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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 7 "Natasha? Natasha Selina?" A voice in a heavy Spanish accent woke him up, seeing a man with his hand on his wrist, giving a little shake. "Nice to see you awake again, honey. Nurse Fernandez, she's awake." "Thank you," said the nurse, coming in. "You can go now." "Si," said the orderly. "You're doing great, Natasha," the nurse said as he looked up, seeing her preparing a syringe. "How do you feel, sweetie?" "Melissa?" said Benny, trying to shake off the cobwebs. "Where am I, and what are you doing?" "Sshhh?" said Melissa, lifting a sheet and squeezing his thigh tissue. "You're almost ready to leave honey. Last treatment, and we can get you out of here soon." "Ouuuuccchhh," yelped Benny, trying to move as he felt the injection pierce through his thigh and her holding him still. "What was that? You're not a nurse?" "All ok, Nurse Fernandez?" said the orderly, poking in his head when Benny yelped. "Ssshhh if you want to leave, Natasha," said Melissa, looking at him sternly. "It's fine. She's sensitive and not the toughest little girl." "No kidding?" smiled the orderly, closing the door and heading out. "You're pretending to be Nurse Fernandez?" asked Benny, confused. "A real nurse?" "Relax! Look," said Melissa, showing him her nametag. "Fernandez is my married name, and here they do call me Lissa for short. I've always been a nurse, so Nurse Lissa was really more than just a bedroom game. I just don't work full time in nursing anymore, just freelance, because these days I prefer the costume and makeup business." "And act as an agent and whatever other crazy shit you do," cried Benny, seeing the IV tube in his arm, starting to panic. "Please! How bad am I hurt? Huuuh Tiny! It was horrible! That's the last thing I remember!" "Language please! You're fine, and you've healed up so beautifully," said Melissa sternly before touching him softly and then patting at his face with a small powder puff. "Now let's just think positive wonderful thoughts, ok? Just try to forget about that, but honey in the future you need to know better than to walk out in a dark alley all alone looking like you did." "But I..." Benny started to say as she interrupted. "It's ok. You're so young and still have so much to learn," said Melissa, dipping her index finger into a paste and rubbing at Benny's lips. "I'm not condoning that repulsive piece of shit Tiny, but in little dress after you just danced for half the navy you were kind of asking for trouble outside like that." "I guess," said Benny, knowing she was right about that. "I was dressing like I thought you'd..." "Honey, I know. I know.. but don't do that to yourself?" said Melissa, leaning down softly, kissing him, looking at him lovingly. "But never again will I allow you to be unchaperoned." "Now please can we leave? Can you get me out of here?" moaned Benny, realizing his wrists were restrained. "What is this?" "It's just Velcro, and so you didn't pull out any stiches or bandages in your sleep," said Melissa, pulling the Velcro tabs open, freeing his wrists. "See, you're not retrained. Plus we need you to stay hydrated and cleansed." "Oh," replied Benny as she took his wrist and removed the iv. "Now we're just about ready to get you up, and if you'll just let me finish," said Melissa. "I would think by now you must be anxious?" "I guess so?" said Benny, stretching his wrist. "Don't I have a gig?" "You don't have to sing today if you don't feel ready, but yes. In some ways I'm sad about it, but in other ways very excited for you. I really hoped we could spend some time together but better my girl healed up 100% first anyway," replied Melissa, waving in the orderly as he knocked. "See, right on time. Looks like we can get out of here soon!" "Lissa, here are the release papers, and I left the clothes they sent over earlier in the closet," said the orderly, holding out a clipboard for Benny. "Ready to go, Miss Benjamin?" "Am I ever!...Wait?..Uuumm.. but I can't read Spanish," gulped Benny, looking down, unable to read anything until he noticed his female name. "Natasha Seline Benjamin." "Of course she is, and its Selina, not Seline," said Melissa, taking the pen and correcting the form, giving him a wink. "You ready Natasha Selina?" "Uuumm yeah... I mean yes, I really want to go," said Benny, taking the clipoard and signing the female name over and over on page after page as the