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Just Another 3 Ring Circus By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 3 Sebe was becoming pissed at himself as he couldn't shake the taste from his mouth, thinking he had just been deceived into doing the most disgusting act of his life for nothing as he followed the secretary down the hall. He was trying to keep his emotions in check, not sure how this had gone so wrong, but with every step he began to get more infuriated. As he turned into the conference room, he was trying to keep it together, locking eyes with his mother as she was the first person he saw leaping towards him and suddenly they were in full embrace. "Mom, I..." Sebe began to say. "Hey, don't forget me," His father immediately joined them. "She's my daughter too and we couldn't be more proud, honey!" "Congratulations, Tatiana," said Mr. Gellmen, raising a glass, surprising Sebe as the hugs ended and he noticed the champagne glasses in his parent's hands. "To success, future riches and a marvelous show," said Mr. Schwartz, from across the room lifting his glass. "To us." "Wow! You're kidding me!" Sebe stared at his aunts, almost squealing. "I can't believe it!" Seeing Olga nod sent him from rage to elation. In an instant he could barely fathom the win in their lives as he was almost attacked immediately by his aunts as they hugged and kissed him. They were in full celebration mode, as Mr. Gellmen walked over, handing him a glass and suddenly he was thrust into an all out champagne party. There would be certainly no complaining on his part as the sweet taste of the champagne was a welcome taste on his palette, as Mr. Schwartz socialized with his family as if nothing ever happened. Bottle after bottle was popped open until finally they found themselves in the back of a limo on their way home as Sergei was way too intoxicated to drive them. Sebe was so drunk and exhausted that night he could do nothing more than get out of his skirt and shoes as he crashed until Tosha roared, awakening him. "Morning everyone," said a half awake Sebe, wandering into the kitchen. "Well look what the cat dragged in today," teased his mother, seeing what a wreck he looked like. "Now that's some head of hair you've got there." "Is it that bad?" Laughed Sebe, sitting down with his blouse hanging down like a short night shirt and still in his pantyhose. "No, it's freaking fabulous!" said his father, sipping his coffee. "There's not a cloud in the sky and everything is fantastic today." "Well not everything? I mean almost everything, but please talk to him honey," said Yelena, kissing her husband's cheek. "As excited as I am for all this, I just didn't sleep a wink last night thinking about this. Now tell him." "Tell me what?" asked Sebe, taking some coffee from his mother. "Well, the original agreement was more than we could have hoped for, but after you meeting with Mr. Schwartz they amended the contract," said his father. "Are you kidding me!" said Sebe, getting upset. "That fucking snake! What did he do to us?" "No honey," said his mother, looking suspiciously at Sebe. "It's more like what did you do to him?" "Me?" said Sebe, ready to piss his pants being confronted by his parents. "Mom, dad, I just...." "No Sebe, it's nothing bad," said his father. "Thing is, he amended the agreement to have you be the headliner. He doubled your part of the compensation since you agreed to an expanded role in the act, and to doing all the press and publicity necessary. Congratulations son, because obviously Tatiana knocked his socks off!" "Holy shit! I...I...I ahhh!" Sebe watched as his father turned the page showing him the amendment. "I mean I don't understand, and I'm pretty sure he kept his socks on the whole time." "Honey, I think you're getting confused, but what your dad is trying to tell you is that it appears you agreed to this?" said his mother. "Am I right, because I thought you were doing all this for the family, and then we'd find a new girl as soon as we could. It seems now that Miss Tatiana is front and center." "Look, both your mother and I are fine with this because honestly you're the future not us, but this changes the commitment you'll have to make," said his father. "What does that mean?" Sebe asked confused then standing up for himself. "Trust me I've been committed dad! Look at me. Look at this shit!" "Yeah, that's it exactly sweetie," said his mother, shaking her head. "Honey, for starters, it means honestly girls don't roll out of bed looking like this in the morning." "Seriously mom?" said Sebe, giving her a look. "I don't think that's what it means!" "Well I'm not exactly sure what it means, but what I do know is you need a lot of work and training as a girl," said his mother. "And that's on top of whatever they expect Tatiana to do for the new act." "What she is saying is that it probably means very limited Sebe time," said Sergei. "If any, until we can change you out?" "Are you saying I'd be a girl full time for the next year?" asked Sebe, shaking himself really awake. "Every minute until you get a new Tatiana!" "Well it seems you told them you were transitioning? That would have been nice of you to let us know, since that caught us pretty off guard?" said Yelena, lecturing him. "We had to really dance around that one." "They assumed it when Mr. Schwartz did a background check on our family and uncovered who I was. All I could do was act the part, especially when he tossed my driver's license and some documents in my face," replied Sebe, annoyed. "He said with the kind of money they were talking about they leave no stone unturned but... ah forget it." "Forget what?" said Yelena. "Tell us?" "No, its embarrassing!" yelled Sebe. "Tell us honey," said his mother, feeling bad. "It's fine honey." "Fine, he said as pretty as I was it made a lot of sense," said Sebe, ashamed. "He thought Tatiana was beautiful and could be a star." "Ah! Now that does make more sense," said Sergei getting up. "And don't get mad at me son, but I think he's right. So is your mother, because I don't think girls wander around looking like that but obviously I never had a daughter." "Until now," Giggled Yelena. "And remember I'm favoring the big high ranch that has the huge property, and an amazing barn for the animals. Plus its already furnished so we can move right in." "Yup I got," said his father, kissing his wife as left the kitchen to go out with the realtor. "Now, let's get a move on filling that new closet of yours," said Yelena. "And good thing they're chipping in on the wardrobe, because your father has no idea how expensive girls are these days. Come see me after you take a shower, because we're going shopping." "Already," Sebe asked. "Shouldn't you be out looking at houses with dad?" "Seriously, Tatiana! You do realize we have planning meeting this week, and you really have