Just Another 3 Ring Circus 1 free porn video

Just Another 3 Ring Circus By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter One "This is our night, my love." Sergei leaned back in his chair in the small dressing room. "If this show goes well, we could be picked up for bigger and better things." "You know it doesn't matter to me my love," said his wife Yelena coming over and massaging his shoulders. "All my life I've grown up on the road traveling in side shows and circuses, and all I care about is being with our family." "I know, but important people will be watching us tonight," replied Sergei taking a deep breath. "Very Important people! Talent scouts that are searching for acts to sign for contracts for their theaters. It would be a blessing to settle down in one place for at least a year! Wouldn't it?" "It would, but either way you must just treat it like any other show my love and it'll be wonderful," said Yelena, stretching her leg up on his shoulder. "I just don't want you getting your hopes up. Now I'm going to go practice and check on everyone. You've got them practicing too dam hard." Yelena left the room, meeting up with her sisters as they worked on their dancing and acrobatic routine. From high above she could easily watch the staff attend to the various animals and her husband work on his routine. When they came down to work on their floor routine, it quickly came to a halt as she heard a scream, immediately running into the next room and seeing Sergei's assistant in peril. "Sergei, come quick!" yelled Yelena as Sergei came racing over. "Tosha, get off her!!" "Back down, Tosha," screamed Sergei, fumbling with his keys and opening the door. "Get away from her immediately." Quickly Sergei opened the cage door and raced inside as his young assistant was scared out of her wits. She was pinned in a corner by their huge white tiger, who was growling and slashing at her with his huge paws as Sergei quickly got between them. Luckily Sergei got there in time, slashing his whip and ordering the tiger back. Tosha dropped a few steps but for some strange reason would not back down, viciously growling until Sergei's son raced into the cage. "Down Tosha! Down big girl," yelled Sebe, getting between the big cat and his father and the assistant. "It's ok Tosha. Sssshhhh! Go behind me and get out!" Sssssshhhh easy big girl." Within moments, the big cat calmed down as Sebe tossed aside his father's whip and stood between Tosha and the cage door as Sergei led the assistant from harm. "What the hell is wrong with her?" screamed the assistant. "What is wrong with you, Tatiana?" replied Sergei. "You should never be in there alone." "I wasn't, Sebe was right outside!" Tatiana answered. "Where the hell did you go, Sebe?" "I was just gone a second," Sebe mumbled, stunned that all this happened. "My phone rang and I just went into the next room to get it." "Idiot!" yelled his father. "You know better than that! What were you thinking?" "I'm sorry father," said Sebe. "I wasn't thinking I guess, and Tosha's never done this before. We were only practicing simple things and she's always handled it no problem." "Until now!" yelled Sergei at his son. "We don't need any problems!" "I'm sorry," said a teary Tatiana, waving her arms completely frazzled. "I can't do this anymore Sergei. It's just not worth it. I just can't." "It'll be fine, Tatiana," said Sergei, trying to rub her shoulders. "Sebe will keep her calm. You must relax. Tonight's the big night!" "It's your big night," sobbed Tatiana. "Not mine! She could have killed me!" "Tatiana, don't over react," said Sergei, as she pushed him away from comforting her. "Fuck you and that bitch of a cat! You could never pay me enough for this," yelled Tatiana, throwing a fit. "I'm done. Fuck this crazy shit. Let one of the girls in your family do the dangerous shit! I quit!" "Please Tatiana!" Sergei grabbed her arm. "You can't quit now! There's no one else. I can't cancel tonight. You know what that means to us, and you know Tosha's the main act. Without her we're screwed!" "I'm sorry Sergei," said Tatiana, pulling away her arm. "I'm not getting eaten by a tiger for anyone, let alone a cheap fuck like you!" "Oh no! Noooooooooo," cried Sergei, looking ready to faint as his wife quickly came to his side, rubbing his back. "This can't be happening, Yelena. It can't be! I've worked too many years for this night and finally gotten that tiger to do amazing things!" "Let her go, Sergei," Yelena rubbed his back. "She couldn't perform well anyway if she didn't feel safe, and I couldn't either if I was worried about her. I knew we shouldn't have hired an outsider. I warned you about things like this." "I know but you need your sisters in your routine," said Sergei. "It just wouldn't work without all of you in it. How could it?" "Probably not, but the reality is the crowd wants to see a young, beautiful woman with the tiger anyway and not any of us middle aged acrobats," said Yelena, trying to be positive. "But maybe we could rework something for just tonight and I'll do double duty." "How my love?" Sergei seemed completely defeated. "You'll need to be on the trapeze when the tiger carries out the princess. You need the three of you catching and spinning. We've practiced the timing of all this for years now, and we'd have to change everything the day of the show?" "The logistics are impossible and Tosha doesn't know you like that, mom," said Sebe as Tosha was rolling over in her cage like nothing had happened. "I could probably get her to do it but there's no guarantee." "I raised her from a baby. I bottle feed her and so did you, Sebe," said Yelena putting her arm through the cage, petting the big cat like a kitten. "She'd never harm me." "I doubt it either," said Sebe rubbing his chin, thinking. "It's just... She's not that easy to deal with lately, and so temperamental as it is." "Exactly!" yelled his father, shoving back Sebe. "This is all your fault, Sebe. You're bloody irresponsible again. You ruined everything with that damn phone. Who was it? I hope it was worth it?" "Just a girl I've been talking to, dad" Sebe