orderly flipped them. "Good luck then honey, and I'll give you ladies your privacy so she can change," said the orderly, handing Melissa some copies. "It's not often we get many girls leaving on such a special day." "Special day?" Benny asked, surprised. "How long was I out? Is today the big gig in LA? Of course I have to sing for that? I've been waiting my whole life for it?" "No, we had to push that back a few weeks, but the guys understand," said Melissa. "They've been wonderful with all you've been through, and you'll see them later when you come out." "Wow, they came to see me in the hospital?" said Benny, now seeing Melissa reach up and pull a curler from his head. "Is that a roller?" "Yes, I set your hair last night, and the curls always stay in much better if you allow the set to dry naturally, especially overnight," said Melissa, now pulling down curl after curl. "You're going to look so beautiful today, honey." "But I thought you said you pushed back the show?" said Benny as she was arranging them on his shoulders. "What could be so special? Shouldn't we be going home to rest if I don't have to sing? How bad did Tiny hurt me? I'm so confused, Melissa?" "Believe me, I'd rather you stay my little girl, and really most times you will, but this will be wonderful and unavoidable, or my husband would divorce me with all I've put him through lately," replied Melissa as her phone rang. "Sorry just a sec Natasha, and then we've got so much to talk about." "Ok?" said Benny, confused as Melissa squeezed the phone between her shoulder and ear as she continued pulling out rollers. "Good morning Mr. Lowenstein," said Melissa, unrolling and then listening to him for a good thirty seconds before speaking again. "Already? Wow...Of course Tasha can audition tomorrow. I just said she couldn't today in the text, and of course she can easily handle every Hannah Montana song... Seriously?... Fine? ..give me one minute and I'll facetime you." "Who's that?" Benny asked as she placed the phone down on the bed, muting it. "Did you just call me Tasha to someone else?" "Please honey? All you are going to do is smile when I tell you and say hi," said Melissa annoyed, pushing the button on the bed, lifting the back upward. "Nothing else, and just act cute. And yes he knows you as Tasha, so just play along and if everything continues the way it has while you were recuperating, you won't be dancing for sailors anymore. You'll be dancing in a sitcom." "Holy crap! A sitcom," gulped Benny, as she quickly brushed on a touch of blush. "Language?" scolded Melissa, pulling his hospital gown down, exposing his shoulder. "Yes... sure! Sorry," said Benny, getting excited. "Yes...Wow. This is so exciting!" "Ssshh easy please... now cute like little Tashie.. I'm sure you remember, and that's what they want here?" said Melissa, brushing his bangs before taking a big purple bow from a bag. "Now big adorable smile please, and one last second for me to move a few curls to finish the cuteness thing." "Sure," nodded Benny, cringing as she pulled back tight behind his bangs and felt a snap atop his head before she leaned back, taking one last look at him. "Mr. Lowenstein, here's your little Tasha," said Melissa, pulling some curls around his face on each side then holding the phone up towards him. "Hello Tasha!" said Mr. Lowenstein, over facetime. "Wow, you are as cute as advertised." "Hi," said Benny in his softest voice. "Thank you." "You really are just as pretty as those audition shots Melissa sent us," said Mr. Lowenstein, rubbing his chin. "So you are a wouldbe actress and singer, I see." "No, she's already a wonderful singer and an actress in training. Trust me, she can play many roles," said Melissa. "Now if you are looking for a diamond in the rough, then take a good look again Mr. Lowenstein? With her talent, she won't be an undiscovered pretty young girl much longer?" "Well, then let's hear one or two bars live from the so called lovely little Tashie," said Mr. Lowenstein. "All I heard on the tape were pop songs with a band. Obviously the girl has got a big voice, but does it translate to my tweens and under tens?" "Fine," said Melissa, whispering instructions in his ear. "She doesn't crack under pressure." "Ok.. sure," said Benny, as Melissa babbled in his ear and he nodded, somehow singing the kiddie pop song that was stuck resonating in his head. "On The Good Ship Lollipop... it's a sweet trip to a candy shop. Where bon-bons play ...on