nothing to wear. You need casual stuff, a few dresses and basically everything. For your information, while you were getting your beauty rest, I was out at the crack of dawn looking at some places. I had already narrowed them down online, and hopefully you'll be sleeping in your new bedroom before you know it," said Yelena, before folding her arms and smirking as she looked at him. "Should be perfect for you as it's already pink." "Not funny mom," Grumbled Sebe. "And just so you know, I noticed how you tried to touch up that pretty face of yours," said his mother, looking at him curiously. "Your dad may not have noticed, but I'm your mother and don't think I miss a trick, darling? You're going to need a lot of training, as you just can't glob it on honey." "Great?" Yawned Sebe, rolling his eyes. "Please spare the attitude missy, but we'll cover that later as we begin your training and our regular mother/daughter talks. I can't wait either?" said Yelena, getting a little annoyed. "But maybe some other time you'll tell me why that makeup didn't last all day?" Sebe had no answer, turning away and rolling his eyes again as he headed inside and into the shower. When he came out, his mother dressed him in his most gender neutral clothes he owned, placing his hair in a pony and off they went. After a good half day of shopping, they arrived back with him dressed in sandals, some white capris and a pink halter top, looking a bit more "Tatiana" like as he carried in a ton of bags. He had made his first trip to the mall makeup chair, now donning a natural series of soft pinks across his glowing complexion and experienced his first mani/pedi. His hair swung from a simple high pony beneath a small white bow, as it was all pulled back off his face and in his ears swung little drop earrings. Being a casual girl wasn't that tough he thought to himself, as it was certainly easier having shorter French tipped nails, walking in flats and feeling comfortable in casual clothes. It would still take much more practice even to pull off applying some basic cosmetics on his own, but doing a basic hairstyle he knew he could handle it. What he didn't know was how often he'd have to be in character, as his father warned, but after this week of meetings he'd have a better idea. It was nice to just have a minute to sip a soda as he sat relaxing for a moment in the kitchen alone. "Wow, how cute are you today, Tatiana," said Olga as they walked in. "Who knew even my not overly dolled up my niece would look so adorable." "Thanks, I guess," replied Sebe, trying to get used to this. "I'm going to change and relax ok?" "Ok, but pick from something we just got please," said Yelena, testing him. "Also remember girls change their underwear before bed, and I think your friend down there doesn't need to be stuck in those tight panties for bed. I assume the little guy can't be tucked away 24/7, but that we'll need to learn more about." "Ok mom," said Sebe, nodding before carrying all the bags into his room. He shook his head as he changed into a simple pink cotton panty and then his purple Victoria Secret pajamas. The silk long soft pants and a long camisole type tank top were really like nothing he had slept in before, it was just as strange pulling on little pink ankle socks as he returned to the living room. "Here, fat free yogurt," said Yelena, taking away the ice cream carton. "Our contract has all of us losing weight even your skinny ass." He had now read the contract from front to back four or five times, knowing his mother was right as he finished his yogurt and she started him on his nightly ritual. For the first time in his life, he had an entire skin care ritual after washing off his makeup, then cleansing and moisturizing before endlessly brushing out his hair. For the next few days, his mother worked with him constantly on the intricacies of being a woman, as he spent very little time out of character at meetings and planning sessions dressed in casual yet professional attire. He was in a way learning on the job as he grew accustomed to his routines, and the persona of being a young performer and businesswoman. Between work and moving into their new home, every minute was occupied so he didn't worry too much about anything else. It was nice to have a big bedroom and his own bathroom for the first time in his life, even if the compromise was being surrounded in pink with a girlie decor. The next morning was tough, strolling inside his new walk closet. It was quite emotional as he realized not of stitch of his masculine clothing was present, even though he already knew his old stuff was in storage. Things had moved so fast, as he dressed himself in a violet skirt and ivory blouse that his mother pre-selected for the end of week's meeting. As he sat at his vanity, his mother came in, working on his face and it was almost impossible to accept all that transpired as he watched his makeup going on. The family's new lease on life had come at the expense of his masculinity, and accept it or not he had made all this happen. He was 22, yet a little girl in many ways as he stared at the brush stroking his hair into her hand and then securing it near the crown. This part he had always done himself as Sebe, yet there was little fuss he would make as she snapped a violet bow above his high pony, accentuating his daintiness and off they were to work as mother/daughter and as a family. He loved designing the show and felt great that they welcomed his input. He had adapted even better than he hoped as a professional instead of just an animal trainer. He realized now he could handle the tasks behind the scenes as a businesswoman, but then looked down counting how many parts Tatiana had in the show and grew panicky. When they finally finished the outline, it was hitting hard how much he'd have to learn and rehearse. He was about to speak up to have his part dramatically cut back, and then Mr. Schwartz stood up, addressing the room. "So, after this grueling week, I believe we have an excellent outline for the new show and now we'll be turning you over to our producers, stylists, and director," said Mr. Schwartz. "Are we in agreement, Sergei?" asked Mr. Gellmen. "Yes," said Sergei as Sebe's stomach dropped. "I believe our collaboration will produce a remarkable show. So we should expect to begin preliminary rehearsals next week?" "Well, we'd love that of course, as the more time to get ready the better, but let's see what our team of doctors say," said Mr. Schwartz. "I expect you'll need a bit of rest to recuperate first, so that's why we've arranged for you to be heading to your consultations immediately following this meeting." "I doubt that, Seth," smirked Sergei flexing his bicep. "We're all in top flight shape, but you know that already I'm sure." "No that's not our point Sergei, and there's no doubt you'll all easily pass