Marilyn Goes to Hollywood
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On August the 12th, 1955 David Belvoe, 24, by title a vice president in
the McNamara Talent Agency, really little more than a gofer due to their
policy of calling everyone but janitors, secretaries and people with
real power, whom they called executive partners, VP's was given a
promotion. Instead of spending his day worrying about whether his
imminent supervisor, Henry Nance, 3rd V.P. of Media Relations, i.e. one
of six guys who collected newspaper clippings about their clients, had
enough rubber bands and a hot cup of coffee in the morning.
Now he would be personally taking care of the needs one of their newest
clients. A man from somewhere in South America called Mr. Petro who was
suppose to be some sort of miracle worker with makeup, and was sought by
all the studios in town.
On meeting Mr. Petro, David's first impression was that whatever the
strange little man might be, the average Hollywood type he was not.
Thinking he was now going to be spending his days doing much the same
thing as he had done for Nance, only adding to it finding things to
keeping the client amused and untroubled by the consequences of whatever
that amusement might be.
David was surprised when the odd little man mostly asked him questions
about himself and what his "peoples" were like.
It wasn't long before the visitor with the unrecognizable accent knew
David's whole life story, including his hopes for and fears about the
future, and his growing weary feelings about "show biz" in general.
While this information was being extracted from David Mr. Petro had him
take him to places he would never have expected, ignoring famous
eateries, clubs & other hangouts for those famous for being well known,
the man from South America seemed to want to do things like just stand
around in grocery stores or on street corners saying "whythadothat for?"
which David soon found meant "why they do that for?" Mr. Petro it seemed
knew little about modern life but had an unquenchable thirst to learn
about it.
This went on for more than a month, which was a strange way to earn a
living thought David, but beat filling up staplers.
When David wasn't taxiing Mr. Petro around town so he could watch bums,
shoppers, or traffic cops for hours on end while asking endless
questions, he was taking him to one big studio after another where the
results of his work quickly became legendary.
Word on the grapevine spread that one actress for Paramount, known in
the business for her bad complexion and being flat as a board, swore
that after having Mr. Petro do her makeup not only had her peaches &
cream complexion stayed after washing off his makeup, her famous breasts
were for real now, and still growing!
Across town at Universal, word spread how that studios' latest blond
leading man, whom everyone was sure was going to be the next big thing,
had had his contract torn up when it was found his golden mane was not
only fake, he was not even white. That the fellow, who was carried off
the lot screaming that he had not been an Apache until Mr. Petro got him
ready to play the part of one was roundly dismissed.
"What's the real story?" David asked Mr. Petro one day. "I show," was
all he said after telling David to take him to the apartments the agency
had for him. There in a room filled with shelves stacked with bizarre
smelling mixtures in clay pots, and one lone barber like chair, the man
from the Braziill just pointed at the chair and said, "take off jacket,
take off shirt, set down, I show."
Knowing that his job depended on doing anything and everything the
client wanted David shrugged did as he was told and set down and sat
down.
In quick order Mr. Petro had David's face smeared with one of his secret
compounds, what happened next would remain a mystery to David, before he
could say, "this stuff really tingles," he was unconscious.
David awoke to find himself in Mr. Petro's bedroom on a bed that,
unknown to David, had yet to be slept in owning to the visitor from the
South not being able to deal with the Northern idea of what comfortable
sleeping arrangements were, and so opting to rap himself in his native
woven blankets on the floor. All David knew was that he had just come to
in a place he didn't recognize, and that he was wearing women's
clothing.
"Oh crap," thought David "this guys more Hollywood than I thought after
all!" Hoisting himself off the bed he got the strangest feeling as
gravity settled the cloths he was wearing onto his body, the feeling he
got was that the unfamiliar garments hugging his body were drawing
sensations out of his body that he ought not be feeling.
"You see how it works now American friend?" said Mr. Petro bursting
though the door of the bedroom and pulling a yelp out of David. "Not
wanting to upset either an important client or a invoke crazy man to
worse craziness David grabbed his composure with both mental hands and
calmly replied.
"Ho, ho Mister Petro, this is quite a joke you've pulled on me, guess I
should have known better to ask about something that has to be your
trade secret, he he, I won't forget this gag anytime soon... Yes indeed,
you got me! Ahhh... so can I have my clothes back now?"
