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Mars Needs Sissies: Part 1 Players: Steve Adams as John Hanson; Patricia Hays Steve's Aunt Pat; Susan Parker, Marketing and Promotions for Jack Slammer Films, Inc.; Cindy Prince, Independent hiring agent for Jack Slammer Films Synopsis: Steve is in LA to play. He's got three months of West Coast Summer, and a beach full of California girls he's only seen in movies till now. His aunt thinks he's there to become an actor or try to. He's not and, before long, she begins to realize that. Only he is, his aunt decides, and she's even found him a part. Slammer films is casting for their new science fiction film: Mars Needs Sissies! Steve, she decides, is about to go on his first casting call - Dressed. Preface: (Excerpt taken from Jack Slammer's unauthorized biography "The Slammer!"): "Slammer films most often falls under two forms of genre and style. The first defined around those gender contradictions such as: To Wong Foo; Pricilla, Queen of the Desert; and my all time musical favorite, The Rocky Horror Picture Show. That gender contradiction is often mixed with a second genre forming around those once popular science fiction classics from the 1950's such as: The Day The Earth Stood Still, and It Came From Outer Space. Both concepts are what has made Slammer films so often odd, according to his peers, and so popular among his followers. Odd is also a word often used for Jack Slammer himself. One critic, whose insight into Slammer films is right on the mark, cites Jack's works as "abnormally normal". As one critic put it: "To get a feel for Jack's [Slammer] films, imagine taking a bit of Clock Work Orange; Behind the Green Door; Priscilla, Queen of The Desert, and The Breakfast Club mixed together and shot with Disneyland as the background. "Tastefully freaky, adult, with lots of odd characters in unusual situations. Add to that some bizarre costumes, outlandish but well designed sets, and driven as always, by a very wild theme. Even more odd though is Hammer's audience. Eclectic would be the first word you'd use. In fact, if you tried to profile those typical theater goers, or movie renters who follow Slammer films, you'd discover they share little in common save for their taste in films. They ran the gambit from spiked haired kids, to Goth, to Wall Street brokers, to mothers who lie to the baby sitters about where they will be for the next two hours. There was, according to one critic, and this said not too long ago, "...something for everyone or nothing for anyone..." That was said with a thumbs up on Jack's latest effort "The Dearest Hunter" with the star spending most of his time back from Vietnam running around in the woods dressed as a fairy. Viewing A Slammer film, another critic once said, but with affection, is best done with an open mind that has been numbed just a bit." Concept and story line for the movie Mars Needs Sissies: Mars nearly died! Murdered, if you will! Killed off by the very people who lived there and they too almost went the same way as their planet. Fortunately they stopped doing what they'd been doing to their planet and things changed some. Not everything changed though and unfortunately they paid for their delay. Mars culture is two thousand years older than Earth's. It too was a thriving lush planet, although slightly warmer and more tropical. Mostly because of its smaller size, faster orbit, rotation and closer proximity to the Sun. Mars was once just as pretty as Earth. It was their own depletion of the ozone layer, long ago, that shifted the ecology of Mars towards what it appears as today. Oddly enough Mars is still a very lush planet, perhaps more so than Earth, only we don't know that because we can't see it! We can't see it because most of that lushness now lies beneath the surface. Actually an entire civilization lies just below that surface of Mars. That culture of Mars, when it was on the surface, was also similar to Earth's in that men once dominated their species just as they do here. Those same biological similarities formed there as they had on Earth. Men were dominate and woman submissive in most cases. However, when their planet's ecology changed so did the men. Ironically it was that male domination that led to their downfall, beginning again, with the depletion of their own Ozone layer. As the ozone slowly faded, the Sun's radiation increased, although the worse parts were only in a specific band. That particular band of radiation didn't alter anyone directly but it did alter then indirectly and, as that radiation increased, the men capable of fostering children decreased. It wasn't a quick process which was unfortunate, only because men didn't realize what was happening to them till it happened. Slowly, inevitable and not without a touch of irony those more masculine of men would suffer sooner and faster. Those types of men were the ones who almost always found themselves on the surface. It wasn't long before they found themselves becoming a minority. They were still the dominates of their species but they were no longer contributing to their species propagation. As men became less so, women began taking over in some areas. In that first five hundred years, and during this beginning of a crisis, Mars society also shifted from the surface to a life underground. It was an adaptive process and slowly became their new way of life. However, much of the resources still needed were on the surface and men were still needed for those resources. So, for the sake of the species only the most fit of men still worked on the surface. Those physically capable went to the top and those incapable of extreme manual labor served below. Those men, the weakest and a newer bred began serving the new leaders.. Unfortunately those working on the surface, by doing so, doomed themselves to their own lifetimes and those lessor men now remained the only ones capable of that propagation. It wasn't an anomaly of nature, because nature adapts. In Nature's scheme of things, as Mars changed, it was hardly more than natural selection that the male children of those smaller men would themselves be smaller. In that short span of a few dozen life times, the smaller of men became the most prolific in the species. Ultimately, because taste also can change, the smaller of men also became the most popular for bonding as well as breeding. Women, meanwhile and out of necessity, grew into those different roles, once dominated by men, and women slowly but inevitably took over. Only the strongest of women were allowed to breed and they were matched only to the weakest of men. Women became the leaders and stronger of the two genders and men followers. Ironically most of those men now following slowly, inevitably became willing to do so. Men changed roles, again slowly at first, but ultimately and completely in those five hundred years. By the time Mars science led Martians into space it was Martian women at the controls and Martian women who explored. So it was also ironic that Earth's myths about such women (some called these women Amazons), began three thousand years ago, in our own history. A hundred tales of giant women placed themselves into our mythology which, as it happens, wasn't so mythical. Moreover, as Mars itself become more hostile, it became necessary for Martian women to add to their gene pool and to do that Earth became their one and only source for those new genes. The campaign for that first big population shift came in the early nineteen fifties. By the late fifties, thousands of men have been abducted and each year since then dozens more are added. Of course that was what sparked so much interest in UFO's at the time. The truth was and is that there were UFOs at that time and have been for almost all of our time. Ironically, and in all cases, those men taken were men that fit the more popular profiles of existing Martian men, or more accurately, the taste of Martian women. With