the physicals," said Mr. Gellmen. "But I must remind you that you've already agreed to some minor cosmetics procedures contractually, which regardless of how great a shape you're in, any middle aged person might need." "It's nothing personal, but we believe a pinch here and a tuck there will improve your appearance on stage," said Mr. Schwartz, holding out his hands. "Trust me, we have no intention of spending money on things we don't deem necessary, but history has shown us these things pay off." "I guess I'll finally be getting my nose fixed then from when Yelena kicked me in the face like a decade ago," Joked Olga, pointing to the bump on her nose. "Well quite frankly, that is on the list we asked the doctors to look at," Mr. Gellmen laughed. "But we've got a small list for review on everyone and your car awaits outside." "Ok," gulped Sergei as they got up. "Except Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz, wiggling his finger. "Ironically even with her birth gender faux pas, we believe facially there's no need for her to waste time with our doctors at this time, so instead we've lined up our top stylists and we'll see what they can do with her first." "Tatiana, you'll be heading over to our studio instead," said Mr. Gellmen. "A car awaits you as well young lady." As much as Sebe was happy to not have to see any doctors, he didn't expect to be separated from his family and was already worried about his part in the show. As they got up from the meeting, his mother quickly comforted him, softly rubbed his back and gave him some assurances. "Don't be nervous. The good part is there's really nothing to worry about anymore as everything's out in the open. They'll be pushing or tucking whatever they need to in your new costumes anyway, and you're already used to that," Whispered his mother. "They're just stylists. Try on whatever they want, and I'll get there as soon as I'm done being evaluated." "Yup, I'll be fine," said Sebe, taking a deep breath before hugging his mother, trying to be strong. "Just take care of dad, as he's probably more nervous than anyone. I know he hates doctors, and for me I already expect my costumes will be more elaborate, so whatever it is then it is. Once the show is rolling and the audience falls in love with Tosha, then I'm sure dad will get me out of all this." "Of course he will dear," replied Yelena, kissing his cheek. They walked outside now as his family got in a big town car and he was placed in the back of a smaller sedan. He sat silently for about a ten minute ride until they pulled up at an undistinguished warehouse behind the Vegas strip and was led inside. Bright lights shone down as he weaved through a long narrow corridor of high shelves of bright fabrics. When they got more in the open, there were a series of seamstresses working at large sewing machines and then rack after rack of outfits hanging around them. Finally they got to an office at the back of the warehouse, as three men were awaiting him as they swirled their chairs. "Oh finally!" said the first man, greeting him and jumping up and hugging him. "Oh Tatiana, we've been dying to get our hands on you, princess. I am so excited to finally see you in the flesh." "Yes dear, your still shots are fabulous, but I've got so many ideas," said the second man, air kissing him on each cheek. "We can't wait to get started." "Easy, ladies!" said the third man, wiggling his finger daintily across his chest. "Let's not overwhelm her. From what I gather, it's her first time being made over, correct?" "Made over?" asked Sebe, kind of surprised. "Well ..." "No no dear! Forget I said that, and let's start again. That did not come out like I wanted! I'm Frankie by the way," said Frankie, taking his hand softly and making a zipping motion over his mouth. "Bad choice of words love, and please.. please don't take that the wrong way. We've all got friends like you, and obviously everyone has had to work on some things to get their female persona just right. So just think of this as us helping to bring out the fabulous stage diva in you ok?" "Ok," Sebe answered a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you darling, and please forgive our overzealousness. I'm Jay, your hairdresser and Ben will be your makeup artist," said Jay, flicking his wrist before touching and lifting Sebe's hair. "Together with Frankie, we'll be forming your team of fashionista's. So are you excited or what?" "I guess?" said Sebe. "I thought I'd just be trying on costumes. I'm kind of new at all this?" "Don't worry, darling!" said Frankie, lifting his chin and looking into his eyes, smiling. "I promise we'll be working hard to make you absolutely fabulous sweetie! Look over there at our wall of stars. Ben has done tons of drag, and that last one all the way to the right is him as a show girl. Doesn't he look amazing?" "Wow, I can't even believe that's you, or that it could even possibly be a guy?" said Sebe looking back at forth at him and the picture. "That's pretty incredible!" "Thank you Tatiana, but drag is just another form of expression that we just love... love.... love! An art form that we all enjoy when we can, and certainly we'll teach all the little tricks of the trade that of course you may not know yet," said Ben, fanning himself, feeling flattered. "With your natural beauty and our experience, we can do wonders with you." "Oh ... uuuummm ... thanks?" said Sebe, having really no idea how to answer. "And I hope that we didn't insult you dear? Believe me, we're very sensitive to your situation and so happy for you. Your transitioning is certainly much more serious, and trust me darling... none of us will take that for granted," said Jay with his hands over his heart. "I speak for all of us when we say we are thrilled to work with you, but certainly between us I promise you'll be in good hands." "Tatiana, it's already been stressed to us how important you are, and just that pretty face of yours has given us something fantastic to work with," said Frankie, softly touching Sebe's arm. "Certainly we've got a fantastic budget and a crystal clear direction of what the partners expect. So let's get started, ladies." "Ok then?" said Sebe, shrugging his shoulders. "This is so exciting!"