gulped. "I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry. I'd do anything to fix it. You know I would? I'll go try to talk to Tatiana." "Don't bother, honey. We all know you can't work with tigers being scared," said his mother. "I know your father doesn't want to hear it, but I think even though it was bad timing it was inevitable." "I don't want to hear it," said Sergei, pointing his finger angrily in his son's face. "All I want to hear is that we have a pretty girl in our act that won't be mauled and will do the job. Tell me how you're going to fix that." "I don't know dad!!" Sebe looked over to his mother for support. "As it is we're the only ones that can work with Tosha, and now you want me to just pull someone out of my ass. Please tell him, mom! It's not like I can just snap my fingers and whamo there's a pretty girl that can work with tigers standing here." "Don't be disrespectful Sebe, and of course we all know that," said Yelena tapping her cheek. "You know what.... given the circumstances and what we all know now, I think we should only use a family member and of course someone Tosha trusts. We all agree, right?" "Yes, but you said," Sergei started to say as his wife put out her hand stopping him mid-sentence. "I've got an idea, my love," said Yelena, patting her husband's bicep. "Let me call my sisters for help and your son already agreed he'd do anything to make this all work, right dear? Olga, Irina, can you come in here please?" "Of course I would mom," said Sebe. "I want this for our family as much as anyone. It's my future, isn't it? But like dad said, I can't see how one of you could do it and still pull off your act?" "Oh dad's right, we can't dear?" said Yelena. "Our act is predicated on all three of us on the high wire working in harmony... just like we're going to do now. Olga get all Tatiana's costumes, and Irina, please fetch your sewing kit and we'll all meet in the makeup area." "Why, what's happening?" said Irina. "Why all the commotion?" "Well because one of us is going to need to be the new assistant for my husband and putting her together is going to take some effort," said Yelena. "Now let's get a move on, girls." "Wait, I'm confused?" said Sebe, touching his face."I thought you just said you needed all three of you, so none of you could do it?" "I did, and you said there were only a few people that Tosha would work with without a problem right?" replied Yelena, looking at him intently. "Yeah?" said Sebe twisting his neck. "Yeah exactly?" Yelena folded her arms staring at Sebe. "And you also said that you'd do anything for the family and to fix this." "Yelena?" said Sergei, completely stunned. "You're not?" "Yes my love, I am! Now we're depending on you honey," Yelena walked behind Sebe and put her arm around him. "Follow me, Sebastian! You'll no longer be working behind the scenes with Tosha, as it's about time you'll be front and center anyway." "You can't be serious, mom," cried Sebe, immediately objecting. "Just because I can control Tosha doesn't mean I can do Tatiana's part." "Of course you're right dear, but right now with our show hours away it's not like just anyone could step in and handle him," said his mother. "That cat is extremely dangerous, and we'll need every second to rehearse and get you into costume." "But you've always said the audience expects someone exotic and beautiful, not someone like me," said Sebe, balking at performing. "I don't think this would work without a pretty girl front and center." "Who said anything about not featuring a beautiful woman with Tosha?" said Yelena, pulling the band from his ponytail, releasing his long hair. "And that's why we'll need to get moving because you may know the act, but you'll need all the time we can get to make this work." "You can't be serious mother?" Sebe was stunned. "You can't really be thinking you could fool people into thinking I was a girl?" "On the contrary dear, you've already got an illustrious mane and I'm planning on it," said Yelena, walking towards the dressing area. "We all know the show must go on." "Mom, you know I've grown up knowing that but just because I have long hair doesn't mean anyone would think I'm a girl," moaned Sebe. "Everyone in our business has long hair." "Yes in our business and culture most men, just like your father, have long hair even in braids or buns. Men also wear some makeup on stage, so none of that's a big deal or has made people mistake them for a female right?" said Yelena, shaking her head. "But we all know illusion is the biggest part of all these shows, and guess what? Like it or not, this is show business and with the help of my sisters tonight,the most important illusion is making you the pretty girl that everyone's focused on, so shut your mouth and get your ass inside the makeup room! Understood?" "Yes?" said Sebe, very frightened about his upcoming fate. "Good, because you arrogantly said you couldn't pull a pretty girl out of your ass, so instead your ass is about to become one," His mother stated, giving him a sarcastic smirk. "Now move that skinny little one of yours, because I'm not about to let your father down and neither is his soon to be daughter." She walked by him now, slapping his ass as he could see the dumbfounded look on his father's speechless face. He was frozen for a few moments until he heard his mother clear her throat loudly and looked up, seeing her sister with folded arms in the doorway, awaiting him. It was a walk now that felt like he was headed to the electric chair as he stepped inside the makeup room, as quickly he was being sized up by his mother and two aunts. He could barely make out their Russian babble as he couldn't speak it fluently. "Ok, ok!" Whined Sebe. "You know I'm 22 right? I can undress myself." "We do, but we're not sure how long this will take and there's a lot to do," said Yelena. "We'll need to alter outfits, plus get ready ourselves and you'll need to rehearse. Now strip to your briefs for now honey, and there's really no time to worry about modesty." He was beat red as he stepped out of his shoes, socks, and pants and was shaking as they began debating their options in Russian, measuring him. Finally