that taste now fully evolved, it was almost always the smaller and more effeminate Earth males taken. Sadly many of those men were hardly missed because so many were hardly noticed. Martian women have a keen eye for what they like, and those women sent to Earth were the best at judging a man's suitability for Martian woman. Thus, a guy that would most often turn an Earth woman off, had just the opposite effect for those in control of the red planet. So it is that the women of Mars now hunting for the "new men of Mars" hunted for the smaller, prettiest and most effeminate of Earth. And for the record, it's a one way trip for these men. Those men taken and discovering themselves now part of the culture of Mars and forever trapped, often see it as a double edge sword: On the one hand they are revered, pampered and held in high regard for their roles as breeders. A plus compared to how they may have been seen or treated on Earth. While on the other hand they are, as men of Earth, also subjected to the most humiliating of experiences a man of Earth might suffer through. Much of that happening as they begin leaning to live within their new roles. Some of that humiliation, as luck would have it, coming from Earth itself. Ironically, with the advancements in Mars space travel coming during the 1950's, it was that cultural view of our world that was also being taken back with them to Mars. Our culture when women were women and men, men that went to Mars and was adopted as part of their own culture. However, it wasn't copied exactly because on Mars Women are the bread winners and it's the men who bake it. That was also the time when a full fledged program of indoctrination began. There are still, to this day, a number of "recruiters" on Earth. Most, because it's almost natural for these women and many, because of their attitudes and size, become professional dominates of one sort or another. That too is ironic because the men that often visit a dominate are often those who make the best recruits. Not all are found that way though, and occasionally a man will be taken simply because he's just too adorable to ignore. Oddly enough, and in a way, it was only natural then that the so called weaker sex of Earth, in those times, would set the styles and fashions for the weaker sex on Mars. So it was that on Mars, the most sissy of males dressed in the frilliest of things are always the most popular. Moreover, the most prissy fashions for the little girls of Earth actually set the trends for what the men of Mars would wear. Or, as one Martian Trainer once wrote, on the Art of Training Earth Males: "There are few things more rewarding to a Martian woman than watching the man you have trained as a breeder give his first curtsey in a frilly little dress. Of course the best way to achieve this goal, and by far the more effective way of training Earthmen, is to start them off in the exact same place where little Earth girls start." And then there was Steve... Introduction to Steve Franks: Steve's grown up in the East. That's not a bad thing, but he's always wanted to see the West, the West Coast to be exact. Endless sunshine and girls. Girls most of all. Don't need a lot of clothes in California he tells a friend as he pats his new swim suit. Steve spent days thinking of reasons he could give his mother and aunt for a trip out to California. It was his aunt suggesting one time, long ago, that he consider acting as a career that made the trip possible. He'd laughed back then when she'd suggested it. He stifled that laugh he was about to make as he dialed his aunt's number. She bought it! So did his mother. Steve Franks was going to California. Sand, surf and those sizzling bikinis. He arrived on Saturday, hugged his aunt, settled in as fast as he could and hit the beach that day. He'd been on that beach every day since. Only he was suppose to be looking for something to do in acting. A week went by, two, and was coming up on three. His aunt, realizing she's been had, decides that enough is enough! "What's this?" Steve asked taking the newspaper his aunt handed him. "An ad! A casting call I think you call it. Jack Slammer films is casting people for backgrounds, walk-on, and small parts!" Steve's aunt said, and added as she handed the trade paper to him: "I've circled it." "I saw it!" Steve said as he began to set the paper down without looking at the ad. He hadn't really seen it, just a glance actually, because he got that trade paper each night for his aunt's benefit. "Are you going?" His aunt asked. "No!" Steve said casually looking back at the television. Bay Watch or rather Babe Watch was on with all of those female life guards. "Why?" His aunt asked already knowing his answer. Steve was a star, or thought he was. Since he was a star, bit parts were beneath him. Of course he hadn't yet earned a dime as an actor or "star", but it didn't seem to change his attitude about himself. He'd talked his aunt into letting him stay with her. Three months! That was all he needed he promised. Three months for the Summer just to get a feel for the industry and, of course, perhaps find something. It was nothing more than a little "slight of mouth" Patricia told her sister after the second week. He's not looking at all and, of late, he's not even pretending to look anymore. He had told a little white lie so he could spend the Summer here at the beach. Steve's mother agreed with her sister even suggesting putting him back on the bus for home. There was a giggle from his aunt, and when she told her sister why she was giggling her sister laughed as well. It would serve him right, and there was always that chance, however slight, that he'd even land a part. Steve's aunt was holding that casting call notice when she dialed her sister. That was yesterday. Steve's aunt had made other calls before that last one. Meanwhile Steve is trying to watch Babe Watch... "Why won't you try for this? His aunt asked, this time a bit more angry. Because, they are casting for guys to play girls." Steve said and added: "I don't do girl parts." "Sissies!" His aunt said, correcting him. She'd also seen the flyer advertising a fall release of the movie. It was one of those low budget "B" science fiction films that springs out, makes a few bucks, and disappears in old theaters with a small cult of followers. "And your point?" Steve added. "My point? It's a role! A part! Something you could actually put on a resume. You know, work? Something you could note as having done, other than 'girl watching' that is!" His aunt said. "Not me! That's the kind of stuff that ruins careers down the road!" Steve said. "Actually that's probably ok." His aunt said and added sarcastically: "I mean not having a career means it's not likely to get very badly damaged. "Hey, someday I'll be a star. It's just not going to be done that way! I don't do sissy parts!" Steve said with a finality in his voice. "Good!" His aunt answered and added: "In a way, I was kind of hoping you'd say that." "Why?" Steve asked finally taking his eyes off the girls on Babe Watch. He sensed a clear change in his aunt's voice. "Because, it makes my next decision so much easier, that's why. So, then, I guess this Summer thing for you just ended, and it's back home again!" His aunt said. "What? No! No, it's not over, I'm looking! You promised me that! You promised me the entire three months." Steve said slightly shocked, and more than a little angry. "And you promised you'd be taking a look at the industry while you were here. The only part of the industry you've seen is on the screen with a box of popcorn and can full of cola. So far the only looking you've done is at the girls down at the boardwalk." His aunt said. "I've looked. It's just that I haven't found anything yet." Steve said in defense of his position. A position that was weakening as the silence ticked by. "What did you promise me when you arrived?" His aunt asked. She remembered the pleading and begging