! Frankie quickly clapped. "Now off with this hideous business attire. It's time for you to get fabulous." They wasted no time now, stripping him to his underwear and suddenly they had him step onto a small elevated pedestal as they debated their ideas. They twisted and turned him as Frankie was measuring him even in places he couldn't have dreamed of as they jotted down measurements. Between materials, shapes and designer labels, he barely understood half of what they were debating, as they held swatches of color against him and flipped him every which way. He turned beet red when they pulled down his panties, he soon found himself standing there completely naked as they discussed his private area. Fortunately that only lasted a few moments, as finally they wrapped him in a white silk robe and they helped him down. He followed Jay and Ben to the next room as he looked around at this back stage type makeup room with a series of stations. They seated him in a vinyl chair, leaning it back as he soon found his head in a sink and on went the water. It felt quite nice having his head massaged by Jay as he washed and conditioned his hair before a bright light shone down in his eyes by Ben the moment Jay rinsed him out. Again he massaged heavily but this time with plastic gloves and then they began wrapping his head and hair in some form of plastic or cellophane. "Ok, this part we'll get over with now, so you can chill a little ok my love," said Ben, kissing his forehead. "Hold Jay's hand dear." The backside of the chair began elevating now as instantly Sebe grew nervous. He had really no idea what he was in for, as quickly he felt little straps fastened around his ankles and then a belt across his waist. "What the hell is this," cried Sebe, shaking. "Just a precaution so you don't get hurt honey, or hurt me by accident," said Ben, inspecting between his legs. "These Brazilians sting a little the first time dear, but we'll be quick as you seemed to be well groomed down there anyway. You wax right?" "Umm. Yeah well," gulped Sebe, remembering his mother's little waxing and trying not to scream like a baby. "Hooooly shiiittt!"! "Easy, you don't have much bush anyway," said Jay, patting his forehead. "Trust us, this will be better and your costumes are at times unforgiving." It really didn't take that long, as Ben manipulated his penis from side to side and off went every ounce of his pubic hair as Sebe jumped and writhed in pain from his waxing. After some uncomfortable moments, they lowered his legs and unstrapped him as he slowly but surely the stinging wore off as he lay there with his hair wrapped up. A good ten or twenty minutes went by while he relaxed, until Ben returned looking down on him. "Just keep them soaked while we work," said Jay, dipping each of his hands into some liquid. "Those were cute if you were headed for the prom, but we've got to get you back to something more appropriate and they'll need to much stronger." Sebe sat back, realizing they were soaking off his little active length nails and he'd need to adjust again to some longer ones. It felt strange as Ben pushed up at his forehead and then he noticed two threads in his hands as quickly the small pinches of pain raced down his spine as he felt the first hairs being plucked from his brows. Only Jay's hands lifting and massaging his hair distracted him slightly from this stinging feeling, as he knew they were removing parts of his brows. He could cry from the tension but he stayed as strong as he could until finally it was finished and he began cleansing his face. He already understood the mechanics of having his makeup removed, but now he was buffing his skin with a motorized device, deep cleaning. When he finished, Ben joined them, opening a palette of lashes as they seemingly added one strand at a time, joining them ever so carefully to his own. In the meantime, Jay worked diligently filling and roughing up each finger until finally he felt him pressing down hard on each digit. When a timer clicked, Jay inserted Sebe's fingers between something that held them still and spaced apart as he took a moment checking his hair. There was no change for Ben though, as lash after lash strand kept coming as Jay lathered up his hair again before rising and finally returning to work on his nails as his hair sat wet in the sink. With his fingers being separated, Jay filled and set them before helping Ben finish the lashes. One last time, they held his eyes open now, clamping down on every lash on top as it was odd feeling the heat near his eye balls before they switched, working the bottom. It only got stranger when they removed the heated lash curler, as he could feel the edges scraping his lids as she combed through them ever so carefully separating. What a slow and methodical process this was, as finally Ben pushed his chair back forwards and wrapped his head in a towel as them sat him up. "Ok, let's get you more comfortable, honey," said Jay, holding one hand outward as Ben held the other. "Careful to let these set and then I'll be trimming and shaping later so just sit back and relax." There were no mirrors or windows as they moved him to more of a traditional salon chair and wrapped a new plastic cape over him. They positioned his hands on small tables on each side as Ben swapped with Jay now, working with nails as Sebe looked over at his ridiculously long nails sticking out like they would be on witches. He watched Jay mix the acrylic and then could no longer see his nails being worked on, as Jay moved his chin to look forward and sectioned his hair. It was mostly pinned atop his head as he trimmed in the back and then dropped down a few sections one at a time, clipping and combing. It was all too strange not knowing how much they were cutting, as he expected they'd keep his hair long but this was seemingly a lot of trimming. It was odd enough when his mother first gave him some girly shape, but now Ben's continued clipping certainly seemed unexpected. Finally when he placed down his scissor, he was rifling through drawers on a cart filled with tons of extensions and weaves in various colors as Sebe quickly realized he'd soon have more hair not less. Jay took a clear plastic disk in his hand now and an odd plier like tool in the other as Ben pulled the cart behind Sebe and began sectioning at his nape. He'd shortly realized his lashes would not be the only thing being carefully glued to his head as Jay now began the fusion process bonding extensions in the back. Within moments, he could sense the tension as the crimping tool bonded the stands to his own before methodically Jay moved on the next section. It was crazy for him to think he would soon have even more hair to take care of, not sure how long it was becoming now but there was little he could do anyway as slowly but surely he felt the weight being added to his head. In tandem they worked at the back of his head for a good hour or more as Sebe felt section after section being added to his head. There would be no disguising the mass of his new locks and then finally they had completed the back as Ben returned back out in front, resumed his attention to Sebe's face. All these new sensations were nothing he had expected, as the noise from the compressor was pretty loud as he began air brushing on his foundation while jay continued on his hair. The air felt so so soft as the small circling motions coated his face as it seemed so light and airy. Once he switched it off, Ben then started