as Irina jotted down all his measurements, Olga led him to the small tub. He stood there never more embarrassed in a few inches of water as she snugged up his briefs before she lathered him up and began shaving his legs. It all happened so quickly, she worked diligently up his body and then focused on his chest. He was no gorilla but always felt like the girls loved his soft fine chest hair, but that was soon at the bottom of the tub as she turned her attention to his arms. "I'm not sure how much will show once I'm done altering the body suit," said Irina, walking in as he giggled, being rather ticklish as she finished his pits. "In the first part of the costume he'll be fine, but do you need help with the Brazilian?" "No, he'll be fine. I'll start the whitening and that'll give him something to bite down on," replied Olga as she squirted a liquid into a mouth piece. "Here honey." "Good then I'll be back soon, and we'll test out some shaping," said Irina, leaving the room as Sebe now opened his mouth, accepting the mouthpiece and biting down. Olga took some time now, massaging some ointments all over his body and then led him back to the makeup area. He had watched his family get ready here so many times, yet it was his first time now as his aunt ushered him into a chair. His mother walked in now with a spray bottle in her hand and a comb in the other, and quickly she was behind him. He was distracted for a moment as she began dampening his hair, but that only lasted a second as Olga took a tweezer to his brows. He couldn't believe the nasty pinching sensation as he winced while she plucked and his mother combed through his saturated locks. "I'm just layering," his mother stated, making sure to keep him calm as he flinched the first time she trimmed in the back. "Nothing crazy, as obviously we'll be keeping it long, but like any other girl you'll need a good shaping before I set it. We're definitely lucky to have something to work with here, so giving you a decent girl's hairstyle might be one of our easier tasks honey." He just wanted to scream and object, but there was little he could do as he could hear the snipping as she stretched his long hair while Olga jumped back and forth on each side. Both women had worked pretty quickly, so he knew it couldn't be too bad as she stretched every layer with her fingers, cutting and all he saw were little clippings across his cape. "See, that was quick and I didn't cut much," said his mother, playing with his hair with her fingers. "Now that you've got a cute cut to work with, we're already off to a good start." "Just you saying the word start is worrisome enough." Sebe sighed as he saw his aunt opening all types of cosmetics. "Maybe we could start the whole day over and get Tatiana back." "Oh stop it already! That ship has sailed and be careful talking with that in!" said Yelena, rolling her eyes. "Plus it's about time we got you on stage anyway and whenever you actually do go out with whatever pretty little girl that caused this little blow up, you should have something funny to talk about." "Yeah sure that should go over well when I tell her I got all my eyebrows plucked out, or my mom to give me a girl's haircut because I got so carried away talking to her that my tiger almost killed someone," Griped Sebe, pulling out his mouthpiece as his mother combed through his wet hair, flipping it around and experimenting. "That sounds like great date night stuff." "Looks like we've got a diva on our hands already, sis," teased his aunt, brushing his brows with a little comb and then stepping back, looking at him. "Now listen and leave that in. The whitening takes some time." "Not funny," grumbled Sebe, not amused with his mouthpiece in. He looked over seeing his mother opening a container filled with plastic pink rollers as she placed down her scissors. She began combing and sectioning his hair as she lifted most to the top of his head now before squeezing some jaw clips temporarily in place. While Irina was covering his face in foundation, his mother was now sectioning his hair, as quickly most of it was clipped atop his head. These were sensations he never thought he'd experience as she was blotting a whitish cream under each eye and blending as his mother began twisting in the first section of rollers. It was so hard not to continuously blink and twitch as Irina held open his eye as the pencil lined back and forth. It was a lot rougher than he expected, getting his eyes done as she pinched his lashes with her lash curler and then added a few coats of mascara. Even weirder was watching her select some long glittery lashes from a kit and then glue them to his lids before she took a lash comb, blending them with his. It was much easier when she made him look down, taking the liquid liner thickening his lids upper lines as she ordered his eyes closed. Finally, adding his eye shadow felt so nice and soft but was a slow process as he felt her brushes moving all about his lids, but at least this was relaxing as he sat in the dark. Eventually when she let him open them, he was already curious about how he might look as she took some blush to his cheeks. He never realized how much work went into making someone up as she constantly blended and added more color. His head was full now with curlers, while Irina took a pencil, outlining his lips as his mother pinned a hairnet to his curlers and walked away. It wasn't long before Irina took a brush, filling in his lips now and he could feel himself growing nervous, knowing he might be fully made up. "Nice work Olga," said his mother, smiling as she lifted his chin, inspecting her sisters work. "You picked some very pretty colors on him." "Thank you, Yelena," said Olga. "Good thing he got the soft features from our side, and not your husbands big nose." "So true! I can't wait to see how you look once you're dressed and with your hair done honey." "Just try to relax while we try a few things, and remember there's nothing you've got that I haven't seen. Now just keep this on while we work, please." Her statement didn't make him feel too good, but he had seen the women use this many times as she