"What you mean? Mr. Petro promise to show you, Mr. Petro show you,
American boy now American girl. Learn something new now huh?"
David's reply was just an open-mouthed wide eyed expression that was a
close to "huh?" as he could get.
"Ohhhhh sure!" said Mr. Petro, "give your bumpies a good squeeze they
for sure the real thing, same with the whole thing, I don't skimp!
You think you sounding like David the American friend who drives? You
think you sounding like David the American story teller friend?"
Stepping aside Mr. Petro opened the door to the bedroom and pointed out
into the hall.
"Go into your American, make the water rooms, is right out there, go and
make some water and take a look see, you'll know Mr. Petro don't lie to
nobody for sure then." David got up and did just that.
To cut the details of an investigative that took somewhere between a
little over a half hour, and the better part of a week, depending on
whether you went by how long it took, or how long it felt from David's
perspective, the evidence revealed from under the dress and blouse, the
bra, panties and stockings, was that David Edison Belvoe, formerly of
Boston, Massachusetts and presently of Hollywood, California was now a
rather attractive woman.
"This is for real? I'm a woman?" David asked on finding Mr. Petro in his
living rooming playing a musical instrument he had brought with him from
his forest home so he would not get too lonely while gathering his
information on The Strangers.
"How much more you need to prove it friend of mine? You didn't poke all
the places you got? You need Mr. Petro to poke them for you?"
Blanching David stepped back,. "No, no, that's fine," she said raising
her slim hands, still not use to the sound of her voice in her ears. "I
wont ask how you did this, I probably wouldn't believe it anyway, but
why did you do it?"
"You forgetful American buddy?" said Mr. Petro putting down his musical
instrument and getting up from the floor, the exaggerated accent he used
around most people dropping from him.
"You asked what the real story was with all that stuff you heard about
that actress, and the actor, I'm hearing all the time you Americans got
to be seeing, not get tolding, so I show you how it worked with the
little play acting lady, all that stuff under her clothes! All that
paint to make her look all rosy, I just make it true."
"I make it all true for you because you're my friend and you asked, it
just take more work to do it for you, now you know."
"Ready for me to do other change like I do for the man actor?" asked Mr.
Petro walking up to David and poking her just above her new alien
cleavage.
"Sure, sure, being like that actor would be great," said David disturbed
at the sensation of her new feature being prodded
Soon they were both back in Petro's "makeup" room with David setting
down in the central chair. Bring her hands up to her her blouse she
found she could not quite bring herself to undo the top button so they
just hovered there.
"Ho! You American's are something else, afraid Mr. Petro gonna' see what
he already was seeing when he molded it? or afraid you gonna' see it
again? Here!" he said holding out one of his pots, "take a deep breath
of sleeping paste, I take care of rest, then Mr. Petro do it like for
the man actor."
David drew in the fumes and blacked out again.
David awoke on the same bed as before, this time staring at the ceiling,
the room now awash with daylight "how long has all this taken?" wondered
David.
Not wanting to wait any longer David springs up into a setting position,
instantly she knows nothing has changed due to feel of female breast
fighting to bounce in their restraining bra.
"I'm still a woman!" says David out loud, again looking at a pair of
shapely legs in nylon hose, the black pumps that he kicked off during
the earlier examination back on again.
Something was different however, where before those legs had been the
same pale shade as his male office dwelling self, and during the
examination David had looked at this closely enough and long enough to
know what hue they were, the one's she now saw were tanned a red bronze
deeper than any he, when he had been a he in the first 24 years of his
life, had ever been able to obtain on the beach.
"Awake again? About time!" said Mr. Petro bursting though the door just
as before, David again yelping.
"Now you a believer? I'm making American boy becomes American girl! Now
Mr. Petro proves he's one big truth telling fellow, American girl
becomes Apache girl!"
"You didn't turn me back into a man?" asks David. "You turned me into an
Indian woman? What did I ever do to you!" she ends, her voice rising to
a shriek.
"Yes, yes, or what American word.... Yeah, yes that work YEAH. So yeah
Mr. Petro's knowing he's not doing the whole deal" responses the small
man "I didn't borrow no Apache girl cloths like I borrow American girl
cloths, don't worry, I get right over there and David will be one all-
together Apache girl before you know it! You O K alright with driving me
there?"