blending lighter pigments under his eyes with his sponge and seemingly color after color was being added. This was nothing like the makeup regiments he had experienced with his mother, and she had vast experience with stage cosmetics. The palettes of flesh tones were incredibly vast and Sebe soon understood he was being made up much more heavily than ever before, even if it felt so much lighter. It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes of blending and contouring from his forehead to his neck, until finally Ben's attention was turned to his eyes. At least lining his water lines and coating his lashes didn't take that long, but it all slowed down again when Ben began on his lids. He almost couldn't believe the array of colors that they were debating to use on his lids and then his eyes were pushed closed. Such a long process for such a small area was just kind of perplexing, but then any curiosity was squelched as he watched the dark lavender pencil being brought to his lips. All this color watching had at least kept his mind busy, as finally he realized Jay was done adding to his hair as the tugging began instead now. "You are such a good little model, Tatiana," said Jay now as he stood right beside Ben in front staring at his work. "I'm trying," said Sebe, with his teeth clenched as Ben was painting at his lips. "You're doing great, honey," said Jay. "Now stand for just a moment but leave your hands flat on the table please." Sebe stood to his feet in front of the chair, keeping his palms down flat on the table. It was crazy to look down, seeing how his nails had been filled in from his cuticles outward, appearing like long thick daggers on each hand as he knew they certainly needed to be cut back, as no way could he even make a fist with them. His fixation on his nails only lasted a moment though as Jay opened the back of his cape and he felt him brush his new hair way down his spine. Was he really feeling it touching his butt cheeks, he fretted as Jay brushed continually down his back? There would be no feel of a scissor near his neck with a worry of cutting took much, as instead he felt the blade near the back of his kidneys sheering on an angle toward the crack of his ass. It was quick and precise as Jay lifted his long locks and wiped the dampness from his back with a towel. He shivered momentarily, feeling the soft brush whip away the trimmings as they slid past his ass and crack like they normally would from his collar bone when he got a trim. "Ok sit back down sweetie, and let's finish," said Jay, fixing his cape as he sat back down. "So we're just about done, then?" asked Sebe, feeling like this was going on forever and confused at how long everything was taking. "If you'd like to be a naked mess, sure," Giggled Ben, playfully tapping Sebe as he continued working on his lips while Jay began spraying and then curling. "Stop it, Ben. This is probably a lot for her," said Jay with a rat tail comb teasing and then inserting a huge barrel. "You'll get used to the attention honey, and trust me in the end the result will astound you! Kind of like what you do to your audience with that big pussy of yours." "Excuse him! He's got such a dirty mind, and he's fighting with his boyfriend so he's a bit testy," Joked Ben, as he added some gloss. "I'd never scare her Ben, but he is right, honey!" said Jay, lifting and curling continuously on top. "You were pretty when we met you, but when we're done you're going to be show stopper. Understand our job is to make sure there's not a shadow of a doubt that when Tatiana walks out with that big cat that there's more than one sexy pussy on that stage if you know what I mean honey." "But they didn't doubt me before?" Sebe stated as Ben was powdering his face softly now while Jay changed to a smaller curling iron and began working in the back now. "No but this is Vegas, and your face will be plastered everywhere in high definition with your new improved image," said Jay as they double teamed, curling and spraying. "Trust me with what they're investing in you, your new bosses will leave nothing to chance." "Obviously I know that already!" gulped Sebe, as Ben stretched out his left hand and checked his nails. "Then you're already a smart girl'. said Jay,as he curled,Sebe could feel the tautness. "So stay focused honey and we'll be dressing you before you know it, but the last few finishing touches will take some getting used to. You're about to get a little edgier?" "I guess if that's what the bosses want?" said Sebe, not really sure what that meant. "Wait what?" "Trust me you're going to love it! Just think sexier." Jay grinned as he heard a snip on one of his nails. "Now sit still please." He was already adjusted to having his nails manicured, but instead Ben really held them more roughly as he sniped and filed them. He was being tugged by both his hair and fingers now as he smelled the polish going on, and the hair spray setting each section. His fingers were in and out of dryers now as Ben jumped back and forth from hair to hand, sealing the finish as Jay lifted and curled. Just curling the back must have been an exhausting process, but Jay never wavered from the hours he put into Sebe's hair, nor did Ben, making sure his face and nails looked flawless. "Oh nice work, you two," said Frankie, returning and circling Sebe, inspecting. "We're about a half hour behind, but I'd say that was time well spent." "Well of course it was," said Jay, grinning with pride, spraying Sebe's hair in a few spots while picking with his fingers. When the fumes finally settled, Sebe looked up, watching them inspect their work as the momentary relief of being finished would fade just as soon as it began. Being seemingly pleased with their result was enough just to rile his nerves, as the cape was pulled from his body as Frankie took him by the forearm, gently helping him to his feet. "Ok, let's get you dressed, love," said Frankie, spinning a thin tiny panty around his fingers. They stripped off his robe and then Frankie knelt, tapping Sebe's inner thighs to part his legs. As he lifted his ankles inside the nude colored panties and widened his stance, Frankie pulled him back with a firm grasp and then quickly pulled the gaff up past his thighs. Before he could even gasp, he had been expertly manipulated as he felt his balls settle inside his body cavity and had been tucked like never before. The elastic cords of the gaff seemed ever so snug and grew even tighter as Frankie softly parted his butt cheeks. It was the most irritating sensation, as the strings slid right into his butt hole, annoyingly wedging themselves in tightly in place. He glanced down, seemingly even flatter than before as the nude garment gave him a nearly naked appearance almost like nothing had ever been there. "Sweetie, hello?" snapped Frankie, rolling open some hose as be broke