wheeled over a portable dryer and plugged it in. She stretched the plastic cap over his curlers and switched it on as the hot air now flowed softly against his head. This wasn't too bad for a few minutes, until they had him stand up and Irina appeared with a little black body suit. It was quite unnerving having them all looking him over and then his mother gave him a little nod before pulling off his briefs. He was never so embarrassed as he stood in the nude before all them for a few moments until his mother had him step into the body suit. Once the small straps were in place atop his shoulders, it looked so strange hugging him like a second skin but what really stood out as he glanced down was the obvious little bulge in his crotch area. "Spread a little for me, Sebe," asked his mother, tapping his inner thigh as she knelt down. It was completely unnerving as his mother turned her wrist, pushing at the middle of the crotch with the back of her hand and then picking at the thin edges, snapping the elastic. He cringed a few times as she pulled at him, catching some of his pubes and then stood up helping him out of it. "Sit back and don't crush your curlers or the dryer hose," said Olga pointing to the chair. "This will be quick, but please be awfully still or you'll be Tatiana permanently." He couldn't have felt more ashamed as he sat back now while his aunt Olga lifted and spread his legs, as suddenly he was staring at the ceiling. It was quite unnerving as his mother leaned in now with a scissor in one hand as she pushed all his junk to the left side with the other before instantly trimming his pubic hair. Never could he have imagined being more mortified as she then slid it all to the right, snipping away as the first haircut was bad enough but this was a haircut he never dreamed he's be getting. "Be tough now and don't kick your aunt by accident, please," said his mother as he noticed the wax strip now. "Last thing we need is you giving her a fat lip or a bruise." Just when he thought it was over, it became ten times worse as he cringed and moaned as his mother leaned in, pressing down a wax strip. "Whooooaaahhhh," cried Sebe, writhing in pain, squeezing his aunt's wrist as his mother ripped off a section just above his manhood. "Please,son, you're whimpering like a baby and no doubt we'll have to repair some of your makeup," said his mother, having little sympathy. "Trust me this was nothing I ever planned on doing either, but it's necessary or hair could show in your costume." "Just squeeze my hand honey, and the less you fuss the quicker this will be over," said his aunt Olga as his mother ripped on the right. He was tearing up, trying to act as tough as he could, biting down on his mouth piece as his mother continued to rip away. It was impossible not to wince or tear up but one thing she was right about was that after few more little strips, he now had just a small patch of hair in a thin v-shape. "Just a little strip like any girl your age would have honey, and once we push everything back you should be fine in your outfit," said his mother, now handling his junk like it was no big deal as she applied something soothing to his genital area. They had him stand up now as Irina returned, wrapping a garment around his waist. He looked down, seeing the black shiny corset as he anticipated what was coming as she wrapped it around him and began clipping all the little hooks in the back. Olga now pushed his chin back upward as she took a sponge and powder puff, repairing some of his makeup as he stood as still as he could as Irina finished clipping him in. At first it wasn't that big a deal as he stood while she actually loosened it, and then adjusted its positioning. "Spread your legs and hold your balance, honey," Irina ordered as she began snugging the laces. Immediately now he felt the tension pinching him in as he had seen them pinch in Tatiana many times back stage, but never did he think she needed much to help her already curvy figure? When she then started tugging the laces a lot harder, it quickly got pretty tight quickly, as he looked down, seeing how it was pulling him in. "Turn, put your palms out shoulder height, and lean all your weight forward on the wall," said his aunt, and she guided him a few steps and spun him around. "Hold this position and breathe in as deep as you can and don't release it until I tell you my dear." He turned, leaning hands out on the wall, almost like he was a criminal as he took in a deep breath. It felt almost like he was in the grasp of a boa constrictor, as the corset sucked him in tighter as his aunt tightened the laces. She had him breathe in and hold it a few more times until finally there was nothing more she could constrict, as he felt like his organs had been squeezed up into his lungs. "I think that may be as much as we can pinch him in this Yelena, but I think that should be enough," said Irina. "Turn around and stand up straight with your legs open please." When he turned, Irina wasted no time wrapping the measuring tape around his waist. "It'll have to do," said Yelena, looking at the measurement and nodding to her sister to proceed. Irina then ripped open a small alcohol pad, swabbing his chest and pinching at the little flesh he had there. She turned, taking the roll of black duct tape from her sister and unraveled it, measuring it across Sebe's chest. It was nothing at all he was expecting as they secured the end under one arm pit and then stretched the tape at the underside of his chest's flesh and taped it in place. Once a few more strips had been added, a black strapless bra was wrapped over the tape and then little inserts were placed inside. They felt cold and gluey as before she took them out, they switched up the sizes a few times, taking measurement after measurement. When they were happy it was like they were disassembling him, as off came the bra, inserts and then he jumped as they ripped off the tape. Some little alcohol pads cleaned his chest now and a sticky substance followed, being sprayed onto his chest. As Irina added some underwire to the bra, Olga softly took the hair drier, rotating the hot air, heating