and promises. "That I'd hit every casting call! That I'd call every agent! That I'd call every studio! OK, so I haven't called every one of them yet." Steve said after a time, but quickly added: "But it's not what you think! It's just that... I mean what I meant was, when I made that promise, I promised that I would hit every casting call that FIT MY CHACTER." "What sort of character is that?" His aunt asked. "You know!" Steve said not sure what sort of answer to give. "Actually I don't know what kind of character you want to play which most likely means you don't either. But that's ok for now. In fact that's just fine! How about for the moment I accept that at face value. So tell me how many have you actually 'hit' so far? Just give me the names of those places that fit your character?" His aunt asked. Given it had been none; it really made the answer an easy one. "I've been looking!" Steve said again, but defeat was on his face this time. He didn't give a number or say even a few, because there wasn't any. "When?" His aunt asked and added: "Who?" "Lots!" Steve said hoping he didn't have to name any. "Two? One? None! Right? Right! So your answer is no. No, you have not been looking. You get up, have breakfast, look at this single trade paper that you get the night before, then go off and play. You are planning to do this till Summer ends and on my nickel. Well, my dear nephew, as of today, and at this very moment, Summer has officially ended." His aunt said. "But you promised!" Steve almost whined. "So did you. You broke your promise, now I'm breaking mine! So, I'll call your mom and coordinate your arrival time so she's there to pick you up. Meanwhile I would suggest you go and pack." His aunt said. "I'm going to start looking tomorrow for sure!" Steve said feeling the panic well up in him. "Too late! Sorry." His aunt said. "Please! I promise! Tomorrow, first thing!" Steve said getting suddenly desperate and adding with a very desperate hope on his face: "I mean it. I really do!" "You promise?" His aunt asked. "Yes! Yes, I promise. Honest, I really mean it this time!" Steve said. "No matter what?" His aunt asked. "No matter what?" Steve answered. "That one then?" His aunt asked. "Which one?" Steve asked not sure what she meant, as the subject suddenly changed. "That one! The ad... The one I just handed you!" His aunt said. "No, not that one, but I will look at the trade paper first thing, and start with those others." Steve said. "Not good enough! It's that one first! They are already casting for parts. That one, or none of them." His aunt said. "But I told you, they are looking for guys to play girls! OK, ok, I know, sissies, but there is no difference between a guy playing a girl, or a guy playing a damn sissy." Steve said and added: "Both wear dresses!" "That one, or the bus trip home in the afternoon! That's tomorrow afternoon! Chose!" His aunt said. "Fine! OK! There, are you satisfied? Happy?" Steve said in utter frustration. He knew she meant it. "I will be when you tell me what've you chosen?" Steve's aunt said. "I'll go on that casting call!" Steve said in anger and added: "Now are you satisfied?" "No, I'm not satisfied, but I will be when you finish that casting call tomorrow." His aunt said and added: "In fact, I'll drive you." "No need. I can take the bus!" Steve said. He had no intention of going on that casting call, and that bus trip would be to the beach. He'd hang out there till it seemed long enough for a casting call to take, then come home all sad over not getting any part. "Might be better if I drive you, but if you want to take the bus fine." His aunt said. "Why would it be better?" Steve asked suddenly curious. "The outfit. Even here in LA, dressing like you'll be dressed might be a bit much for the locals." His aunt said. "What outfit? Dressed like what?" Steve asked feeling suddenly apprehensive. "Did you read that ad?" His aunt asked. "Yes! No? OK, I just glanced at it." Steve answered. "Then read about the part that notes what they are looking for and how to get the parts!" Steve's aunt noted picking the paper back up again as she looked for a second, then pointed: "Here!" "Says costumes?" Steve said. "It says: '...those young men in costume will be interviewed first!'." His aunt noted by way of pointing again, and added as she took the paper from Steve: "Let's see? Ah, here it is... Costume looks can include: ...young girl, little girl, sissy boy or baby outfits. Frilly or sissy preferred!" "That just means they take those in costume first. It doesn't mean you don't get to go in if you are not wearing one?" Steve said. "It means what it means. Costumes go in first! You go in first if you are wearing a costume. Those in first have the best chances at getting the parts. When you go in costume it means you want the part. So, you are going in costume, and again, it would be best if I drove you." His aunt said. "What sort of costume? I mean which... what kind of costume... I mean what as?" Steve asked remembering that short list his aunt was referring to. "Well, consider yourself damn lucky you got me. I spent the day yesterday piecing together some things through a few people and some nice places. I thought it would be best if you more or less covered a little of all of those bases." His aunt said. "Right. So if you hadn't noticed, they were asking for little girl, young girl, sissy and baby types? How would you cover all of those?" Steve said feeling a twinge of panic. "You are right and covering all, while they might seem difficult, is actually fairly easy!" His aunt answered with a smile on her face. "Easy? So which?" Steve asked in a state of growing panic. "Which, which?" His aunt asked smiling a little. "Which would I be going as?" Steve asked in a silent terror. It was that smile that scared him. "All of them silly!" Steve's aunt said. "All of them? You can't be serious?" Steve said. "I am. But that's not the question is it? The real question is, are you serious?" Steve's aunt asked back and added: "Do you really want to stay here for the rest of Summer, or kiss your mom hello in a few hours?" "OK, yes, I want to stay. I do, honestly, but... I mean do you know what you're asking?" Steve said. "Of course! I'm asking you to wear a costume, for an interview, or casting call for a possible part in a movie. It's exactly what you begged me for!" Steve's aunt said and added with that same smile: "It's what you came here for!" "No, you are not asking me to wear a costume! You're asking me to step outside dressed as some kind of nut!" Steve said. "Honey, you're in La La Land! It's what we do here! In LA that's pretty common! Although that's not what this is about. This is about getting a part in a movie! Imagine what that means? Besides, technically you're not stepping out because I'm also driving you so what's the big deal?" His aunt said smiling in a slightly more wicked way as she added: "Of course you can say no, and dress perfectly normal for the bus ride home! Again honey, it's your choice?" "FINE!" Steve said walking off to his room. He was furious. Mad at himself more than her. Mad for not faking it better. He should have at least looked like he was trying. Now it was put up or shut up and he didn't trust his aunt's smile. He didn't slam the door but it closed hard, and his aunt smiled again. "Gotcha!" His aunt whispered to herself. And a few miles away almost at the same time.... Slammer films employees were getting ready for the onslaught of young male hopefuls who would soon flood the gates at the studio. Tables were set up. Screening rooms for the best were brought in and placards with numbers on them now lined the large studio. And, of course, there were the reporters as well or soon would be. Almost everything Jack Slammer and Slammer Films did was worthy of some mention in those dozen or so scandal sheets that screamed for attention by those market cash registers. Most of those scandal sheets were going to be