Sebe's thoughts. "Sorry," Sebe nodded as everything would be held even more securely in place as be stepped into his fishnet hose. The low rise hose took a minute until Frankie was happy with them, and then they placed a thin lycra bikini type panty over it. He could certainly see why they used a nude color gaff and left not even a strand of hair, as the tight elastic left little to the imagination, like he was a swimsuit model in front and at most covered half his butt cheeks in the rear. Trying a few bustier tops across his rib cage actually tickled a little as it was amazing how much they pulled and pushed at his little flesh, as suddenly he was like a lingerie model being fitted in for the bedroom. He was in and out of nine or ten costumes as Frankie stuffed and unstuffed his boobs with every change, and then finally one last change as he realized they had selected what they wanted him in. When they sat him back, he felt a cold sensation as tacky glue covered the outside of each breast and then they moved his arms every which way. With his flesh being held on each side, the silicon they selected seemed to bond so quickly as they set it with a hot hair dryer and then they pressed all the edges down, finalizing his chest. Looking down at himself giving the idea of being busty was nothing new as they sat up his chair, but having another item bonded to him now really pushed any tolerance he had left. One last check of the bustier they wanted him in still wasn't satisfactory for Frankie, as he continued experimenting with his cleavage. Sebe had already known the wrath of corseting around his waist, but instead now they carefully clipped him in some rigid short cincher that ended above his rib cage. Two men pulling the cords of a rib cincher custom fitted for a male body felt like he was about to have his rib cage broken, until finally it wouldn't tighten anymore, and then there he was again being measured with his boobs being manipulated. "We'll fully cinch her waist later if the boss wants to shoot her in a few of her dresses, but for now I'd like to stick with just the bustier," said Frankie, measuring around his bare waist and then breasts. "I think this will be a more dramatic first impression." They took a moment now discussing options like this was his second skin and how to naturally shape him before he was never happier to be put in a bustier in his life as they slipped it on. What he didn't expect was them then having him sit back in the chair and drop it back as they lifted his hair carefully onto the back of the elevated chair. He stared straight ahead, watching Frankie look him over from above, wondering what else could be left to do as they extended his fingers and slipped on a few rings. His now high glossed claws were considerably longer than even the stiletto nails he had before, and seemingly not popping off as they had been made over in a thick polished acrylic. While he focused on his manicure though, Ben added some contour and dimension with makeup to his chest and he soon became restless, dying to get up "You must be kidding." Sebe wondered what the hell he could do with these claws on his hands. How the hell could he even touch anything without ripping it open he wondered, as the nails protruded permanently at least 2 inches past his fingertips, looking sharper than Tosha's, like they were ready to scratch out an eye. "Now just keep your hands flat until we're done," said Frankie, moving his finger tip away from touching his chest. "I know some of this is unpleasant, love, but it's the result that counts and sometimes being quite girly and sexy requires a little toughness." "I can see that," said Sebe, glancing at his chest sparkling from the glitter in his cleavage. "I'm glad you understand," said Frankie, as Sebe felt something clamp down on his left ear. "Remember I did say we'd be working on adding just a little more edginess. We're in the home stretch now, Tatiana." "Holy shit," he yelped, almost jumping up. "That hurt. I already have pierced ears and you pierced my ear again." "Of course you do, but this queen's new look calls for some further jewels, love," replied Frankie, loading the piercing gun again. "Now be still because that was the easy one, and some of the others may sting a bit more." "Others," sighed Sebe as quickly the next piercing penetrated his other lobe. "Of course," said Frankie, piercing through again. "That was just the start dear, and trust me this will just add a little spice your classic beauty." He really wasn't kidding, he soon had two new piercings in each lower lobe which were just above his regular piercing he had before. He had seen many performers in the Circus business looking pretty freaky, with all type of crazy piercings, but never did he think he'd be one of them. Next came the cartilage piercing at the top of his right ear, but the worst was to follow as four cartilage piercings decorated the entire outside of the left ear. He was ready to faint, thinking it couldn't get worse when the needle now appeared in front of his eye as he almost couldn't believe there could me more as it penetrated his right nostril. He was almost dizzy as Frankie inserted the stud and then moved his face side to side, inspecting his work. "That's enough for today, everyone," said Frankie, trying to comfort him as Ben was patted around his nose with some makeup. "We'll use a faux belly ring for today with all the costume changes, because obviously if we go any further you'll need some healing time, honey." "Thank you. Please, I can't take anymore. Why would you make me into a weirdo with all these piercings?" said Sebe, shaking as they helped him to his feet. "I really don't think I can take anymore at all." "I know it must be a lot for one day," said Frankie, taking him by the hand as Ben glued some jewels near his naval. "But trust me, you are the farthest thing from any circus freak if that's what you are afraid of. The only freak in your description will be freakin' hot, as that was our mission, Tatiana. But let's get your shoes on, come and see for yourself young lady." Frankie now knelt before him and unzipped some boots as he held his shoulder stepping into them. When Frankie stood back up, he was nodding and smiling before adjusting the bustier as suddenly Sebe was triple teamed as Jay jumped in picking at his hair with his fingers while giving a final spray, and Ben brushed body glitter near his naval and more at his cleavage. He was the star of the show that was far from launching, but ready to be re-introduced as the new and improved Tatiana. "So what do you think, darling," asked Frankie as Ben wheeled over a floor length mirror and spun it so Sebe could gaze at his new image. "Are you fabulous or what?" "Holy shit!" Sebe was completely overwhelmed. "I.. I...." Sebe was almost speechless, barely able to mouth his syllables as