each side and then she pressed on the wobbly inserts. "I'll need these back for my date this weekend," Irina quipped as Sebe looked down, seeing the flesh colored falsies adhered to him and then a bra go over them. "We can't all be as natural as your mother." "Oh stop it. You've got like six pairs," teased Olga, handing Irina another bra and some duct tape strips as it was wrapped over the other one now, coving the adhered inserts which were taped closer together. This was all so insane as he pulled in his chin and looked down at the thick black strapless bra which was quickly positioned, as he almost couldn't believe how this all looked. They were lifting and adjusting before they finally triple snapped behind his back now and made sure only his natural flesh was showing. In this strange moment, he had learned some secrets about how women enhanced their boobs' appearance and created incredible cleavage. He had heard about girls stuffing their bras with socks or hose, but never did he expect he would learn this trick by it being done to him. He then watched Irina take some nude hose, thinking where they going to make them even bigger but instead oddly trimming off the waist band. He was even more confused when she took one of the hose's trimmed off legs now, cutting off the foot and then the rest of the leg, leaving her with a small type band. She then opened the four inch small section and slipped the waist band through it and held it out as it now resembled some weird nude briefs. Quickly his gaze at his cleavage and aunt's handiwork was broken, feeling his mother's cold hand gripping his penis and observed his aunt kneeling, holding open her creation. "Sorry sweetie," said his mother. "Trust me, this is just as weird for me but it's not like I didn't wash and flick this thing around a million times when you were little. Now step in and I'll have to adjust you." "Yeah but that was like 2 decades ago mom," moaned Sebe as he lifted his leg, steping into the makeshift underwear. "Oh its no big deal honey. Sure it's grown a little, but after your little haircut down there, it looks no different than back then," said his mother as he lifted in the other foot. "Trust me I wish we could both turn back time, and I was diapering the little thing. Now just be still and this should be fine, especially once you're in full costume in a minute." This just kept getting stranger by the minute, as she pulled his penis back between his legs, trying not to bang into her sister. It was kind of difficult gasping for air from his constricted midsection as she handed his manhood from her right hand through his legs to her left as she stepped behind him. "Wheeeeewwwww," sighed Sebe, feeling the back of her hand and the deepest tingle down his throat. "Sorry, I bet that must be pretty weird," said his mother as she stood after she pushed his testicles up inside him and the waist band was tugged up across his hips. He almost couldn't believe how uncomfortable he was now as his mother tugged at the hose right at his tail bone, snugging their elasticity between his butt cracks as he jumped a bit, almost chocking. "Here, you can spit that out now," said Olga, holding out her hand. "Oh thank goodness," Sebe replied as she wiped his mouth softly with a tissue. "That's perfect, Irina. What a great job you did," said his mother. This should hold nicely, especially once everything else is on and be just thin enough so no lines show through the outfits." "Good! That's what I was hoping," said Irina, nodding. "Let's keep our fingers crossed and dress him." "Yes, and smile for me honey," Ordered his mother, checking his teeth. "Very nice. A little whiter always helps. You may not want to hear it, but you'll have quite the pretty smile, especially once the bright stage lights pick up your costume's glimmer." "Left then right," said Irina. "Just follow along and let me adjust as we go." They now had him step into what looked like a black string type bikini bottom and suddenly the little satin front panty held his tucked parts in even tighter. The little g-string needed no help holding everything up tightly, with its tight elastic bands and if it wasn't for every other bizarre feeling he'd be dying to pull the super wedgie from his ass cheeks as he felt completely uncomfortable. Irina now unrolled some ultra-sheer black hose and rolled them up his legs. She tugged a few times until they were snugly in place as she stretched the waist band all the way to the pinched in section of his corset, and then oddly unrolled another. He looked down, seeing the little criss-cross lattice type design over his toes and quickly the second pair snapped at his waist line. For the fifth time now his legs were lifted, only this time it would be for his outfit as he stepped into his leotard shaped costume. It was a bit different than Tatiana's normal costume, but even without getting the best look at it, he knew it would illicit the audience's attention, seeing the bright shine from the sequins. "Wow Irina," said his mother, stepping back after she snugged it over his bra and corset. "That looks amazing on him." "Thank you, Yelena," said Irina. "Now go ahead and finish his hair. Olga come help me get the rest ready and we'll be right back." "Wonderful?" said Yelena, stepping behind her son and taking out the first roller. "Are you saying this is really going to work, mother?" Sebe started to quiver a bit. "It's really pretty hard to believe." "Well, in a few minutes you'll be able to judge that for yourself, dear," replied his mother, unraveling his hair. "And we'll still need every second we've got left to rehearse." "I may know her part, but no way could I ever do everything she did?" said Sebe, feeling the curls tumble down his bare shoulders. "You mean like the dancing, and acting sexy," giggled his mother, unrolling the top now and sticking pin after pin between her teeth. "Exactly, the more I think about this mom," Sebe started to say, seeing all the rollers being tossed on the table now. "You know the more of a disaster this could be." "The only disaster will be if you don't stop twitching," said his mother, stopping