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"And the winner is..." By Kelly Hunter "Ok, from the top... five-six-seven-eight!" The thin black choreographer stood in front of a group of dancers, 17 of them in the shape of a large V; actually 16 and one dreadful lead. "No! No! No!" screamed Brian, clapping his hands and rolling his eyes. "Brandi, you need to turn to the left!" The lithe man mounted his hands on his hips, his dance attire tightly encasing his thin legs. "I did! I did turn to the left!" screamed the young woman who stood at the point. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, allowing her perfect face to be seen, her innocent-looking blue eyes hiding the true bitch inside. The T-shirt she wore hung loosely over her taut body, not flattering her ample bosom, but the hem of the shirt reached only half way down over her backside, her dance tights revealing a delightful teardrop rear. "No Brandi, your other left!" Brian said, a smirk on his face. The real dancers stifled their giggles, not wanting to be thrown off the number by the pretentious star. Brandi Shields was a multi-platinum recording star; her latest single was still affixed to the number one spot now for 14 straight weeks. Though she sang like a songbird, she danced like a camel. Brandi shot an 'if looks could kill' glance at the leotard-wearing group behind her, before cocking her head to one side as she once again made eye contact with her choreographer, who was also her personal assistant. A small group of people stood off to the side of the large stage, in three days the auditorium would be filled with thousands of people, ready to witness the International Music Awards. Brandi Shields was scheduled to present an award, but more importantly, perform a musical number, the highlight of the show. The small group had their doubts about the number's success. "God, she's awful," said a woman with an impressive stature. She turned her head toward the man next to her, looking him level in the eye. The 30-year-old man returned her gaze, a smug look on his face before answering. "Well, Brian will get it sorted out, he always does." Said Christian Bond who had been through this before with his star client. As manager of one of the hottest stars in show business, he felt perfectly deserving of his smug response. The Hugo Boss suit hung from his shoulders impeccably, his expertly styled hair matched his defined goatee, the dark brown revealing a few gray hairs, providing a debonair look, a look that hid his ignorant attitude. Kris Weaver shook her head from side to side, slightly disgusted by Christian's response. Her eyes turned to her friend Brian as he futilely tried to make the dromedary into a graceful swan. Kris was the superstar's personal bodyguard. She was a sight for any onlooker, and a visible deterrent for any over zealous fan. "Hey Christian, have you heard about that Bree-Anne what's her name?" Christian glanced over to the statuesque woman, and then back, never saying a word. The producer of the awards show, Mr. Swanson, came up behind them, peering over their shoulder at the "train wreck" in the middle of the stage. The two employees of Ms. Shields did not notice the dread that crossed his face. He shook his head while covering his eyes as he turned and walked away, convinced that the main event would be a catastrophe. "I have to admit," Christian said aloud, his gaze never leaving the beautiful woman in the center of the stage, as she tripped over her own feet, "I just don't get how she can look so dreadful one night, and absolutely perfect the next." He raised his eyebrows as Brian stopped the rehearsal once more, calling for a break. Kris's stare never wavered either as she watched the gang disperse, Brandi walking directly at them. "Y'know, I have no idea how she does it." Brandi reached them, but never stopped as she stormed between them, only stopping five steps past them. "Christian! What the hell!" She stomped back towards him, her hands rigidly supported on her hips. "This number is too hard! Why the fuck do I have to do this anyway?" She stared up at his smirking face, his reaction only fueling the fires within her. "My dear Brandi, it's exposure," he said calmly, seemingly having gone through this countless times before. "If you want to remain number one, you have to be in the public eye." Brian walked up slowly, a towel loosely draped around his neck. Kris turned and smiled at her longtime friend, slightly shaking her head in sympathy to him. "And you! If you don't stop ridiculing me in front of them," Brandi yelled in Brian's direction, "I swear you will be out of here, regardless of everything you've done!" Brandi stormed off, twirling around, her ponytail swinging to one side and then the other, before resting squarely in her back. Kris took a step to follow, as she was her bodyguard, but Brandi yelled back, as she knew she would be pursued. "Kris, no need to follow me, I'm just getting some 'refreshment.'" They all knew what that meant, and all of them let out a collected sigh, knowing that Brandi's 'refreshment' usually contained a few lines of white powder. Brian stepped up to the others, turning his head to the left and then to the right, looking up at the Brandi's manager and bodyguard. "Give her ten minutes, then go find her Kris," Brian said, Christian nodding in agreement. Christian turned to leave, pulling out his cell phone as it rang, as the other two stepped towards the green room to get some more traditional refreshments. "Say Brian," Christian called out, pulling the phone down from his ear, as he pointed to the dancer, "Um, I want you to change that one step, where the guys are touching each other..." He returned to his call, never expecting a response from him. Brian was fed up with his moves being changed, called back with a slight exasperation in his tone, "Why?" Kris stood behind him, seeing the tension rise in the diminutive shoulders of her friend. Christian hung up his phone, ending the call before stopping and taking a few steps back towards them. "It's too gay. I don't like it." "What?" Brian said, a similar look on Kris's face. "It's gay. I don't want it in there," Christian said matter of factly, not used to his orders being questioned. He could see that his answer wasn't good enough for his smaller co-worker, so he continued. "Look, I don't like homos, ok? It's nothing personal." With that, Christian turned and left, the metal stage door closing slowly behind him. "What an asshole!" Brian said to the door, As Kris placed her hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, let's go," she said comfortingly, softly massaging the strain from his shoulder. "You're right though, he is an asshole." Brandi stormed into her dressing room, slamming the door behind her. She let out her ponytail, running her hands through blond tresses to ensure that they were free. She shook her head, releasing some pent up energy. "Fucking Brian!" she said aloud, unconcerned whether anyone could hear her or not. "He keeps pushing and pushing, I should just fire the little faggot!" She fished through her bag, tossing a few things on the make-up desk, before finding the small compact she felt she desperately needed. She stood up, catching her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the wall; she stopped. She smiled at herself, convinced that she was right and everyone else was wrong. She peeled the over-sized shirt from her body, revealing the bounteous orbs that hid underneath. The sports bra held her tits firm, her youth displayed in their pertness. She turned her back to the mirror as she ran her manicured hands down over her waist and onto her hips. The public was right in their lustful adoration for the pop star. Her figure was perfect, her voice that of an angel. She stood on her toes in her high top Reeboks, spinning around but never losing sight of her reflection. "God, I'm perfect." The public thought she was perfect, the mass media