've sent the
table over. He'd turned out to be a good guy after all. Well, I
had thrown him down a flight of stairs and then fucked him
senseless to make up for it. He hadn't known whether he was
coming or going.
"So, what is it this time?"
"Does there have to be a reason?" I squirmed.
"No," Charlotte sighed, "but there usually is nowadays. And
anyway, there'd better be a good one to get me out of a deep
sleep." She winked at Saul who quickly hid his face.
"You'll read about it tomorrow, I suppose." I sighed. "Dwayne
Hamilton isn't going to be playing for The Gunners on Monday
evening unless they can fix his nose up before then."
"You hit him?"
"He bought me a drink. We chatted. We went to dance. We started
kissing. It was really nice. I turned round to a tap on my
shoulder and his girlfriend slapped me. When I finally
understood why she was screaming at me and he at her, I floored
him. He wasn't up before I left."
"Serves the bastard right!"
"I know, but the last time this happened it didn't come out that
way in the papers. Can I stay here the day?"
"Do you mind having your perfect woman sleeping in the guest
room, Saul?" She asked as he brought over the coffees. "He
really thought I was just a normal girl." She said to me,
conspiratorially.
"As long as you don't mind me joining her in there." He smiled.
He was waking up.
"Ooh, men!" Pouted Charlotte. "You will beat him up if he lays
a hand on you, won't you, Bitter?"
"Of course I will, honey," I replied with a grin. "Either that
or I'll tie his hands to the bedframe." Saul, awake or not, was
going to be no match for us girls together.
We chatted for an hour, catching up on news and gossip. Saul
turned out to be a marketing manager for a city firm. He was
lively, intelligent and fun. Charlotte seemed very happy with
him. Also he was good looking and earning a large amount. As
with Charlotte's previous boyfriends, I felt a pang of jealousy.
The usual thought ran through my head -- if I couldn't sleep
with her, I could sleep with him. The usual logic followed -- he
could then destroy my career; Charlotte would be destroyed;
therefore I would be destroyed twice. I forced the thoughts from
my mind. We all finished our joking, began yawning, and headed
to bed.
Jack called the next day, and arranged to pick me up in the
evening for the show. Saul brought in the newspapers and my name
and face was plastered all over them. This time, the reporting
was quite balanced. Some rags wanted to portray me as a whore,
but some actually realised that I was defending another woman.
Charlotte kept me from getting upset by the lies. Saul was also
a rock. Perhaps this was it, he was the one, and it was time to
let Charlotte go.
-----
Jack arrived to pick me up. He was a nice guy, well, since I
found out who I really was. Charlotte greeted him with a hug,
still not knowing his part in this story. Saul was still coming
down from his excitement. "I wish I could tell the guys about
this!"
"But how would you explain being beaten up by a woman?" Asked
Charlotte, sweetly.
"This'll all die down." He said to me. "You're a good person,
and an example to women everywhere."
I smiled at him. "One day, I might let you know what that means
to me." I hugged Charlotte tightly, and went back to my
fantastic, bittersweet life.
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