his face from moving. "Now be still so I can get done here so we can see what's what. This is no time to get cold feet, and I've got work to do on this hair." "It turned out bad, didn't it? All this is a wreck, right?" asked Sebe as some long curls hung in his face now. "Please mom, cancel this. They'll laugh at me. I'll embarrass dad looking stupid." "Not getting out of this that easy, my pretty," said his mother, twisting his hair with her fingers. "In fact I think you're going to look gorgeous in curls, sweetie." "I couldn't," Sebe stated, as she took a brush from the table. "That seems insane." "Show business and especially dangerous acts, are just as much a mindset as they our physical dear," said Yelena, digging in the brush behind his head and pulling at his hair to the right. "I think you know that, right?" "Yes," said Sebe, feeling some pins sliding into his hair near his neckline. "I guess so." "Good," said his mother, inserting pin after pin. "Then from this point forward you're no longer my son. From this moment on, you're my beautiful daughter Tatiana, and that's what we'll all be calling you, understood? You may not have known it, but that was her stage name anyway and now it'll be yours." "Great?" gulped Sebe. "Not great! Fabulous, Tatiana," said his mother, using her finger to arrange his hair and then began saturating it with hair spray. "And the beautiful Tatiana. Right ladies, doesn't your niece look gorgeous so far." "Stunning," said Olga, as Sebe noticed a feathery object that she now began pinning to his head. "I'd stop worrying about anything but the show now honey, because trust me, not a soul out there would even have an inkling about what's under there. You look incredible as a girl." "What I see is a blossoming young starlet, ready to take flight and so will everyone else," said Irina. "Oh boy." Sebe shivered as his mother was spritzing little spots of hair and lifting curls with a pick. "No dear, that boy is long gone, trust me," said his mother, inserting some heavy earrings, replacing his little studs. "All that's here is the dreamy Tatiana, who sparkles and shines for the audience. Now focus on the task at hand, Tatiana. You're the star now." "I think I have to pee mom," mumbled Sebe, reaching down, grabbing at his flattened crotch area. "Nonsense! We all feel those nerves the first time honey! It'll fade if you don't think about it. Now sit down, close your eyes and just imagine the hottest girl on the planet," said his mother, gently helping him sit down and calm down. "You see her in your head?" "Yeah?" said Sebe, confused as Olga took his hands and placed them on a little folding table she opened in front of him. "I guess?" "Excellent, sweetie," said Yelena as he felt the first nail press onto his. "Because in a few moments, that'll be you and that image will be what the audience sees later tonight in the show. Being confident and having a little attitude. Trust me, once you open those eyes again you see nothing but shimmer and shine! Got it girl!" "I'll try mom," mumbled Sebe, feeling his fingers being squeezed. "And it'll matter to Tosha," said Olga, working on the other hand now. "Even though that big cat responds to you. You know how easily she can act up if she thinks she can take advantage." "True, but Tosha is the least of my worries," said Sebe with a smirk. "Her I can handle but hopefully she won't freak out when she sees what I look like." "You know how smart she is. A little makeup and a costume won't fool her, and once she gets your scent she'll know it's you, no matter what you look like," replied his mother, picking at his hair and making some adjustments. "Plus I think I know another trick that'll help her feel comfortable." Sebe sat patiently with his eyes closed as finally Olga finished, pinching his finger and then rubbed at his eye lids. He giggled when he felt her soft brush glide across his cleavage and then his entire face, until he knew the smell of his mother's perfume, except it was rather strong now. "Open your eyes, and behold the beautiful Tatiana! You will sparkle for the eye to see in every direction," said his aunt Olga as he popped open his eyes. "I'm finally done?" Sebe looked down at his sparkly nails and twisted his wrist, noticing all the body glitter on his arms. "You weren't kidding about all the sparkle, were you?" "Of course not," said his mother, kneeling in front of the table as he looked down at the table covered with pallets of glittery makeup and tubes of sparkly polish. "You ready to meet the new you, now that we've glittered you up." "Not really," gulped Sebe, feeling his mother slide his feet into his shoes. "Of course you are," said his mother, buckling the second one. "Now these aren't that high, but you'll need practice. I'll help you." "Holy shit mom!" cried Sebe, as she helped him to his feet, feeling ready to pass out as balanced in his shoes. "Don't make a big deal," said Yelena, letting go of his arm. "You look amazing." "Better than the original," said Irina, coming over. "You're not kidding!" said Olga. Sebe knew his protests didn't matter now anyway after all the work they had put in, and also realizing his family wasn't really the type to throw out many compliments. It was crazy feeling his body kind of wiggle as he walked, realizing the little heels weren't that hard to master after all, being from a family of acrobats and within seconds he turned frozen by his reflection. "No fucking way!" Sebe was stunned seeing his image. "I...I... Holy shit mom! I can't even..." "Believe you're that beautiful?" said his mother, finishing his sentence. "Well believe it. You are!" "No I meant that this is me," Sebe shifted and stared at himself. "But... uuummm." It was like his brain had been put in someone else's body as he squished his cheeks and opened his mouth, trying to convince himself he really looked like what he saw. He was used to seeing his entire family in theatrical makeup and costumes, knowing maybe someday he'd have a turn, but never did he expect it like this. It was almost unimaginable how they had molded his body, drastically pinching in his waist and giving him the appearance