never realizing all her vices and addictions. Christian, Brian, and Kris went to great lengths to hide her indiscretions, knowing that they would ruin her reputation. Brandi left the room, holding her special compact, about to partake in one of those indiscretions. Brian and Kris sat down at one of the few tables in the green room, each grasping a bottle of water. "Man, that Christian is a fuck," Brian said, slumping down in his chair. "It's no wonder he doesn't have any friends." "Yea, well, if you want, I'll go break him in half for ya," Kris joked, but in reality she probably could. She smiled, taking another swig of her water. A soft smile returned to Brian's face, glad to have his friend there to lighten the mood. "I bet you could," he responded, looking at the large arms of his companion. "How big are you now?" he asked, not afraid to inquire. Kris chuckled, flexing her arm in the black designer pantsuit. "Yea, wasn't long ago I was a flat-chested beanpole working as a vet tech." Kris stood about five foot eleven, without shoes. Her shoulders now were as broad as any man, her flat chest replaced with firm pectoral muscles. Three years of eating right, working out 3 hours a day had definitely paid off. She stood up, her muscular frame hidden by the suit. Brian had seen her without much on during their last tour, swimming in a hotel pool. He found her dominant personality very arousing. "Yea," Kris continued, throwing out her empty water bottle, "to answer your question, I'm 205." Brian smiled; he loved her upbeat attitude. "One thing though, I hate how Christian pushes me around like some weak woman. And what he said a few minutes ago, he needs a good shaft up his ass. Maybe that'll change his disposition." Brian chuckled, thinking about how Christian's face would contort with a stiff rod in his ass. Kris continued, as she made her way to the door again, about to go looking for her employer, "I just wish I could be the one who gives it to him." The door closed slowly behind her, the familiar smile that Brian enjoyed, no longer adorning her face as she left. He sat there alone, thinking about what she said. He knew of her choice of lifestyle, and that if Christian had known, would have fired her on the spot. He also knew of her lustful desires for none other than Brandi herself. "Hmm," he thought, "I wonder if she and I can both get what we want." Kris opened the door to Brandi's dressing room, only to find no trace of the pop star. She shook her head, as she knew exactly the next place to look. She continued down the dark hallway, passing a few more doors, but never checking any of them. Finally she reached the end of the corridor, two familiar doors facing each other, each with a stick figure, one wearing a triangle. She tried to open the door. "Brandi," she said loudly, "Open the door." Kris listened carefully as a soft shuffling could be discerned, growing louder as it neared the door. A sudden 'click' went, and then a soft thud. Kris opened the door to find the superstar had fallen flat on her perfect ass, a dusting of white powder still covering the center of her upper lip. "Sweetheart, you definitely need to change your ways..." She stepped over the motionless form that was sitting up, over to the small sink where a particular compact lay open, traces of more cocaine still visible on the miniature mirror. Out of view from the prone star, she closed the powder-filled case, sliding it into her pantsuit pocket. Brandi bobbed her head up, her beautiful blue eyes glazed over, unable to focus on her guardian. Kris looked down on her with a slight disgust and pity, her lips pursed as she shook her head from side to side. "Come on, dear," Kris said, picking up the limp form with graceful ease, "let's get you back to your dressing room." With compact in pocket, Kris hoisted the young girl in her arms, carrying her out of the dank bathroom, and back down the abandoned hallway. The lights were low in the hotel lounge; an old jukebox playing 10 year-old hits pumping a low din into the room. Brandi Shields was nowhere to be seen, having passed out in her hotel bed a few hours earlier. Brandi's entourage stretched out in the chairs near the bar, the table's lone candle reflecting off their tired faces. "Brian, you have to get her straightened out by Monday!" Christian barked, his mood and attitude only amplified by the alcohol. "Or what, Christian?" Kris snapped, playing verbal bodyguard to her friend Brian. "What are you going to do?" Brian just sat there sipping his margarita as the two other table occupants stared each other down. "If she fucks this thing up, her career will be fucked!" Christian said with exasperation, "You've seen the tabloids! They're getting wind about our little moneymaker's dalliances..." "What's the matter Christian, afraid your little cash cow will go away?" Kris didn't wait for an answer from the drunken manager, walking over to the glowing jukebox in the corner. "You'd better go sign that Bree-Anne girl whose name is all over the Internet. You're gonna have to find someone else to steal money from and hide away in that Cayman account of yours." The lonely bartender never raised his head from the newspaper that was spread open on the empty bar. Brian looked up from the salty rim of his glass, watching the temperature rise from the inebriated manager. He noticed Christian as he reached for his wallet, checking its whereabouts before stuffing back into his wrinkled suit jacket. Brian then glanced at the backside of Kris as she leaned against the music maker. He could see the tense muscles hiding under the slim fit slacks. He found himself getting excited. "Look Christian, she is a train wreck, she always has been." "Yea, well, she always seems to make it through, doesn't she?" he retorted, taking another swig from his watered-down bourbon. "She might not remember how she does it, but she always does, and she always has you to thank for it, so I need another miracle from you, got it?!" Now it was Christian's turn not to wait for a response, abruptly pushing his chair back and standing swiftly. Christian emptied the glass down his throat and then placing it on the bar, before storming out of the dark room. The bartender continued to read his paper, undisturbed. Brian let a slight smirk cross his lips as he watched the door close behind the loser who just walked out, his moment of reverie broken by Kris's long strong arm interrupting her line of sight. "What a dick! Anybody could do his job!" she exclaimed, sliding back into her seat. After letting out a deep sigh, taking a gulp from her half finished beer on the table, she looked over at her lone friend in the room, and smiled. Brian loved that smile; genuine and true, shining out her inner radiance and confidence. He just got more excited, his manhood stirring beneath the tabletop. "There is one thing that he said that was true, somehow you always make Brandi look good, you really are a miracle worker." Brian leaned forward, resting his tired head on his supporting hands and elbows. "Yea, well, someday I'm going to run out of that magic." Brian's expression changed again, one of hope and unrequited love. "Say Kris, is there any miracles I can do for you?' The muscular companion let out a chuckle, and then noticed the serious look on the face across the table. Regaining her composure, she replied, "Well, how 'bout teaching our obnoxious friend a lesson or two..." "No, no, for you, not for anybody else." "Well, honestly, I have this thing for Brandi..." Kris diverted her eyes away from his, embarrassed about having such feelings for her employer. "That's understandable, but what is it about her?" Brian inquired. "She's beautiful, talented, maybe not that smart, but, anyway, she doesn't swing that way." Kris slumped back in her chair, resigned to the fact that her lust would go unfulfilled. Brian smiled, unbeknownst to Kris, lifting his drink to his lips, licking the remaining salt from the edge. "But I