represented. Leaks were made by Jack Slammer's promotional department for this casting call and this call promised them a veritable feast of odd images to feed those who read about such things. Publicity is the name of the game in a business like Jack's, so it was only natural for Jack's marketing department to have those hopefuls come dressed as little girls, babies and sissies. A thousand men dressed as any of those forms, or all of them, was news worthy and he'd get a million dollars in free publicity for his next film. A thousand sissies, adult little girls or guys in diapers and all standing at the gates waiting to get in. It would definitely be front page news. He might even get spots on the major news channels if news was slow on the day of the casting. For sure the locals would carry them. Jack, in his spacious office, rubbed his hands together at the impending chaos and flash bulbs. Even in LA you don't have that many sissies running around looking like sissies! You simply can't buy coverage like that. Jack's marketing manager said to his assistant as they worked through the long day getting ready. The other point to be made in this, was that those in costume, those with guts enough, really would get preferential treatment. Jack wanted it that way. Jack made a point of that. His logic simple: "If a guy has the guts to wear those costumes, outside, in broad daylight, those guys would most likely wear just about anything in my film!" Jack wanted those guys. It's the way Susan Parker put it to Steve's Aunt Pat when she called. Susan also noted that Jack didn't want to waste time with guys that didn't have the courage to wear what they would be wearing if they were picked for that film. And Jack, Susan also noted, after ten very interesting years with Slammer Films, often had guys wearing some pretty gutsy stuff. So, those few hundred men answering Slammer's casting call would get their fifteen minutes of fame - like it or not. Slammer Films, on the other hand, would also get those same fifteen minutes free. Which was why someone inside Slammer Films, often referred to by the press as a "reliable source", leaked the date and time of that casting event. That same "reliable source", happened to be Susan Parker. Susan Parker was the one who leaked that upcoming event to the press and who also called her friend and Steve's aunt Pat. She called to tell Pat about Jack's new film, and the potential of a roll for Pat's nephew if he was still looking. Pat had called Susan a while ago and asked Susan to keep an ear open for something. Susan called saying she had that something. It was a good opportunity, if her nephew was still looking Susan said, to get his foot into a door she noted. Might not be a significant career, but if Jack liked him, there were a half dozen films in the works. Pat thanked Susan gratefully for the heads up, found the trade paper with the ad, and went shopping that same day. Of course her nephew didn't know about any of that part. Yet! The men showing up "dressed" would be the ones interviewed first, Susan emphasized "strongly" in that call that Steve's aunt Pat took. Susan outlined what those "best" looks should be and Steve's aunt Pat understood. Steve's aunt Pat understood what dressed meant, so when she asked for suggestions from Susan she took those down in detail. Every last detail as it happens. Steve's aunt was going to make very sure her nephew not only got that interview but if they were looking for cute, adorable, precious and sweet Steve was going to be it. Susan, on the other hand, couldn't guarantee anything specific, job wise, to her friend. It was iffy at best, because that was up to casting, but Susan did suggest that the "cuter" or most "adorable" would be better. Her suggestions and a few names of stores, where "cute" was for sale and in Steve's sizes, was also noted by Susan. Susan, Pat thought when she pulled into the lot of that first dress shop, wasn't kidding when she said cute and adorable. Shopping for a male, about to become female, or like a girl, can be difficult simply because most males are larger and shaped differently that females. Shopping for Steve wasn't going to be difficult at all, the woman noted, after Steve's aunt walked into that boutique and talked about why she was there. It was Steve's sizes the woman noted. Steve was a natural for little girl sizes. In fact, based on those sizes Steve's aunt gave her, he was a twelve plus or standard fourteen in girl's clothes. What that really meant was a whole lot of things in that woman's shop. The woman noted that happily with a sweep of her arms. It was, after all, a little girl's boutique for little girls that love being girls. A good part of her store, as a side note, was dedicated to those sizes and things girlish girls love. Pat also noted happily that any one of those dresses would easily get Steve that interview. There was a lot of laughter between the two women as they began to hunt for Steve's first little outfit. Pat was also told to have her nephew Steve ask for Susan or Cindy, once inside the studio. Either one would make sure Steve got past the screening tables. Those tables were set up and would be taking names, addresses and a single digital picture before a final decision was made. A kind of filtering system on those that might be picked for a second callback. However, casting assistants would be watching from the windows upstairs as well. There would, in fact, be three lines formed outside once it started: One with guys that clearly looked like sissies, little girls or those sissy babies. Another line and group of tables for guys that could or would work for those "Earth shots" and a third line and table for the absolutely no way. That last table would be for the guys that would get a "thank you for coming in, and perhaps we'll call you!" Of course that last group of guys would never get that call. Susan also noted, with some amount of confidence, that if Steve was as small as Pat had suggested and "looked the part" he was sure to get something. There were, after all, a number of parts to be cast including: speaking parts, large and small, walk-on parts, background parts and, to put it mildly, a whole slew of extras needed. The conversation, at the boutique, went from what Pat now knew to the woman eager to make a sale. Steve's aunt wasn't sure if he really could act or not, but that woman, the one who owned the boutique, assured her he'd most definitely "look the part". When Steve's aunt Pat left there, which was two hours later, she too was positive he'd at least get noticed. All that was left was his diapers, ruffled panties, a doll that the woman in the boutique suggested, and a wig that would make Shirley Temple cry with joy. The health store had the diapers and light pastel yellow baby pants. The ruffled panties she got with the dress would serve as Steve's rhumba panties, and the Little Treasures Toy Store had a lot of great looking little dolls. Steve's Mary Jane shoes and priceless little lace socks came from another boutique and it was done. When Pat pulled away for home she was humming to the radio and laughing in between. It had been a wonderful day so far. However, the day itself wasn't over because Pat was also going to make sure to register Steve with the Acting Guild. Something else Susan had noted promising he could work, for a time, on just his application. It took the better part of that day to shop, and a fair amount of money besides, but Steve would most definitely be ready for his debut. "What are those?" Steve asked in an absolute panic because he already knew. He was looking at the things his aunt had found that he would wear to that casting call. The dress a lemon yellow and white, ruffled from head to toe and clearly not intended for anyone past eight. The skirts, a chiffon or organdy over satin, had slips under them and it was hard to tell where the skirts ended and the slips began. Which made Steve wonder