he wiggled and twisted, staring at his image. His previous sassy persona had been taken up quite a few levels as suddenly he realized how much the stakes had been raised for a Vegas show. His father was right that there'd no longer be any Sebe time for himself, as no way would he step foot outside resembling a boy until his obligation as Tatiana had been fulfilled, or a new girl replaced him. Every moment outside of the comforts of home would be impossible to be seen as anything other than her, as there would be no way to disguise his incredible new image. He now had bright corvette red hair which was as unnatural a color as any red could be, unless it was painted onto a sports car. It may as well have been a pink or an aqua, as it stood out like a beacon yet lit up his face with a sex appeal like no red he had ever seen. He couldn't believe how many extensions they must have added, as the big thick red curls flowed more than three quarters of the way down his back in a full layered mane, before ending in a gorgeous v-shape of ringlets. In front, the curls folded over from a side part on the left, jettisoning up with some volume and tumbling, tussled onto each shoulder. The left short side had been tucked behind his ear, fully exposing the series of diamond studs that outlined his cartilage and beneath it hung a series of silver sparkling jewels. In the last hole on each ear swung long multi-tiered black onyx chandeliers that bounced off the top of his collar bones as he moved his neck. Mostly gone now were the majority of his brows, as only the thinnest arch remained except for a thicker inner edge. Completely blackened were his inner and outer lines surrounding his eyes, and the outer edges of his lids. Above the darkness, silver and white shadows sparkled from his integrated shadows and the metallic glitter sparkled in every direction from a concentration on the outside of his upper lid. It was impossible not to feel his huge thick lashes scrape where his brows used to be, as he couldn't stop batting the curvy lash extensions as he felt them touch above his eye sockets like a feather with each blink. "Look up honey," said Ben now as he broke his gaze for a moment, holding open his eye. It was certainly not what he expected as he strained for a moment and then before he could balk, his new contact was in. "Whoa," staring at himself with two different colored eyes. "It's..." "It's just a long wear contact honey, but we may change them depending out your outfit," said Ben, putting it in and then wiping any tearing before taking out his mascara wand. "Your lashes on the other hand are strand by strand extensions, so those we'll just maintain every once and a while, but you won't have to re-glue them every time like the falsies you wore before." "Thank goodness for that!" said Sebe sarcastically as he now stared at himself with deep cobalt blue eyes as Frankie rubbed across at his lower back. "Plus by the time the show starts, we will have whitened that pretty smile of yours another four or five shades until its virgin white," said Ben, re-glossing his florescent red lips. "But for today I think it'll still show quite well." The gloss actually tasted like watermelon as Sebe couldn't resist licking his lips or twitching his nose. It was tough watching the little diamond stud glisten right back in his overly made-up face, and even tougher that he'd have a nose ring indefinitely. "Oh I think they're going to be quite pleased when they see you," said Frankie, sliding his hand eerily down Sebe's arm and holding open a jacket. "But let's see if your bosses and the boys agree. Come love." Sebe needed one last deep breath as he could feel his feet tremble, knowing he was about to be put on display and judged. He was about to make his debut in his potential act one outfit, as a sultry ring master assistant with a black sequin bow tie attached to a pink choker and matching pink cuffs with black sequin detail on his wrists. He showed just a mild bit of curvy cleavage, in a short pink satin bustier with his midriff exposed above snug satin black spandex bikini panty-like bottom. Around the cups, straps and edges of the top were sparkling black sequins, which also adorned the waistline of his bottom. Between them on his exposed flesh swung a black sparkling belly ring, and surrounding his naval were a few glued on rhinestones. Beneath his bottom, his thighs were decorated in black fish net stockings that quickly faded into the folded over cuff of his black leather thigh high stiletto boots as he looked ready to kick off the show with a bang, or maybe a different type of bang would be in the eyes of his on lookers. As the door flew open, Frankie grasped his hand, gently rubbing his stiletto nail covered digits to sooth his mind as best he could as they walked from the room. He was soon following Ben as he dragged two rolling suitcases and behind them Jay pulled a large rolling rack of outfits they had tried on him earlier. It was pretty unnerving as people in the factory paused to stare as he strutted through the workers and then there he was inside a bright light studio. The moment he walked in all he could hear was a gasp as he looked over seeing his mother covering her mouth as she was seated with the rest of the family across the room away from the photoshoot. Just the stunned looks on his aunt's faces were enough to make him ill as his mother gave him a soft nod, knowing she needed to calm him down. "Sssshh," sighed his father, elbowing his wife as Sebe gave a little wave, embarrassed as the bright lights shone in his face. "Love you," mouthed his mother without uttering a word and then pointing to her heart. "You look beautiful." All Sebe could do was give the softest smile as his line of sight was interrupted by Mr. Gellmen as he approached. "Incredible!" said Mr. Gellmen, walking over and leading Sebe to the center of the shoot area in front of a green screen. "You never cease to amaze me Frankie, and you look stunning, Tatiana." "Well, you asked for some wow factor, so I think she's got it now," said Frankie, flipping his wrist and touching Sebe as Mr. Gellmen circled. "Plus you gave me something to work for a change, and of course I have a fabulous team." "And now I have the most fabulous young vixen to tame the tiger and my audience," said Mr. Gellmen, sliding his hands all over Sebe as he inspected him. "I mean we still have some work to do here, but this is a wonderful start." "Well of course, boss. We've got mannerisms to work on and a few pounds to shed," said Frankie, softly moving a few hairs on Sebe's head. "But really just a curve here, a pinch there and she'll be ready to rehearse." "Good, then let's see how the shoot goes, and hopefully we can start her training while her parents go in tomorrow and then recuperate a little," said Mr. Gellmen looking at his watch. "If I like