of having ample boobs. Even the high open side of the body suit gave the impression of more hip than his thin frame normally portrayed, and he stood in just enough of a high heel to give him a leggy appearance. Looking down at his feet, it was crazy to see that his mother had laced him up in little black ankle boots, which had a thin short inch and a half heel and glittery laces. On his legs, his sheer black stockings were covered in a second pair of wide black fish nets which faded into his body suit, yet showed a touch of his ass cheek. It only took a mili-second to understand why they made sure not a single hair graced his bikini area, as the ultra thin section between his legs would have easily shown his former pubes. Instead, it now amazingly looked so flat and shapely, perfectly concealing his tucked member in the high cut, gymnast satin glittery style body suit. As it rose up his body, the tight corset was also concealed under the oh so feminine curved V-shape pattern of hot pink, silver, and black small sequins that decorated the bodysuit's mid-section, before some larger hot pink satin trim prominently framed his lovely cleavage. His boobs weren't huge, but appeared firm and perky, wavering just a touch as he moved yet had little bounce. Above them stood no clothing, displaying his thin toned bicep, prominent collar bone, and nude shoulder blades which endlessly shimmered from body glitter, drawing the eyes attention. The only thing even touching some flesh were the shiny chestnut colored curls that slid across his right shoulder, looking elegant in their side swept style. There would also be no missing the huge ornate headpiece that was clipped in an offset position on the left, as it magnificently towered up and out about eight inches. The theatrical style hair accessory was a black mini top hat with two hidden attached hair clasps that clipped down, attaching it to his head. The top hat was decorated with a hot pink and black band around the crown, with an attached double bow and large hot pink and black feathers that sprouted outward in a fabulous show girl style. From the left temple under the hat, all his hair had been tightly redirected to the right before cascading down that side in layer after layer of big, perfectly placed curls. It was amazing how it sat so flawlessly in this lovely coiffed style, framing his artificially made up face and even more astonishing that everything had been hidden beneath it, holding every curl in an elegant side stack. He almost couldn't believe how his lips popped right off his face behind a bright hot pink gloss, as they were slightly over lined in a darker plum pencil color giving them an even larger, luscious appearance. He had certainly been made up to catch the eye of the crowd, as his cheekbones were over emphasized in a plum color, and you couldn't miss the oversized glittered false lashes atop the three coats of mascara that thickened his own. It was even hard to stare himself in the eye, as he sparkled in every direction as his eye lids featured silver and pink blended glitter beneath his thick winged black eye liner, as he glistened at every angle of his reflection. On the left though, the huge feathered headpiece had been snapped and pinned,without even a waver and it's feathers sprouted upwards as if from a pink and black peacock. He was the recreated version of Tatiana, except even more flamboyant and it would take more time than just this initial gaze to accept this new ostentatious version would be taking center stage. "How did you do this? I can't even recognize myself?" said Sebe as he reached behind his head, feeling the amazingly well hidden pins holding his hair in place as the dramatic sticky style was shellacked just off his right eye perfectly, to ensure not to impair any vision. "You're sure I'll be able to even see under all this?" "Don't be silly, its just some makeup and a pretty outfit," said his mother with a smile, pulling down his wrist. "Plus, your hair is going nowhere so touch it and I'll kill you. Now look away from the bright lights in the reflection and none of that glimmer will be a distraction. The stiletto nails we gave you are made for sex appeal, not practicality, so try not to touch things you don't need to, especially your hair and you could easily put a run in your stockings if you're not careful." Sebe instantly knew his mother was right as his bright silver nails were long and sharp, looking more like Tosha's claws than the long nails he had seen on most girls. "Wow, you're not kidding," said Sebe as he couldn't even make a tight fist as he looked away from the mirror, getting nervous as he saw Olga approaching with more clothing. "You still sure about all this mom?" "You kidding, dear? I was just hoping we could get away with this, but I'm really not worried about that anymore?" said his mother, hugging him and then taking his hands looking into his eyes. "If any of us thought you'd look this astonishing as a girl, trust me your dad wouldn't have hired the real Tatiana in the first place. You're so beautiful Tatiana, and I love you for doing this." Sebe could feel himself getting teary, but fought them back as best he could. He wasn't sure if it was his mother's comments that made him emotional or the fact that he knew she was right and that he no longer saw Sebe looking back at him. What he did know though was that they had certainly done their part to make him look as good as they could and that he couldn't let the family down, especially his father, but that would be a difficult task. "Ok, let's get the rest of the outfit on and work on the routine," said Olga, holding out a small jacket. Sebe knew it was time as she wrapped a long floor length hi-low semi transparent skirt around his waist, fastening the front. In the back it draped across the floor and in the front his legs were completely exposed. She then slid his arms through a black tuxedo style half jacket that had long tails hanging down past his butt cheeks. Like it or not, he was ready to rehearse as Yelena took his forearm proudly and guided him slowly from the room. "It's about time," said Sergei, looking down