why there was a separate slip as well. While that dress had Steve in a high level of anxiety, it was nothing compared to those ruffled panties because laying with those was that diaper and those soft pastel yellow plastic baby pants. Guys do not... Guys definitely do not wear that stuff. Costume or not... Steve was not going to wear those things - Ever! If his voice was working better he'd of said that better. Actually his voice was working, but his brain hadn't caught up with it yet. It was still swirling around in that panic mode. He did manage a sort of "no" and a "no way", but his aunt was sure he would! So sure that she even answered his first question and yes, those were actual little girl ruffled panties. "Panties? Of course! Those you wear under that dress and slip silly." His aunt said it in a casual sort of voice and then added: "They are very much like a baby girl's rhumba panties but not attached to the baby pants part. Actually, or so the woman promised, and with the exception of sizes, they are very authentic because that's what little girls wear. Anyway, you wear them over your diaper and plastic pants. I did get you a pull- on diaper so I wouldn't have to pin it on you at least." "I can't go out in those things? I can't wear that stuff! Aunt Pat! Please, I can't!" Steve said in a voice that was sounding suddenly very childish and very desperate. "Honey, I know that. Why do you think I promised to drive you!" His aunt said. "NO! That's not what I meant! I mean, I can't go out even in a car looking like... Looking like that.... I'd be laughed at from start to finish. What if someone... Pictures! What if somebody takes a picture? What if your neighbors are outside? The postman? Anyone! No! You can't make me wear that stuff!" Steve said. "OK, you're right! It was silly of me to consider you doing this even for an acting job. Unfortunately, or fortunately it's still only one of two choices? You can wear this stuff and go to that casting call, or you can pack so I can drive you to that bus stop!" Steve's aunt warned. "Fine! Then drive me! Go ahead, because I'm sure as hell not wearing those things and that's that!" Steve said heading for his room just so he could catch his breath. He was hoping his aunt was just trying to get him motivated to look for work. He was almost sure she wasn't serious about that stuff. Almost. I couldn't! I absolutely couldn't! Steve thought leaning against his closed bedroom door trying to catch his breath. I'll go back home first! He noted that last with conviction in that silence. Conviction is a wonderful thing and if you believe in something strong enough hold to it! His mother said that once when he refused to take a bath. He was younger then and a pirate for a time. Boys, he said, don't take baths everyday. Pirates hardly ever! Some Pirates don't even take baths at all. Steve had said all of that in a very that-is-that kind of voice. In fact, he noted, according to history, boys only bathed once a week in the old days. His mother understood, agreed and left it at that. She also left him in the same clothes he'd gotten dirty in on that day. It was almost four days before he faltered. He was willing to take a shower he'd said in a casual sort of matter-of-fact-voice. His mother said she'd think about it. He "would" take a shower, Steve told her that morning of the fifth day. Again she said she'd consider it, but, as she noted, she sort of liked the idea of having just one set of clothes to wash for a week. He walked off. He didn't like the way he smelled, and going another day in those shorts was gross. He asked again about that shower later that day, and she had smiled then. She smiled but she promised to consider it. It was the morning of his sixth day when he pleaded for a bath. She nodded, thought for good long while, and started the water. "Conviction", his mother said, paused, and added: "can also be a bad thing!" It took a few seconds to shake himself back to that choice with his aunt, but then again, there really wasn't much choice. It was that outfit and that casting call or his trip home with the better part of Summer still left. He couldn't! He could not wear those things! Period! End of story! "Steve?" His aunt said from the other side of the door. "What?" Steve asked ready to defend himself against this onslaught to his dignity! He was lining up his arguments. She had to see reason in this, and reason dictated his decision and his decision was no! He was a guy, after all! "I just got off the phone with Greyhound. There is a bus leaving at nine! That will put you at home by eight o'clock in the morning. Go ahead and get your things ready and I'll call your mom!" His aunt said. "What?" He asked. No answer. "Aunt Pat?" He said from the other side of the door. No answer. She wasn't there when he opened it. "You're going to just toss all of that stuff out?" Steve said with a sense of shock and a little disbelief when he found his aunt in the kitchen. Clearly she'd spent a small fortune on that stuff. He didn't know what girl's dresses did cost but that one had to be plenty. Clearly she hadn't spent that kind of money just to toss it. She as up to something.... "Don't be silly, most of it I can return. The stuff I can't return I'll donate. Honestly, I'd hoped you wouldn't refuse so that's my fault. Anyway, it's not all that bad.... I mean I only have to pay a small restocking fee for the dress, slips, panties and shoes. Anyway, go on in and pack. I want to call you mom before she schedules something." His aunt said. "That's it?" Steve asked. "That's what honey?" Aunt Pat asked. "That's the end of this? It's your way or no way? No negotiations, no chance to talk about this?" Steve said still thinking his aunt was kidding. "That's it!" His aunt answered looking curiously at Steve. She shrugged over his silence and began putting things back into the shopping bags. It was that stupid bath thing again! Steve thought. "So what if I just wear the girl stuff and not the baby stuff. Maybe just shorts under that... You know, swimming trunks?" Steve asked hoping for some sort of compromise. "Honey, do yourself and me a favor, and just go in and pack. Let's not drag this out any further than we need to." His aunt said and added: "It really is ok if you don't do this. Besides, you got to see LA and the girls so what's the big deal?" "What's wrong with shorts?" Steve asked trying to find a way around this stand off he was now in with his aunt. "Nothing!" His aunt said. "So I can wear my swim trunks then?" Steve asked. "No! Now look, there is no need for any more discussions. We've been there. Now just go get your things ready, or if you like, don't. I'll pack up what's in there and ship them to you later." His aunt said. Steve stood silent. Anger, frustration and a small touch of humiliation was creeping up on him as he realized what he needed to do. "Well?" His aunt asked and added: "The bus leaves at nine!" "Fine!" Steve said in utter frustration and defeat. "Fine what?" Steve's aunt asked. "I'll do it? OK?" Steve said in anger. "Do what precious?" Steve's aunt asked looking suddenly stupid. "You know what!" Steve said. "All of it?" His aunt asked. "I said fine didn't I?" Steve said. "Yes, you did, so I'm asking you if that means all of it?" His aunt asked. "YES!" OK! ALL OF IT! There, you happy!" Steve said almost ready to cry. He would have if he was alone. "Yes!" Steve's aunt said. "Now what?" Steve asked. He'd lost! He'd given up, given in, and the cost for being a wuss was to dress like one he thought. "I'll help you with the buttons on the dress, and tie the sash after you've changed." His aunt said and added: "Go take a nice hot bath and use my bubble bath. There are some lavender granules on the tubs edge. Use about half a cap full. Put them in when you start the water. There are also new razors in a pink package in the cupboard to the left. Soak for a while then shave. Use upward strokes. Up gently, and