what I see in the outfits you've lined up, and the shoot, then we'll start immediately with the necessary tweaks and send her to charm school." "Oh, I'm pretty sure you will," said Frankie, smiling. "In fact I'm hoping I've given us too much to choose from." "Wait!" said Mrs. Gellmen, thinking and turning towards Sergei. "I love the hair. It'll show wonderfully, but will it scare the tiger." "It should be fine, but we'll test it of course," said Sergei, standing up. "Cats see things in color, but much more toned down and dull than humans. I think it's certainly brighter than I expected, but from a tiger perspective it should be meaningless." "Excellent! Then let's proceed!" said Mr. Gellmen. "Understand Sergei, that this is the big time now and we may need to turn up the volume even more! It's Vegas baby, and every wow factor we can get is an advantage." "I can already see that," said Sergei softly grasping his wife's wrist. "We understand." "Good, then places everyone," said Mr. Gellmen, snapping his fingers and staring at Sergei. "Tatiana is now part tigress, part show girl, part actress, and even more importantly what we want our audience to thirst for! To desire! I realize that may be difficult to handle as her father, but we both know in show business that the tiger may be the main act but she needs to grab it by the tail and reel in the audience. Families will be attracted to the show for Tosha, but the husbands that pay for the tickets or just come out here for a convention or to party will come see us for the eye candy on the billboard and not the big cat." "Of course, and that makes perfect sense," said Sergei staring at Sebe now. "Good, because we both know that the eye candy is Tatiana, and my job now is to make her as appetizing as possible to the audience, to create a buzz and pack the house," said Mr. Gellmen, clapping his hands at the staff. "Ok places everyone! Let's proceed." Suddenly, everyone was scurrying around and before another word was uttered, he was being positioned by the photographer. Sebe didn't even have a moment to think anymore as he was under the bright lights, posing on command like he was Tosha holding still or jumping on command. It was much harder work than he thought, smiling and squeezing his muscles for stills and then following instructions as they videoed some movements. In a way it was thrilling being the object of everyone's attention, as they waited on him hand and foot as he received the utmost star treatment. He was photographed in simple stances and then at times in seemingly provocative positions and with suggestive expressions. He wasn't sure at all what the end result would reveal, as everything was shot against a green screen except for the props added at times. Standing with a whip in hand or even chains he assumed would be used to lead into the tiger who he knew would had been photographed separately and maybe they intended to dub him lying between his legs when they had him stand with his thighs wide open. If he had to spend his time as Tatiana, this was pretty good he thought until everyone stepped in for his first costume change. With the first outfit's shoot completed, he was mortified as they undressed him in front of everyone, leaving him not an ounce of humility as he stood stark naked for all to see. Just the look on his father's face or his aunt's giggle was enough to make him stare down, embarrassed but just looking down felt even worse as he realized the whole room was watching Frankie holding his manhood and tucking it back. He was never happier to be in his next outfit, but any shyness or feelings of shame he had would fade more and more with each change. They followed dressing him in a silver Vegas show girl type outfit, and then a series of long sultry gowns. The debate about what he'd wear in each act seemed to be constant and deliberate with every shot, as the only constant were the flash bulbs popping and that he'd been manipulated like he was their Barbie doll. Elaborate head pieces were added and removed as they put his hair up and down in various designs and re-arranged his makeup. He could barely move in the heavy corseted Medieval like brown leather corset as it was like Frankie was squeezing his organs into his lungs, tightening him into it while Jay pinned his locks up in an elaborate Mohawk. He knew they had scripted a scene with him fake fighting Tosha but instantly he was worried that would he be able to execute the act at all, gasping for breaths just standing. He always had a thing for the warrior princess type, understanding that some of the crowd may have one too, but never for a moment in his life did he expect to be her. In his last outfit, he looked almost completely naked in the sheerest sparkling body suit with flesh colored bra and panties under it. Just standing in the clear stiletto heels with a thick platform would be challenge enough, so he wondered how could he handle the big cat like this. Nowhere in the show design did he remember a part of the show where this would make sense and then they lowered down his prop. How much more degrading could it get for him as he realized he was being positioned on a silver pole and soon hung backwards being spun as he hung from it. He was flipping his hair and sliding down it, spinning upside down on command like a common hooker, almost in tears before finally they let him down. "That's a wrap everyone," yelled Mr. Gellmen, clapping his hands, scattering the crew as they helped Sebe to his feet. "Just wonderful, Tatiana. You did beautifully, young lady." When he regained his balance, steadying his heels on the floor, they had to grab him to stop him from toppling over from dizziness as his head was spinning for a moment and then he looked over ashamed, noticing his family was gone. He hoped they hadn't seen that part, but was quickly turned by Jay as he was yanking and twisting at his hair. He could feel the annoying pins scraping in and wasn't sure now what the hell his family had witnessed, as he soon found himself being helped out of his costume and into a dress. A few touches on his makeup while his hair felt like it was being pulled non-stop and a change in his jewelry happened just so fast before the sweetest smell of a new perfume was sprayed across his neck. Just a moment sucking in the scent with his eyes closed was a welcome relief, before sticky hairspray ruined the moment and he stepped into his shoes. A few hugs from everyone was a nice sense of relief, and then Frankie handed him a bouquet of roses once he was fully dressed. "Oh thank you," said Sebe, not really sure how to react. "Don't thank me, honey," replied Frankie as the lights were being turned off. "You can thank the boss. He's outside waiting in the car. He wants to see you, so hurry along. You can wear this dress home tonight and we'll see you tomorrow. Good luck love."