thought you liked guys too?" he asked, hoping for the perfect response, and glad when he did. "Well, yea, but my physique scares most men away, and though I like the appendage and all, women seem to turn me on more." Thanks to the level of alcohol that was consumed by all, the words seemed to flow effortlessly from Kris's lips, revealing desires that would never have been uttered otherwise. Brian was rock hard. "Kris, what if I could make all your dreams come true, including the other towards Christian, would you be interested?" Brian leaned over, yearning for the right answer and opportunity. Kris lifted her head, and peered over at her friend. She always liked him, but as a man he wasn't what she was looking for. She could recognize the lust in his eyes, but didn't understand how he could make them connected. He lifted her eyebrow inquisitively, interested in his magic. "What did you have in mind?" Brian needed to be sure, "Kris, you do know I love you, don't you?" Normally this would have created a surprised reaction, albeit manufactured, if it were not for the level of alcohol running through her excited bloodstream. She just nodded in response. With this, Brian stood up and walked around the small table, and stood over the still seated Kris. He leaned down, holding her firm chin in his delicate hand, followed by his lips meeting up to her willing lips. He kissed her passionately, his erection raging inside his jeans. "Well, meet me in my room tomorrow afternoon, before the show. I'll make everything come true, for both of us." Christian was lying on his bed, his shirt off but still wearing his jeans. His eyes were closed but the lights were still on, when a soft rapping came from his door. Lifting his dizzy head, he slowly pushed his inebriated form up off the mattress and went to the door. Leaning against the door, he closed one eye and with the other peered through the peephole to see who was there. The distorted form of his client, Brandi Shields, stood there, holding two large shopping bags. A little surprised by the person on the other side of the door, as well as her apparent sobriety, he opened the door. "Christian? What took you so long?" Brandi sidestepped the motionless man, entering his room. She took the sign from the dresser, placing the 'Do Not Disturb' side out on the handle. She then walked into the room, flopping down onto the large wrinkled bed. Christian just stared at the lovely form awaiting him on the bed, blindly closing the door as he made his way to her side. He admired her in a way he never let himself before; one of physical lust, and not one of a meal ticket. His eyes slowly went down and then up, following her form. His eyes stopped momentarily on the knee-high boots that hugged her perfect legs. Her nylon-covered legs shimmered lovingly about the boot tops, and led up her legs to the short leather skirt that barely covered her hips. The sleeveless T-shirt covered up her perfect breasts; he could tell there was no bra to support them, not that her young bust needed it. He adjusted his pants to allow some growth. The young woman pulled out a bottle and a glass from one of the bags. She popped the top of the bottle, pouring her friend a drink, and handing it to him. "Here, down this, and you can have me." With little thought and even less time, Christian wrapped his hand around the glass, emptying the glass in a mere second. Smiling, Brandi poured him another, and nodded that he do it again, he willingly complied. As the glass was in the air upside down on his lips, he felt her hand upon his growing member. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the contact. Christian didn't have a girlfriend, or a family for that matter, so any contact, however inconsequential, was appreciated. This however, was more than he ever experienced before, at least not having to pay for it. He didn't want to ask what had gotten into her, and he would never had believed her if she had told him, so he just laid back and enjoyed his growing arousal. Soon his jeans were unzipped and his engorged cock sprung free, his silk boxers moving easily out of the way. He let out a soft moan as he felt her soft hands traveling up and down his shaft. For a brief moment the cool air touched his cock, only to be warmed by the lips of Brandi Shields. His mind raced as he thought about all the people in this world that have dreamed of this type of moment; a sexual encounter with the world's hottest pop star. He lifted his intoxicated head and watched as golden blond hair bobbed up and down on him, his hand slowly stroking her head. Christian felt as if he was going to explode, his hips beginning to tremble, only to have the sensations suddenly stop. He pushed his exhausted body up, only to see the curvaceous woman stand up and pull her shirt up and off her smooth shoulders, her hair the last thing to free itself from the cloth. He marveled at her perfect breasts, as they stood at attention with no effort, the pert nipples pointing directly at him. Christian grabbed his throbbing cock, holding back his excitement as the nubile woman shed her clothes. He nearly lost control as she peeled off the skirt, revealing a perfect teardrop ass. The shed clothes left Brandi only wearing her boots and some thigh-high nylons, her blond mound exposed. She sauntered back over to her 'captive'. With no hesitation, she straddled the seated man, her breasts pointed right at his salivating lips. Christian felt dizzy with excitement, at least he thought was that, as he wrapped his arms around her back and waist, drawing the young tits to his mouth. Brandi moaned softly, a slight giggle mixed in. As he continued his assault on her flesh with his tongue, she guided his throbbing manhood into herself, causing them both to gasp. Brandi lifted her excited body up and down on his enormous shaft, causing them to each breath heavier and heavier. Christian felt he was about to lose control, when, with sudden grace and agility, Brandi launched herself off him, landing sexually onto her high-heels, her tits bouncing playfully up and down, still glistening with his saliva. Christian sat up once again, out of breath from shock and disappointment. He watched, his chest heaving, as Brandi crossed the room, leaning against the dresser, her perfect ass exposed to her extremely aroused manager. With just a 'come hither' motion of her head, Christian arose, slipping completely out of the rest of his clothes, and strut over to his meal ticket. Smiling, Brandi stuck out her ass just a little, only to have Christian guide his engorged cock between her soft cheeks. He pulled her ass into his body, his hands on her hips. She let out a low-pitched squeal, her hands slipping on the dresser. Christian was pumping with a rhythm Brandi didn't know the man had. His eyes were closed, but not hers. She could see his expression in the mirror as he exploded into her rear, she also noted a wallet on the dresser; she smiled a devious smile. She put her hands out in front of her, opening the secret billfold, unbeknownst to her suitor. "28.5 million, eh?" she said to herself. The plan is in motion. It was early afternoon as Kris stood at the door of her friend, unconvinced that her dreams were going to come true, regardless of Brian's past miracles. She shook her head as she knocked twice. She listened intently as she heard the door lock give way, and the door swing slowly open. "Well Brian, what do you have up your sleeve..." Her jaw remained open as the door went ajar. Standing before her was the beautiful Brandi Shields, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and spiky red high-heels. Her pouty lips were a luscious shade of red, as her tongue gracefully danced over them as she smiled at her bodyguard. "Well Kris, you going to come in? Or are you just going to stand in the hall and gawk?" The muscular woman blinked twice before regaining "consciousness", realizing that she was just standing there like a fool. She breathed