do it slowly or you'll nick yourself!" His aunt said and a second later added: "Don't use the powder in that large container. Use the small lavender one. It matches the bubble bath beads." "What? You want me to shave my legs?" Steve asked. She was going too far! "Remember, don't do it fast or you'll nick yourself. And I'll do your nails when we set the wig!" His aunt said turning for the kitchen. She had completely ignored his question. He decided on a different tact. He felt like a condemned man searching for anything to get a stay of execution. "It's tomorrow!" Steve noted and asked a second after that: "Why dress now?" "And if these things don't fit?" His aunt added. "That would be tragic!" Steve said feeling trapped. "I'll be in the kitchen." His aunt said ignoring his comment. He would smell like the bathroom when he was finished, he thought, as the hot water melted the lavender beads he'd poured in. He was soaking up to his chin when his aunt knocked once. "What?" He asked. "I put the diaper and those plastic panties next to the ruffled panties on your bed. The slip is hanging on the back of your door. The little pink bow on the slips bodice or top goes in the front. Put your socks and shoes on first and if they don't fit say so right away. I'll go and get another size up before the store closes." His aunt said and then added: "If you are not shaving yet, start! We don't have that much time before that shoe store closes. Oh, and don't bother closing the buckles... We just need a fit. You can put the dress on after your nails." "FINE!" Steve said far louder than he needed to. "I've put your diaper and baby pants on your bed you little sissy!" Steve said mimicking his aunt's voice in anger but quietly so she couldn't hear him. "What?" Steve's aunt asked on the other side of the door. "Nothing! I said fine!" Steve said fearing she might have heard him. She had. She fought the laughter behind her smile. She had twelve shots left on the roll of twenty four. She'd stop for film on the way to the studio she thought. His mother would want pictures of this. "Do they fit?" Steve's aunt asked about the shoes. "YES!" Steve said looking down at the lace socks and shiny black Mary Jane shoes he now wore. He couldn't help but notice the white nylon ruffles of his rhumba panties because his aunt had laid them with the bottom up, and it didn't matter, because he would feel the damn things when they were on anyway. Steve stepped into the soft thick cotton diaper. It was fashioned like pants but that's where the similarities ended. This was a diaper and every bit as thick and the only thing missing were diaper pins. The plastic panties followed. A soft plastic but still they made noise as he tugged them up and over the diaper. Slightly larger than his diaper he noted as they reflected the light when he moved. The panties, those sissy panties with ruffles and lace came next. Steve tried not thinking about what they felt like in his hands. "Your little pink bow goes in front!" Steve said in another angry mimic of his aunt, but whispering as well as he gathered the slip in his hands. The rustling of the taffeta screamed at him as he found the slips lacy loops for his arms. Sugar and spice and everything nice Steve thought. His slip never stopped rustling after it was on. It got worse when it came over his head, and almost as loud when he tugged at it. A gathering of ruffles at the hem teased at his legs. Fresh shaven and that soak had made his legs sensitive or at least they felt sensitive. The ruffles and bit of lace edging teased both the front and backs. It fit perfectly that slip. He didn't know what a size twelve was from that label but he knew for a fact none of the girls his age wore such a thing. He also knew, again, from his mirror, that it wouldn't hide all of those ruffles across his bottom. That bus, he thought, was leaving at nine. He also thought about what those passengers would think when he boarded it smelling like flowers. "Ready?" His aunt asked from the other side of his door. "NO!" He said but then just as quickly said: "OK, yes, I guess!" The snicker couldn't be helped. There really was only one when she made it, and she masked it with a fake sneeze, but it had been unmistaken. She laughed Steve thought. "Funny isn't it?" Steve said standing there looking like a little boy in his sister's clothes, pouting. He actually did look feminine in that slip and shoes. That was amazing his aunt thought. "Makeup is going to be easy, but your nails first!" His aunt said. "I thought we were just doing this for fit?" Steve said. "We are but I want pictures and I don't want to rush in the morning. Susan at Slammer films says that before and after pictures might help." Aunt Pat said. Susan hadn't really said that but she was sure her sister would want to see this as she added: "Now drop your arms, you look silly standing there like that. Girls don't fold their arms like that!" "Susan? Who's Susan?" Steve asked. "Woman I talked with at Slammer films." Steve's aunt noted. "You talked with someone? You already knew about that film?" Steve asked. "Of course. Why do you think I spent the money on these things?" Steve's aunt noted. "I've been set up!" Steve said. "Nope! You've been given a heads up. The inside track as it were." Steve's aunt said and added: "Now hold your slip out with just your thumb and forefinger. Like this!" "No!" Steve said. "Oh stop pouting! You've already done the hard part!" His aunt said smiling softly at him. Steve looked at his aunt's hands as she showed him again what she wanted, and took the ruffled lace on the first ruffled layer that joined to the second and lifted the slip. The taffeta layer resting against his legs moved across them again. It rusted and the flash went off. Another before she had him turn. He refused to bend over and his aunt gave in on that one. You could see the lace around his legs anyway and she was already pushing him past reasonable limits. He was already too cute for words. The perfect little sissy she mused. Aunt Pat took five shots: Two front, one back, right and left. "OK, makeup then nails? Or nails then makeup?" She said sitting the camera down. "Silk wrap." Aunt Pat said as she drew another thin layer of pure silk over one of Steve's fingers as she added: "This will keep your tips on and add strength to them." Steve didn't talk, just sitting there resigned to his fate and trying not to watch what was happening to his fingers. Each grew another quarter of an inch before his hand transformed into something obviously feminine. They were pretty but he ignored that. Aunt Pat, in one of her past lives had been a beautician. It had gotten her through collage and the art of transformation was truly an art in Steve's case. His fingers glistened a soft white as the last one was painted. Steve was fair skinned like his mother and aunt. There just wasn't enough melanin in his skin cells to give him a true tan. Like most with a European background, he simply turned red in direct sun, his aunt had noted to the woman at the makeup counter. That woman had suggested a very light tan for his foundation with a sun block. Same stuff she used, as a matter of fact, as his aunt sponged it on his face. She used an umber for his blush and only a bit she noticed as his cheeks colored. A natural blush was always best she mused. She had bought the soft yellow eye shadow she was using, and the woman was right about that choice as his eyes became large and doe like. Feminine. It was striking to her as she went though the rest of his makeup. He could easily pass for a young girl, could almost push twelve if someone were to age him as his face took on a girlish look She'd paid a tenth of what a real wig would cost and she was holding it after she'd made him blot his lips with the light tan lipstick after an outline. It was a synthetic, that wig, and if he was only going to wear it a few times more than enough for this one occasion. Large