"That's not what I meant," said David, "wait a moment will you?"
Getting up and finding the bathroom again David confirms the latest
change. There in the mirror the female face that looks back at her is
like the one she had not yet gotten use to from before, a female version
of his familiar face, only now the changed face has prominent
cheekbones, bronzed skin, and the light brown hair now straight and jet
black.
Shortly Mr. Petro joins David, "An Indian woman? Now you've turned me
into an Indian woman?" asks David.
"No," replies Mr. Petro, "I turned you into an Apache woman, don't you
know how important the difference is? Friend David is the one telling me
about how this American is different from that American and how
important all those differences are. Don't you get it? You say you want
to know how I changed those actors, this is how I did it."
"I was kind of hoping that when you said you were going to make me like
the actor it meant you were turning me back into a man, back into
myself," explained David.
"Ohhhhh!" replies Mr. Petro, "this is you, there is no changing back."
"There is that look again," said Mr. Petro seeing the one David had
formed on realizing the reality of the first change. "When you changed
from baby to boy did you go back?" he asked David tilting his head to
his left.
"When you changed to boy who thought he was a man did you think you
would ever go back to being a boy boy? Everything changes, everything in
the world, nothing goes back, you asked to see how I did what I did, you
didn't believe the tales told about Mr. Petro, how can you not believe
tales?" he continued seeming to be getting into his explanation.
"Tales make the world real. you don't believe this? is this another
American thing? A Strangers of the North thing?"
"If so there is still too much more I am needing to learn about you
people who are coming into our forest. that is why my tribe sent me out
to learn who you people are, learn all about you. I tell you this friend
David, you wanted to know how I changed the actress woman and the actor
man, and I did, now you are who you are, David, David an Apache woman.
No going back."
Taking the stunned woman back to the living room and setting her down
Mr. Petro gets her a drink of water and waits from the person whom he
had considered pretty shape, for the strange people to the north anyway,
to come to terms with how things work.
"You can't just leave me Apache and make me a man again?" asks David,.
"No, man to woman big change, like from boy to man, go there, don't come
back, I don't see the problem, my people do these changes all the time,
and go on, it's been 20 years since Mr. Petro was Miss Petro, why go
back? Life goes on."
"Make me a white woman then?" asked David.
"No going back! David had done that, I could make you one of the other
people you have pointed out to me, that's an easy change, do you want to
be a fat woman? Chinese woman? Round woman like what I did for that
actor fellow I changed and calls himself Jane Man's Field now?" he
continued.
"No, this is quite enough," replied David, if not understanding just
what Mr. Petro was saying at least getting enough to start to come to
grips with her situation. "However I think you could still use some
pointers on just how people in this part of the world thinks."
"No worry," replies Mr. Petro smiling at David, "tomorrow you do your
driving me around job and tell me about stuff, in return I'll tell you
stuff you don't know."
"That's the thing Mr. Petro!" says David, "I can't go back to work, we."
He waves his hands around to indicate the rest of Hollywood, California,
American & the world, "don't change like you seem to find so normal,
they don't know who this is!" finishes David by pointing the index
fingers of both hands at her face, "and if I told them they would call
me crazy!"
"No kid?" replies Mr. Petro "Your ways are more too different than I was
thinking I could think." For ten minutes he remains silent, thinking
deep thoughts.
"How would David like a new job thing? Work for Mr. Petro, who is now
sure this Hollywood village not the place to learn what he needs, travel
with Mr. Petro, you tell me what all the different people outside my
Home are like, Mr. Petro will try to tell you all about change."
"Why not," says David "I'm hardly going to make it in this town like I
am now, a new occupation as a tour guide student should work as well as
any thing... if that is you teach me how you do that transformation
thing of yours."
"Hou Hoo!" whoops Mr. Petro, "you got a deal friend David, I want to
learn about you Strangers, and you will see plenty of your people change
on the way."
"Sure thing," said David not sure about what he... no she had just gotten
herself into.
"Just let me get the whole of the 400 dollars I've been able to save up
so far, and from now on I don't think David works for me. call me... I
don't know.... call me Dee Dee Cornsilk, that sounds nice."
The End
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