deeply, as a weak smile crossed her lips, before heading into the small hotel room. With each step she felt the instantaneous moistness between her thighs. With little warning, as she turned around, and hearing the door close behind her, Kris felt a pair of hands wrap themselves around her neck, pulling her head down. As she lost her balance slightly, the woman of everyone's dreams firmly, but gently, placed her perfect lips upon Kris's. With no resistance at all, Kris reacted to the surprising event, by circling her muscular arms around the lithe woman, pulling the entertainer even closer, returning the wanton lust from her employer. Brandi released her lips from her taller companion, licking her lips as she giggled lightly. She loosened her grip, causing Kris to lower the lighter female to the ground, her chest heaving from excited breathing. "Well, Kris, did you like that?" Brandi stepped by the stunned woman, not looking at her, as Brandi already knew the answer. The question was rhetorical as Kris's actions clearly defined her feelings. Brandi opened the mini-fridge, removing a small bottle of water, taking a sip as she finally turned around to face Kris. Kris hadn't yet moved, her body slightly facing the door, but her head turned all the way to the right, eyes affixed to the perfect, curvaceous body of Brandi Shields. "Um, Brandi, um, that, was, well, um..." It wasn't often Kris was at a loss for words, but this was definitely one of those rare occasions. Brandi chuckled and walked over to the bed, peeling off the robe, letting it drop to her feet as she slinked onto the large bed. Kris had yet to move, her gaze never leaving the graceful form on the bed. The hot red thong barely covered her nether region, though her breasts hung magically free, the pert nipples directed at the intensely aroused bodyguard. Kris finally turned and took a few steps over, the nubile body awaiting her arrival on the luxurious bed, a bed that should have belonged to her friend Brian. Kris was breathing hard as she stared wantonly at her boss, when the rational and logical side of her brain finally awoke from its lustful stupor. "What a minute..." Kris said taking one step back, shocked at her own reaction. "What's the matter Kris?" said the incredibly sexy creature from the bed, her lips twisted in pout disappointment. "Brandi, what are you doing in Brian's room?" she replied, her expression now turning extremely inquisitive, her own loins wondering why she stopped. "Brian? You're looking for Brian?" she said, standing back up. Kris could only stare as the young globes bounced effortlessly as Brandi rose. "So you really came to see Brian?" Kris stood there, unsure of what she wanted. Here stood one of the most sought after women in the world, waiting to be taken by her, willingly, and yet should stood still, almost confused as what she herself was doing. "Well?" stood the young pop star, her delicate hands on her perfect hips. "Um, I, well, Brian said to come by tonight, he said..." she paused, unsure if she should say anymore. "Brian said he had a way for you to get everything you wanted, right?" Brandi pranced over to the dresser, taking yet another sip from her bottled water as Kris stood there, motionless. "Oh, he said he had a way for you to get our obnoxious friend Christian too." Those last words made Kris very curious about what was going on. "What's going on here," she said, looking around side-to-side for anyone or anything else out of the ordinary. "Where's Brian anyway?" Brandi let out a soft giggle and took another sip before putting the plastic bottle back down. She picked up the robe and slid her arms back into the silk sleeves, tying the belt around her waist. Her tiny waist accentuated her flaring hips, her large, firm breasts clearly visible through the silk. "Have a seat, and all will be explained to you." Kris took a seat at the lone table in the room; her eyes perfectly affixed upon the rooms lone other occupant. Her feet were each firmly planted on the ground, ready for anything, or so she thought. Brandi Shields sauntered back over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, crossing her curvaceous legs, allowing her right foot to bob up and down as she straightened out the bottom of her short robe. "You see Kris, you came here looking for an opportunity to make all your dreams come true," she said, leaning back on her hands, pushing out her torso, her breasts challenging the strength of the soft fabric. "Tell me, is that what you really want? Are you willing to go all the way, especially with and for someone who loves you?" Kris sat there puzzled. Her confused thoughts turned to fears of nefarious actions, ones that would require desperate acts, especially to a particular manager. The young woman on the bed easily deciphered Kris's expression, for she had admired that face for many years. "Don't worry Kris, making your dreams come true does not require physical harm, but it does take a commitment." Kris sat there, thinking about the proposition. "Ok, yes, it is what I really want." She said with an ounce of false bravado, confident that whatever may be asked of her, she could always say no. Brandi smiled as she leaned forward, her arms no longer bracing her perfect form. "Well, then, let me reveal to you some things..." Kris watched the young woman lift her arms up, behind her neck, under the long blond hair. She was perplexed at the actions of her employer, and curious as she heard a strange noise like that of plastic wrap tearing apart from itself. She leaned slightly closer as Brandi continued her actions, apparently ignorant of Kris's scrutiny. Kris's eyes went wide in slight horror as she watched Brandi's eyes seemingly roll back in her head, then sink away from her eye sockets. The disfigurement continued as Brandi's perfect lips parted, her white teeth sinking into the dark hole. A slight chuckle erupted from the flaccid head of Brandi Shields, her cheeks now hollow, her eyes and mouth nothing but vacant holes of darkness. Kris's eyes opened even wider as the blond locks fell forward, cascading over the faultless breasts. "What the hell?!" She said, her strong muscles tense, ready to spring from the chair. Suddenly the manicured hands pulled downward, the hair parting in the back as a familiar dark-skinned face arose from the blond tresses. Brian let out a relieved sigh, and smiled, his eyes looking just like Brandi Shields, the electric blue eyes that peered right at the shocked Kris. Kris studied the smiling face of his friend, then peered downward at the perfect Caucasian body, looking like a perfect female, except for the lifelike mask hanging over his chest. She was shocked, over the horror of the previous moment, but now surprised at her sudden arousal. "Brian? You're Brandi Shields?" Kris stuttered, rising from her chair. Brian stood, wrapping the robe around, allowing the mask to be hidden underneath, making her appearance a little less shocking. "Well, sometimes..." "It was you making all those appearances, those videos! No wonder you are able to work magic with Brandi, you re Brandi!" Kris walked over to her friend, excited by the prospect that her close friend was at the heart of her lust. "Yea, well, like I'll have to do tomorrow night, again, if she is to be successful." Brian got up from the bed and traversed the room, pressing play on a CD player as he continued to the bathroom, checking his reflection in the mirror. "So," he said, seeing his friend's reflection in the mirror, "are you ready for some magic?" Kris turned, pondering what Brian had in store for her, as a gentle love song began to serenade her thoughts. She once again thought of the image of Brandi Shields as she at first entered the room, never realizing for a moment that she wasn't who she appeared to be. She then thought about how aroused she was finding out that she was really Brian, the possibilities being endless. "Do you like this song?" Brian asked, not waiting for an answer to his first question. He left his reflection and went to the closet area, pulling out two shopping bags and placing them on the bed. "I got an advanced copy of Bree-Anne Evans' latest single. It hits the streets tomorrow, if all goes according to plan." Kris shook her head, trying to take in all the information flooding her senses, attempting to contain her own physical desires, allowing her rational side to power through. She turned to her friend as he had once again sat on the bed, his lovely white legs crossed, just like a proper woman's should. She saw his comforting smile, and she knew the answer she would give; Brian knew the answer as well, a word never needing to be uttered. "Come here, let me show you some magic..." Christian heard a knock at his hotel door. He didn't remember what happened the previous night, at least not much after Brandi Shields appeared at this door. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, rubbing his cleanly shaven face, his chin clear of his normal facial hair. "Don't know how that happened," he said to his reflection, turning side to side. Another gentle knock came from the hallway, causing him to turn his attention away from himself. "Hold on, hold on..." he answered, pulling up the zipper on his tuxedo pants, pressing his pristine white shirt into the waistband. Without peering out the peephole, he opened the door to reveal an unexpected and yet exquisite surprise. A tall, luscious redhead, with emerald green eyes stood in his doorway, her curves glittering in the full-length white sequined gown. Her broad shoulders, covered by a short green silk bolero jacket did little to cover her bounteous breasts, the white sequins helping to announce their presence. The tight radiant fabric hugged her curves, her tiny waist on top of a deliciously flared hips, the off-set slit in the dress starting high on her thigh revealed a sensual leg covered in sensual silk stockings, down to her high-heeled pumps, matching her tiny jacket. Christian just stood there, a lustful smirk on his face, his eyes glancing downward, and then beck up, examining his guest. Her crimson lips spoke with a delightful, yet almost recognizable lilt. "Christian? I'm Kellie, I was asked by Brandi to escort you to the event this evening." Without any visible invitation, the beautiful woman walked into the room, stepping past the man with the growing erection, watching her hips sway back and forth on the precarious heels. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise," he said, adjusting his pants to allow his personal growth, closing the door. "Um, Kellie, was it? Let me get my coat, and we'll be on our way. I'd offer you a drink, but..." "Oh, that won't be necessary, there's a fully loaded bar in the limousine." She walked up to him, reaching out her right hand, playfully flicking her index finger under his chin. "Get your coat, and escort me, and then we can have a good time..." She smiled wide as she stepped past him once more, stopping to lean on the door she had just entered. She turned in such a way that her small jacket pulled completely open, revealing her sleeveless shoulder slightly, her enormous breasts standing at attention. He regrettably turned to fetch his coat, unable to see the evil smirk forming on the redhead's lips. She adjusted her jacket, covering up her assets, much to the dismay of the aroused man when he once again faced her. She smiled and flicked her head to the left, ushering him out the door. Christian walked up close, realizing his eyes were actually a few inches below her lovely green ones. He grinned lasciviously, thinking about a more intimae encounter later, after the show; little did he know his world was going to change much earlier than that. He motioned her out, allowing his anxious hand pass smoothly over her perfect derriere; his hidden member pressing firmly against his Armani pant. He nearly lost his breath when she blindly reached backward, her long nails tickling his erection through the expensive slacks. "Oh man, what an amazing night this night is going to be!" he said softly to himself, not realizing the woman a mere step in front heard him. She stopped dead in her tracks, spinning on one lovely green heel, kissing him passionately before saying into his surprised eyes, "Oh, you have no idea!" Brandi Shields, the real Brandi Shields, slammed the dressing room door shut, incensed at the rumors spreading through the backstage crowd at the show. She looked at her reflection in the mirror over the make-up desk, watching the anger rise in her eyes, her hair frazzled in disgust. "Who the fuck is this "Bree-Anne" bitch!" she screamed, throwing a bottle across the room. Her anger froze as she heard the door to her room open slowly, her choreographer stepping in. "You! Where the hell have you been?!" Brian looked over at her, nonplussed, knowing exactly that tone. The same tone she always has before a big performance that deep down she knows she's not ready for. "Here, I brought you something." Brandi's eyes released some of their fire when she saw the small bag of white powder in her outstretched hand. "Fuck yea!" she said anxiously, swiping the bag from his fingertips, not even saying 'thank you', then again, she never did. A few minutes later, Brandi was oblivious to whatever was being said about her, let alone to her; Brian just smiled. The lights dimmed as the live show paused for a commercial, the applause for the last winner continuing into the break. The International Music Awards was in full swing, halfway through the massive production. Sitting amongst the huge crowd, Christian, and his surprise date, spoke softly as the applause died off. "Oh, damn, I don't feel so good..." Christian said, not really talking to anyone in particular. Kellie leaned over, concerned for her companion. "Did you eat something that doesn't agree with you?" she said, placing her long nails on his hand. The well-dressed man put his arm around his stomach, his other hand holding up his very heavy head. "I didn't eat anything out of the ordinary..." "Something you drank then?" "Only stuff I drank was the stuff we had in the limo..." Christian's eyes appeared glassy as his vision began to blur. "Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick..." "Oh, that's not good," Kellie replied, standing up and pulling the nauseous man up from his seat. "It wouldn't be good press for Brandi Shields' manager to hurl in the middle of an awards show, c'mon, let's go!" The lovely woman guided the manager up the aisle, and out of the auditorium. "I know a secluded bathroom in the basement where no one ever hear you, well, get sick, ok?" The dizzy man nodded the best he could, tripping down the steps, holding onto his escort with one hand, the other grasping futilely to the arm rail. They proceeded down two flights of stairs and down a dimly lit hallway where no one was seen. They could barely hear the audience applause upstairs as the show had apparently returned from its break. "Here we go, right in here." She guided him into the last stall, as he fell to his knees, praying at the porcelain god. Kellie went back and locked the door as she heard him fill the bowl with oral excrement; she just smiled. Though the nausea subsided, his head began to swim. He put the lid down and slumped on the seat as Kellie came over, lifting her high-heeled pump onto the handle, flushing the toilet beneath him. Seeing that much nylon-encased thigh would normally gotten Christian thoroughly aroused, but right now, he had a hard time focusing on anything. Kellie's smile never diminished as the head of the obnoxious man seated before her drifted side to side, in a daze. She took a moment to relish the sight, before getting to work. "Ms Shields! Ms Shields!" cried the reporters over each other as the pop superstar stood in front of the backstage podium, preparing to speak to the press gathered there. The small group represented all the major facets of news, all there to interview the winners of the awards program happening out front; fortunately for them, they were going to privy to a breaking entertainment story. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press," said the flaxen-haired beauty, her pert outstanding breasts pressing against the powder blue sequined gown she had worn to the show. Her perfectly colored lips had the entire group in their control. "I would like to take this opportunity to announce that I am currently parting ways with my current manager, Christian Bond, as it has been brought to my attention that he has been stealing profits from me and family since he started with me. The amount determined is 22.5 million dollars over the last 4 years." The crowd of reporters busily scribbled on their pads, their microphones and pocket recorders stretched out as far as they could reach, not wanting to miss a second of accusation. "This is huge!" whispered one in the crowd. "I have contacted the authorities, and legal council, to prosecute to the fullest extent of the law. I am sorry for the inopportune time for such an announcement, but I feel that such betrayal must be dealt with immediately. Thank you." "Ms Shields! Ms Shields!" the screaming continued as the lovely young woman glided down the steps and back towards the dressing rooms. No one noticed that her familiar bodyguard and personal trainer were not at her side; the fantastic story was all they saw. What they had not been able to witness is a story that is much more amazing than an embezzling manager, especially if they could see that conniving manager right now. Christian Bond never heard the rush of reporters as they dialed their phones and wrote feverishly on their laptops, in fact he didn't hear much of anything in the lonely bathroom in the bowels of the great auditorium; all he heard was the beating of his own heart as his eyes could barely focus on the beautiful woman before him. The lovely redhead flicked her long tresses to the side, making conversation as her long nails lightly dug around her delicate neck. "It's amazing how my old vet training came in helpful," she spoke, as her nail finally succeeded in finding what it was looking for. Christian's hearing seemed muffled, able to hear what was being said, but unable to respond or react to it, "I know you're wondering what made you feel the way you do?" His glassy eyes could barely focus on her neck, as all ten fingers appeared to dig into her skin, peeling away a soft delicate layer. The slightest of raise of his eyebrows was all he could muster in surprise as the statuesque woman seemingly peeled away her face. A bald-headed Kris smiled as she looked down at her prey, holding the delicate mask in one hand, the other balled up on her hip. "You have no idea how hard it is to breath with this fucking corset on, but you will..." She gently tossed the flaccid mask onto the counter and stepped into the second stall. She returned carrying a small duffel bag, placing it next to the empty visage of Kellie. "By the way, the chemical coursing through your system, it's called ketamine hydrochloride. It should keep you aware but, well, subdued, to say the least." Christian lifted his head slowly, his mind swimming in numbness, straining to keep his eyes focused on the fellow employ of Brandi Shields. "Ung..." was all he could get out of his non-responsive body. "Oh dear," Kris said, pulling at some toilet paper and wiping the drool off his lower lip, "you'll gain better control soon, it will slowly wear off, but not until you gain, shall we say, a better perspective on things." Kris deftly removed the bolero jacket, hanging it on the hook on the back of the stall door. She then reached backward, unzipping the white sequined gown, her unusually large breasts unresponsive to the cool bathroom air. She never hesitated as she stepped of her precipitous heels, and out of the luxurious gown, keeping it from touching the ground, not wanting it to get dirty on the bathroom floor. Carefully she rolled down the silk stockings, the banded tops having kept them from sliding down. Soon her naked form stood in the stall doorway, or what appeared to be naked. A huge grin crossed her now natural lips, but the same teeth shone brightly. "Now, let's get you started." Brandi closed the dressing room door behind her, placing her back against it as she smiled too. The echoes from the reporters could barely be heard over the cheering crowd for the latest award winner. The noise still wasn't enough to drown out a slurred groan coming from behind the dressing room screen. The pop star stepped toward the screen, pulling it aside to reveal a very familiar person, lying on the couch. A knock at the door broke the silence, as a false Brandi stared lovingly at the real, semi-conscious star. "Five minutes Ms Shields!" yelled the stage director's assistant, unaware of the "twins" on the other side of the door. "Okay, thanks," chimed the young imposter back, listening, as the footsteps outside grew softer. She once again turned her attention to the prone figure on the lounge, saying, "Well, it's time for Brandi to take the stage!" She quickly stepped out of the long soft blue gown, leaving it in a pile on the dressing room floor as she grabbed the mini dress from the closet, the one for her performance on stage, the dance number that no one expects. Tonight, the grin would never leave her, or rather, Brian's face. Carefully Kris had removed all of Christian's clothes, careful not to wrinkle the tailored tuxedo, hanging it on a hanger she pulled from black bag. She then brought the bag closer; his naked form still awkwardly sprawled out on the toilet seat. She then stopped up one of the sinks and filled it with warm water. "Well, let the transformation begin." Kris then reached down and grabbed Christian's unresponsive penis. "We need to wrap this up, we don't want to see any foreign bulges on an award show escort." She slowly stroked the member until it began to grow, not surprised at the response even from the owner who could barely see straight. She continued to stroke the man until she could feel it about to burst, when she suddenly slipped a small pouch over it, catching his excitement as it convulsed out, filling the small bag. "Impressive," is all she said, sealing up the pouch and placing it in the bowl of warm water. "That'll keep for a little bit later." As Christian breathed heavily, Kris began her final departure from the lovely escort that had entered the dingy bathroom. Carefully she contorted her body, slipping a flesh colored band off her shoulder, then another off the other shoulder. If Christian was fully conscious, he would have been shocked to see the enormous globes from Kris's chest slowly descend as she pushed an amazing latex suit down off her muscular body. Gently she tugged it past her flared hips, her dark mound becoming visible as the false red one passed her knees. Soon she was completely, and naturally naked, holding a rubber torso with a false vagina and artificial breasts. The quality was amazingly life-like, each pore and hair carefully created. Kris's flat but muscular chest showed it's own arousal, her nipples protruding outward anticipating the upcoming excitement. Finding another hidden seam, she peeled apart a line down her stomach, revealing a strong yet nearly invisible corset that restricted her movement and her breathing. Finding the knot, she released her stomach muscles, the corset popping off like a rubber band. "Ah, that's better, I can breathe again," she said triumphantly. Her strong naked form stood in the doorway of the stall, looking down at her naked counterpart. "Have you gone soft yet?" she said as she looked down between his legs. Seeing that his manhood had shrunk back to normal, she stated, "Time to get you dressed, my dear." She first looked him in the eye, making sure he could see and focus on her. "Hmm, you don't look good, let's fix that." Kris reached into the bag