sausage curls and a hair bow to match his dress would be last, but the dress first. He hadn't seen himself yet and didn't want to tolerating the small pencils and brushes for this transformation. He was sure he looked as silly as he felt when she finished. He was still fuming as she undid the buttons of the dress. A lightly shimmering taffeta satin in yellow under a soft organdy skirt gathering over white ruffles to match the puffed sleeves. A large white collar trimmed in lace would circle his neck. Like a Little Southern Bell he mused in frustration. A prissy silly sissy he added to his thoughts as the dress came over his head. The slip compressed against his legs but the volume of the dress doubled. It made the dress itself sit well out and beyond where the slip had been and that was too far out before the dress. He could hold his arms almost straight out, he thought, and still touch the damn skirts. This was so far beyond reason he couldn't stand it, he thought, as the noise of the dress mixed with the noise of the slips. His aunt gasped and caught herself when she finished buttoning the back and tying the large sash. That gasp came when she moved in front for his wig. That gasp was as quick as his final transformation when the wig was set. He could almost get away without it she thought. He wouldn't even need a wig for that matter. Just a cute pixie style hair cut would get him outside without too much notice. With the wig though he was adorable and adorable would get him into that casting call and well beyond it. The bow, when she added it, almost brought another gasp as she stepped back. The bow stuck outside of the edge of his hair on either side giving him a very little girl look. She shot four more pictures and two additional from behind. He sat for another, stood with his arms out in a girlish pose for one more, but refused to curtsey for the last two. There was nothing of her nephew left, and she could take him anywhere without a bit of notice save for his dress. If he only didn't fret like that. "Smile for heavens sake. If you don't get a part I'm going to raise all kinds of hell tomorrow." His aunt said and added: "You really do look very cute!" "Thanks! I needed that!" Steve said, but not as nasty sounding as he'd intended. He was wondering what he did look like. It was that slip mostly that was winning him over. Actually it was the nylon of his rhumba panties between his thighs as well. The diaper, pushing the soft plastic against the silken material against his thighs left him reeling slightly. Steve's brain was fighting itself. Those two parts, that male and a touch of the sissy, in conflict and opposite. One part of his brain wanted him to fib and tell his aunt how much he hated all of this. That other part, that part that knows we didn't mean it was laughing at the other part. Like a little angle and devil on either shoulder. She moved him to the hall mirror and Steve almost did gasp. Steve was looking at a very pretty little girl. Steve was also feeling a tiny bit pretty in those moments. His senses adding to his feelings adding insult to his alleged injuries. Steve was fighting between those two parts when his aunt asked him how he felt. Actually he was looking intently at himself again in the large mirror in her bedroom when she asked it. Although she nodded understandably when he denied he liked it. She also knew he lied. Then again, what else could he say she'd thought. Although the truth was he really didn't have to say anything because she'd seen his face before he'd covered it with another look. He was sorry to see the wig go when it did, and more so when she helped him clean his face "OK, that was a good test run. Now off to bed with you, and make sure you hang your slip and dress on a hanger." His aunt said after undoing the buttons and sash. She almost giving him a pat over that puffy bottom before she caught herself. Steve walked off, the slip teasing his legs with each step. His thighs moving along the satiny nylon of his rhumba panties and that diaper doing an odd sort of soft pat at the back with each step. He grabbed his robe when he woke, quickly, having left it at the foot of his bed so he could do so. He stretched only after he had it on. He'd left the diaper and those plastic panties on last night, nervously laying there till sleep took hold. It was there in his dreams when he slept, and under his hands when he woke. So oddly comfortable given it's mass. There was a second diaper from the 2 for 1 bag he'd taken the first out of. "Sleep ok?" His aunt said. She always said that, but this time it made his face flush. He'd slept in a diaper and baby pants and what's up with that he thought. "Yes!" He said feeling guilty. Which wasn't all that made him feel guilty, because he'd left the slip, shoes and socks on for a time as well. Sort of kicking his feet out to see his shoes and enjoying the slip when he did so. He twisted, turned, circled and rocked back and forth. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. "Yes!" Steve answered again as he poured orange juice into a glass. His aunt looking at him oddly till he realized he'd just answered her question twice. He watched his aunt's face for just a second looking for a clue that she knew. He guessed with some bit of relief that she didn't. She would have said something if she did. Her back was to him as she reached for a plate for his breakfast. She fought again the smile that slipped itself into the set of her face, and she paused a moment till it was gone. It was four when she eased herself into his bedroom last night. She was quiet and careful and had stood there only for a second. Pat had her own opinion on such things and simply confirmed it as she closed the door again. He looked so cute in those ruffled lace panties puffed the way they were over his diaper. He'd always looked so cute as a girl. It wasn't often, because Halloween only came once a year, and that was a lot of years ago but she remembered. She'd gone out and bought that other dress he'd worn then. Not too unlike the dress he was going to wear today. She'd told him, and his mother, she'd borrowed it. "Same routine as before ok?" His aunt said turning with breakfast as she added: "Bubble Bath, powder, shoes and your under things! Then I'll do your makeup." His aunt smiled casually setting the plate down with two eggs, bacon and a portion of potatoes. Steve nodded as he picked up the Salt shaker. His thoughts on that slip under his dress. He hoped it was the same thing as before. At least that it felt the same as before. No protest, no pleading, no objections! This time? Amazing what just a bit of time can do to a person's view on things, his aunt mused, as she sat down with her own breakfast. They had two hours before the gates opened at Slammer Films. "Oh, and as silly as it sounds, you might just as well wear that second diaper. We've got it anyway, and it's going to be a bit fresher than the first." Pat said. Was it casual? Was there hidden meaning there? Steve was sure there wasn't any meaning in it, but it made him cough on his potatoes as he nodded. "Can I ask you something?" Steve asked after working on the question. Just asking such a question introduced some small amount of risk, because it meant he was interested perhaps. "What?" His aunt said giving him his attention. "Why yellow?" Steve asked. He was wondering why she hadn't bought pink. It was a pretty dress but if he was going to be a sissy then why not pink. A silly thing to think about but he was curious. Steve's aunt knew exactly what he was asking and wondered for a second over it. She had almost bought a very pretty little pink dress in that same style but decided against it as she said: "Notice! I got to thinking that everyone there is going to be in some sort of pink or obvious feminine color. Given that, then your dress will stand out like a beacon." "Oh, ok. That makes sense!" Steve said regretting the question