ata pad, making notes as he heard them come in. "I've been re-orchestrating everything so we could keep Sebe in the background, and we'll keep the spot lights focused up front. I was thinking maybe I could do the main tricks with Tosha myself if we don't draw much attention to him, and we could get through this?" "Honey, I really don't think that'll be necessary," said Yelena, poking her husband. "But take a look for yourself and then you tell me?" "Ssssee.. Sebe?" his father stuttered, looking up. "Ladies....I..I...uugghh?" "So I'd like you to meet your daughter, Tatiana?" Yelena walked right next to Sebe as he stood about ten feet away, uneasily cowering as his father looked him up and down. "Not bad right?" "Amazing! I can't believe what an incredible job you ladies did!" said Sergei, getting up and inspecting him closely, circling him. "Just remarkable! People always said you resembled your mother when you were younger, but I never saw it. I have to admit you had some of her features, but look at you! It's like we turned back the clock, Yelena! He looks exactly like you did when you were younger." "I actually think he's prettier," teased Irina, nudging her sister. "True," giggled Yelena. "Plus back then we never had costumes this beautiful as this one either. But time is ticking away, so we better get practicing." What was easily the most uncomfortable moment of his life was momentarily behind him now as he followed his family nervously toward the stage. He must have watched Tatiana's routine hundred's of times, knowing every step, but only as an observer and behind the scenes animal handler, yet now he was to be expected to take every step. Where to stand and what would be occurring at every moment he quickly handled well, but how to sexily pose and even more so how to execute each dance step he quickly realized was harder than he thought. His mother was so patient though, breaking down every little routine and simplifying some of it where it was a bit too technical for him. His father on the other hand had far less patience, growing quickly frustrated with his constant missteps and angrily scolding him. "And you wonder why every girl quits," yelled Sebe back at his father as time began to grow short. "You've been practicing for two hours, and you make the same stupid mistakes over and over again. We are the Amazing Tarcovic Family, and we must look like we've been in synch for decades!" said his father, continually looking at his watch. "I didn't want to but we better use some of my plan B." Yelena unfortunately knew her husband was right as he walked back stage and came out with two huge muscle bound men. Within five minutes, he re- orchestrated the complex dance segments and Sebe found himself being lifted and spun between the two men over and over like a rag doll. All they had to do now was work in the simple dance routines he had already mastered and then practice the sexy poses and struts he would use parading around stage. Twenty minutes until show time, Sergei was finally satisfied and they allowed Sebe to take a much needed rest. "You know, before I have to go on there's one thing we better make sure of my dear," said Yelena to her husband. "What more could there be?" replied Sergei, throwing up his hands. "If he can't do this now we're screwed. There's no more time Yelena, and stop babying him as this certainly isn't what we ever had in mind, but he must step up now. He must." "Stop worrying! When you stress, the audience can sense it and I know my son! He's going to step up and surprise everyone. Trust me, Tatiana is going to shine. I know it," said Yelena, softly kissing her husband. "But we did forget one huge thing my dear. Tosha? I think we better introduce the big cat to the new Tatiana, and I think once she hears Sebe's voice even in a softened whisper and gets her scent, she'll know it's really Sebe in the costume and we'll be fine." "Good point," said Sergei jumping up. "Tatiana! You heard your mother. Hurry up!" The one thing that Sebe wasn't worried about was Tosha, as he followed his father to the cage and called over his Tiger. At first she snarled, annoyed at the sight of Tatiana and then twisted her neck, curiously heaingr Sebe's voice from the feminine person. "Tosha, come it's me," said Sebe, sticking his hand through the bars like he normally would. "Come Tosha," said Yelena, standing next to Sebe and then spritzing the air with her perfume and then dousing her son. "Come, I know you love that scent." She stood up on all fours apprehensively as she sucked in the air, enjoying the sweet smell of Yelena's perfume as she sucked it in. She came over now rubbing against their hands through the bars enjoying the petting and turned almost smiling as he looked at Sebe. "I think we're good now," said Sergei, feeling relieved. "I think we're better than good." Yelena smiled as Sebe went into the cage and hugged an almost purring Tosha. It was like Tosha was relieved as well as happy to be with Sebe and not Tatiana, as suddenly she was a big kitten, liking the perfume from Sebe's wrist and snuggling against him, enjoying the soft petting. "Well let's get the last minute touch ups done and I can't believe it but I think we're actually ready," said Sergei, somewhat re-energized. "Ok everyone. Let's make this our best show ever!" Sebe exited the cage, feeling ready to piss his pants knowing his moment had arrived. He walked back to the dressing area with the ladies as they scrambled, adding a few last touches to themselves and then touching up his makeup. "You'll be fabulous Tatiana," said Olga as she touched up his lips. "And you look gorgeous," said Irina, re-coating his hair in hair spray and then grabbing his shoulders looking him in the eye. "You are fierce like Tosha now. Transform your mind into the little sex kitten you now resemble." "Your aunt is right, Tatiana! You look fabulous and the crowd will love you," said his mother leading him towards the curtain and letting him peak out, glancing at the crowd. "You are a strong woman, now let them hear you roar like Tosha! Remember you are incredibly sexy and I love you. Now break a leg! You got this!"