and pulled out a rubber tube with some straps attached to it. Deftly she shoved the tube into the man's mouth, the end sticking out appearing as a pair of lips. The tube had wires running through it, keeping it stiff, yet the end was soft and pliable. The straps encircled the back of his head, while another set circled under his chin, and then over the top of his head, securing the device into his locked jaws. When she was convinced the apparatus was secure, she reached for the flaccid mask she had taken off earlier. "Now, let's get you pretty." Carefully she pulled the redheaded mask over the manly features of Christian Bond, hiding his cleanly shaven face and head. Cautiously she lined up the luscious red lips of the mask over the pliable ones of the oral device, pressing firmly to affix the visage to his. Gently she lined up the eye sockets to his, once again pressing the latex against the skin. She tossed the red hair side to side, giving a natural, vivacious flow. Her nipples grew hard again as the face that she saw in the mirror a few minutes ago now stared back at her with lucent eyes. Satisfied with the results, she then reached for something else from the black bag. Christian's dull eyes grew a little wider as another tube with straps came from the bag. She placed it on the counter and, with her strong arms, she lifted the lifeless body, sitting him down on the counter, his feet dangling practically lifeless off the floor. She smiled as she heard muffled applause, knowing they must be getting close to Brandi's "miraculous" stage number. Next Kris grabbed the corset from the floor, having launched itself off her body a few moments ago. Her muscles flexed greatly, showing off her definition, her body tightly toned. She tugged sharply, causing the male form to change, his waist getting smaller and smaller with each grunt he exhaled. Christian exhaled uncontrollably as each inch was squeezed off his waist. Soon his silhouette was quite waspish, his hips much wider than his constricted waist. With each squeeze his manhood thickened, apparently excited by the bondage his body was experiencing. Kris reacted with quiet and expected motions. Once again she pulled a small pouch from the bag, and some KY. Squeezing a little out, she ran it up his shaft, each stroke once again causing his erection to grow. Feeling his short breaths, beyond that of the corset, she placed the small pouch over it, all the while stimulating him. His body quivered as once again his penis "exhaled" its breath, filling the second bag completely. "Very impressive," Kris said as she nodded her head in approval. "We'll put that to good use in just a moment." Gently she sealed the bag and placed it also in the warm water. She wiped off the still hard manhood, drying it completely from all bodily fluids. She then grabbed the tube she had placed earlier on the counter, spitting into one of the straps that held a small rubber tube. Before his erection completely dispensed, she struggle mightily as she forcibly slipped the tube onto him. The little saliva helped, finally causing the head to reappear on the other end, such as a head pressing through a turtleneck sweater. She then slipped into it a small catheter, the end just hanging loose. She stepped back and admired her handiwork, the beautiful face and narrow waist; knowing that she was only half done, she continued her tasks. She watched as his excitement dissipated that the little "turtleneck" constricted around the now flaccid appendage. The head turned slightly purple as the tube tightened to the size of a child's finger. Carefully she fingered his balls, pushing under and into the cavity between his legs. Then with a sudden jerk she tugged the strap underneath, pulling his penis under his pelvis; a tear ran down one cheek. The saliva had dried, so the penis stayed tightly wrapped, with no chance of escape. "Aw, too rough? You haven't felt anything yet." "It's time!" The man connected to the voice didn't move away from the dressing room door, but continued his incessant knocking. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," a familiar tone came back, a voice that half the world adored. A moment later the door swung open, revealing the hottest star at this awards show. The red-hot mini dress barely covered her physical assets, the tops of her thighs becoming more visible with each high-heels step. Brandi's blond hair looked a bit tussled, but just added to her animal magnetism, her crimson lips oozing sex appeal. "This way, Ms Shields," said the young man with the headset hanging from his ear. "Yea, yea, I've got her, we'll be right there..." Kris twisted his body over, one hand still tugging on the strap, laying the man's chest on the counter, his bare ass pointed out. Christian couldn't see what was happening as his face was down on the counter, but Kris knew exactly what she was doing. She then pulled out what appeared to be a large, two headed dildo; but it was much more than that. One end appeared to be a lifelike penis, with veins visible and everything, extended to both a hair-covered sack of seemingly skin. The other end was non-descript, just a shaft of plain rubber, with the tip being a slightly larger knob. A small tube extended from the top, opposite the small bag underneath. Carefully she peeled away the back of the sack, pulling out two rubber eggs, each with two tubes going to them; carefully she detached the tubes and laid them on the counter. Grabbing the two bags from the warm water, she squeezed their contents each into two eggs. Deftly she reattached the eggs within the sack, sure not to spill any of Christian's warm seed. Using a little jelly, she slowly inserted the plain end into herself, letting out a small moan in return. Christian could hear her, unsure what was happening, as he learned to breath shallowly with his nose, as it was nearly impossible to do with his mouth. Carefully she slid the small catheter into her urethra as she pushed it farther in, the firm rubber unable to push itself out. "Ooh, I can't wait to just stand and pee, instead of sitting down!" She continued to push it in, the catheter continuing in, until the bag reached her pelvis, the lifelike penis extending out from her muscular hips. She lifted up her pubic hair, hiding the entrance to the appendage, mixing with the attached hair, making the latex appear to part of her. "It's a good thing all my working out has made my period stop, that five percent body fat really helps!" She stepped back from the counter and struck a pose, pumping her biceps, her breasts nearly invisible as they laid over a set of incredible pectoral muscles. To anyone who would have seen her at this moment would just see a naked bald man flexing in front of a mirror; and that was exactly the image she wanted. She let out a small giggle, and then changed it to a more masculine chuckle as she flicked the new appendage. Quietly, but firmly she tugged on the semi-hard penis, her interior muscles encircling the hidden knob inside, not allowing any separation from her body. She tugged harder and squeezed inside even tighter, and still no movement; she was satisfied. Then came the next test. Squeezing the tip once, top to bottom, she began pumping the knob inside her. With each pump the artificial penis grew, standing up, growing thicker, growing harder. Confidently she wrapped her fingers around her erection, giving a good squeeze. The erection stood firm, yet she could feel the pressure squeezed back into herself, causing her to let out an 'ooh' of delight. She once again turned her attention to the man sprawled out on the counter before her. She showed a lewd smile as she once again grabbed the tube of KY. Placing a dab along her new shaft, she positioned herself right behind his virgin ass. With unfeminine strength she pulled his ass toward her, sliding her erection between his cheeks. "Well, how does this feel?" she said, as she slowly but without hesitation plunged the penis