and hoping his aunt hadn't noticed the flush he felt on his face. They went through the process again. Same as the night before beginning with his bubble bath. His aunt checking his dress as Steve went into the bathroom. She would touch up the sash with the iron she said. Steve had nodded on his way into the bathroom. There was a difference in those steps each took. Steve not protesting, and his aunt wondering why, but not daring to ask. Steve wondering as well, but not daring to say. So this time there was a small amount of pleasure in slipping down into the warm fragrant water. This time there was also a few minutes more in front of that mirror. He was still in his diaper and those cute ruffled panties he'd worn into breakfast. He shaved his legs once again. They didn't need it, but he enjoyed the act of it. He enjoyed how the slip felt over their smoothness. He shaved his face as well. He didn't need that either. He only shaved once or twice a month. Except in camp last year when he shaved every morning. He hadn't needed to then, but some of the guys did, so he did. He had his mother's genes. Fair skin, blond hair and very light beard growth. A curse for a boy, that was suddenly now a blessing. At least for this particular day, as he ran his hand down the leg he'd just shaved. There was apprehension and some small amount of what-am-I-doing, but after he powdered and stepped into his fresh diaper other emotions took over. Some very wonderful emotions and who would have thought cotton could do that? Steve had found the baby powder in the cupboard last night and used it again heavily in his diaper front to back. The slip followed. His fingers were still as sweet as before and his makeup went on faster after his aunt knew which colors were best. The dress went on and the wig followed and Steve, in spite of his terror, was fighting the thrill of it. They had thirty minutes before the gate opened and some amount of horror lingered when he stepped outside of the house for that first time. Once again he stood amazed over how he looked after his aunt did his face and fussed with his hair. He didn't get the doll till they were almost ready to go, and to his amazement took it without protesting. It amazed his aunt as well. To Steve, it somehow fit, and actually lightened the moment when his aunt had said as much. They looked like mother and daughter getting ready for church or some thing that required you to wear your best. She fused over him like a mother over a little girl as she tied and retied his sash. She twisted a puffed sleeve, fluffed his skirts, picked at an invisible thread, and snapped the rest of the film she had. She said she'd stop for more before the studio. His panic rose over that if that was possible. He didn't have to go in with her she said. That helped. A little. His aunt had taken her own bubble bath and picked a Spring suit with yellow as the dominate color suggesting they'd look less conspicuous if they appeared as that mother and daughter. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the idea of that, but logic suggested it would help that bit of facade and his nerves. His slips again teasing him as was the silken panties lined in plastic that covered his diaper. He fought over his emotions, or at least the ones that were taking great pleasure in this. You don't like this sort of thing he said to himself. You lie he added from somewhere else. "Ready?" His aunt asked picking up her purse and keys. She moved off to the dining table and returned with Steve's purse. A match to his dress color wise and the makeup used for his face filled it. "No!" Steve said taking the little yellow patent leather purse in his free hand with the other holding the doll. He was hoping the world had ended and the streets would be deserted because of it. It hadn't ended and those streets weren't deserted. People were moving about already. Commuters starting out, kids, a UPS guy at the next door. Too many people he thought as his aunt squeezed his hand. His "no" only brought a smile to her face as she pulled the door closed behind them. You don't get use to looks from other people. Steve clearly wasn't. Every light brought a glance and every glance said: "Hey, that's not a little girl, that's a guy!" Or at least Steve thought that. Steve was glad his aunt had made him go potty first. Had he not, he'd need that diaper and they'd only gone four blocks. It was an agonizing slow four blocks. The commute was horrific at this hour. Why did there have to be so many cars and that woman smiling. And that guy after that. Was that a leer on his face? Damn pervert Steve thought. "Just take me a second!" His aunt said parking right in front of the pharmacy. It may have only been a second to her, but a lifetime passed, and more terror as a young man pushed a line of carts past the car. Don't smile back at him Steve thought. "OK, we're off!" His aunt said tossing the small bag between them as she clipped her belt on and shifted into drive. Off our rocker! Steve thought. LA has all of the world's best and worse, and on any given day they share the sidewalks. Steve loved it before this. He didn't at this moment. He wasn't sure what was going to greet him when they got there. He was prepared to see the odd balls, or those he'd seen in front of bars and walking down the streets. Those people on the fringe that dress like this in one way or another, but the scene that appeared suddenly as they came around the block wasn't even close. There were two hundred, perhaps more, of the most incredible beings in the world forming a lose line at the gate and down the sidewalk. A giant of a man, in a pink tutu, that should have gotten one with more skirts, stood a foot above the maid in front of him and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz in back. A group of Dorothy's stood together with a group of babies behind them. If you could imagine such a site it was there, and if you couldn't that too was there. Every one of Disney's girls, those princesses, were represented and a fair amount of guys that left no doubt they were sissies. It was bizarre, and wild, and he caught himself suddenly in those thoughts. He was one of them in that thought that came up next. "Good heavens!" His aunt said as she drove past the line to a parking space. "Amen!" Steve added as his heart raced. Oddly enough only one in ten looked like they could stand in a mall without notice and Steve noticed. Two little girls here, another with a baby carriage, just beyond them, and a baby with a mother that almost looked like a large toddler with his mother.... Or her mother if that was a girl and most likely wasn't. "OK!" Steve's aunt said or asked outside of his thoughts. Steve wasn't sure if it was a statement as she turned the key off or a question. She did add: "Just take my hand and we'll walk to the end of the line. "End of the line!" Steve said and nodding to that play on words. He did take her hand and instantly, as they stepped out, a woman asked: "Honey? Dear, how old are you? Are you a boy or girl?" Steve had no idea who she was, but took a guess, based on the two cameras around her neck, as she kept shooting and asking questions. Steve's aunt squeezed his hand and suddenly asked: "Would you mind taking a picture of us with our camera?" "Of course. You're here for the casting? I suppose you are, so that makes you a boy. I'm guessing, of course, but sweets if you are a boy you've got a role if I was casting it." The woman said taking the camera from Steve's aunt. "You think so?" Steve's aunt asked. "Are you kidding? I thought you were one of those pageant moms trying to get her daughter into another event. It's down the street." The woman said handing the camera back to Steve's aunt and adding: "You are a guy right?" Steve nodded, and the line shifted slightly forward. Meanwhile, inside the studio... "Are you ready for this?" Susan asked of her boss in the large studio office. Jack stood at th