into his derriere. His eyes went wide, visible to Kris in the mirror. She pressed hard, pushing the entire length in; he could feel the pressure against his prostate. She began to uncontrollably pump in and out, the pressure of his sphincter around her manhood cold be felt on the walls inside her, making the motion very appealing to her. Christian's bound penis tried vainly to expand, the pressure on his prostate causing him to want to get an erection himself, but the sleeve around his held firm, not allowing blood to rush in, keeping it from expanding. The pain was intense, as was the pummeling his ass was sustaining. More tears ran from his glassy eyes. Kris continued her onslaught, ready to explode inside herself, she reach down and gently squeezed the right side egg inside her scrotum. Then, with increased vigor, she pumped her hips mercilessly into him, feeling the reverberations inside her; she lost it. She squeezed her muscles as she came, causing the warm contents of the egg to pump out, ejaculating Christian's own seed into his own ass. The entire scene was incredibly empowering to the former female, now understanding the dominance men feel over weak women. She lifted his hips onto her, pumping his body against her. She came once again, but this time no more semen existed, just the feeling inside herself, yet the constant attack on his anal cavity made Christian cum once more, the tip of his constricted penis bright purple, his juices flowing from the short catheter onto the cold floor. Kris pushed the former manager onto the counter again, allowing him to weakly stand, his cum dripping down his leg. Kris regained her composure; ecstatic with the results she and Brian hoped for. She then squeezed the sides of the tip, releasing the valve, the pressure within the false penis dissipating, once again reclaiming its beginning semi- hard state. She smiled triumphantly as she cleaned the tip with some tissue, tossing it into the nearby toilet. Christian stood wobbly, his face up against the glass of the mirror. Kris wasted no time, pulling the strap connected to his restricted penis back in his ass cheeks, his own seed sliding out from within. Once again Kris began to pump her penis into attention, this time sliding it into the large sleeve attached to the straps. The action gave her new manhood twice its original girth, causing the former woman to smile. Without hesitation she plunged the expanded penis into his ass again, the man letting out a small moan of his own. This time Kris didn't bang in and out, but just held it in, pulling the straps up between his cheeks and wrapping them over her hips, snapping the end together just below his bellybutton. Carefully she removed her erection, leaving the sleeve inside, strapped securely to his hips. She glanced over at his watch as it lay on the counter, saying, "Oh shit, I better get going, but I have to say, that was amazing!" She let the man lean against the counter, as she addressed his and now her clothes. She delightedly pulled on his boxers, taking a moment to pull out her penis through the flap. She comfortably placed it back inside, allowing it to hang to the left, just as Brian had told her it does. She continued by pulling on the tuxedo pants, confident that they would fit her manly waist. She buttoned them up and she was right, perfect. She let out a now familiar masculine chuckle as she arranged her hidden member through the silk slacks. She then pulled on the plain T-shirt, her muscles stretching the fabric nicely. Quickly she slipped on the black socks and stepped into the shoes, just like Christian Bond had done earlier. The tuxedo shirt and jacket would have to wait as more had to be done for her escort to be ready for the awards show. Swiftly she grabbed the lifeless torso that she had arrived in, lifting each of his legs into the tight neck hole and down through the bottom. With great difficulty she slide the body suit up his sweaty body, stopping only when she had reached his waist. She then took the catheter that hung from his now miniscule penis, attaching it to a tube inside, a tube that led to his false vagina. "Now when you cum, you'll cum like a woman," she said proudly, lowering her voice a bit to be manlier. Also, unseen by Christian, the torso had a small rubber sleeve extending outward from the anus. The sleeve was soft rubber with a ring embedded inside the opening, slightly larger, giving it a trumpet-like shape. Pushing it inward, into his violated ass, the ring passed his sphincter, into the rubber sleeve and beyond, holding itself inside as the ring finally expanded inside. The torso's lower half was now secure. She continued upward, sliding his hairless arms into place, pulling the false yet enormous breasts into place. She then flipped him, no, her over, positioning the breasts over his smallish chest, the latex hiding the corset magically. Christian spread his limbs over the counter, holding himself up as he leaned back. Kris stepped back and couldn't help but get excited, the bulge in her pants clearly visible. Unfortunately there was no time for another go around. Carefully he lifted the weak man, or more correctly, woman, onto the counter. Kris then slid the thong she had worn up his smooth legs. Christian's mind raced at how Brandi had conceived at such a plan, as she must have been the one who had removed all of his hair the night before. She then carefully slid each leg into the silk stockings. "You actually have really sexy legs, Christian, or should I say, Chrissy." Deftly she super-glued fake nails onto his fingertips, the French manicure helping to hide his slightly gruff hands. She smiled at her handiwork. She then took the shimmery gown, once again lifting each leg up and into the opening. With Chrissy's body tightly wrapped in the corset and soft latex, and in addition to the silk encasing his legs, the dress slid up easily. Spinning the dazed man around, Kris zipped up the gown, the artificial orbs lifted into glorious view in the plunging neckline. She slid onto his wrists the bangles she had worn, and then wrapped his shoulders into the green bolero jacket that completed the ensemble. Kris then forced Chrissy's feet into the matching green pumps, tightening the straps around "her" ankles, securing them to "her" feet. Kris stepped back as she watched the lovely escort, who she had looked exactly like twenty-five minutes ago, wobble precariously on the four- inch heels. She smiled a wide grin as she carefully applied a fake mustache and goatee to her chin and upper lip. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was convinced her baldhead with the beard, let alone her muscular physique, she would easily pass for a man. She smiled as she turned side to side, momentarily stopping to flex a muscle. "Now, it's time to finish this." Brandi Shields strode out into the middle of the stage, behind a giant cardboard cutout of a fox that will be lifted out of the way. The ring of dancers in their white outfits, not as sexy looking as the star, all had looks of doubt about her ability to pull this off. They had heard the history of the pop star and her string of miraculous performances over the past few years, hoping this would be another. The young woman took her place, peering over to the side of the backstage, her beautiful eyes scanning. "Hmm, I thought for sure Kris would be here, I wonder where she is?" Kris confidently donned his shirt, the buttons on the opposite side to which she was accustomed, "Hmm, I'll have to get used to that," she said to herself. Leaving the top button undone, she opened the pants and tucked the shirt in. Satisfied, she donned the jacket, straightening it out over her shoulders. Her six-foot frame was manlier than the man who had entered this same room a mere 30 minutes ago. She hung the bow tie around her neck, not quite ready to tie it, preferring to leave it loose. She, now definitely a he, turned and looked at "his" escort, the beautiful and st