the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay." "Ok honey. Wow?" said Mr. Lowenstein, impressed. "Big voice.. pretty little thing.. I'm..?" "So did I tell you or what?" interrupted Melissa. "Now if I were you, I'd sign her before those adult chompers come in, and you've got the look you need right now. But hey, let me know as she'll be out at a special event later and with a lot of other ears listening!" "No need! You'll have the agreement within the hour Melissa, and fine. I'll pay you full scale for her," said Mr. Lowenstein, flabbergasted. "A fourteen year old girl that can pull off that dainty little girl look I need for the role, and sing like that is worth it. You already know from our conversations that I'm done working with the immature little princesses that can't take instructions. It costs me double on the set, so having a cutie that translates so much younger is worth her weight in gold, as long as she's willing." "Of course she's willing. She's a professional, and you can put her in a diaper if she could pull it off," joked Melissa. "You won't be sorry, and I'll be there with her to make sure she's the perfect little actress for you." "Well then," Mr. Lowenstein nodded. "I look forward to seeing you on set, Miss Fernandez and hopefully Tasha is as excited as we are." "Pleasure doing business with you, and just make sure you update the agreement accordingly," said Melissa, nudging him to wave goodbye. "She's fifteen today." "Tasha Fernandez, fifteen! Wow, it's amazing and obviously great genetics," said Mr. Lowenstein clicking off the facetime app. "See you next week, girls." "Did I just get booked on a sitcom?" asked Benny, stunned. "And as Tasha Fernandez?" "Yes, you did girl!" said Melissa, texting away on her phone, all giddy. "Yes!"!! "So, he thinks I'm fifteen, and a real girl?" Benny was unable to believe it. "Well of course you look much younger," said Melissa. "Especially now after your accident, but really it's a fresh start for you. It couldn't have worked out better for us." "I guess," said Benny, still somewhat dumbfounded. "But all these stage names? And Fernandez? That's your married name, and I'm not Hispanic? What about the band?" "Honey, it's solo stuff, and maybe you need to step back a little," replied Melissa, opening her purse. "The fellas have supported everything, and even chipped in for you through all this. They're incredible bandmates, and best thing you ever did was show loyalty. Thing is, Natasha Benjamin is the band name officially, and yes of course your stage name as the lead singer is Natasha Selina Benjamin when you're front and center, but that really is your only stage name. We discussed this and you know that." "Yeah, I got that," said Benny, shaking his head before giggling. "But you know my real last name is not Fernandez, and I'm from New Mexico, not Mexico. If that's what it takes to get on a sitcom, then Hispanic and Tasha Fernandez I am... Wait that's not illegal, right?" "Oh you are so precious and na?ve, Natasha," replied Melissa, handing him a document from her purse. "I just can't help but love that about you, darling." "All I can read is Selina Tasha Fernandez on here?" said Benny, looking it up and down. "The rest is in Spanish. I can't read that." "I know ,and we dropped Selina for the show, so you'd have some privacy away from the set if it takes off," said Melissa, turning her phone to selfie mode. "Smile, and tell me she isn't adorable. Cute curls and that huge bow on top. When you smile, you easily pass for a tall eight year old now. You heard Mr. Lowenstein, it's an incredible benefit having a mature young lady play a kiddie role? Why do you think they were so anxious to sign you, honey?" "My teeth! Holy shit!" gulped Benny, seeing the huge gap on his pretty face flanked by a series of long ribbon curls and a big bow behind his bangs atop his head. "They got knocked out in the accident and my face... I..." "Yes, that son of a bitch knocked out four teeth on top and two on the bottom. Unfortunately they were adult teeth of course, and when you're not playing a cute little girl, you'll need to wear a denture," said Melissa, unsnapping the bow from his head and opening a case, squirting some adhesive on his dentures. "But maybe I should translate the rest, honey. This my girl is your birth certificate, and just so you know, you're really not from New Mexico anymore. Well at least when we're not working in the states like on this sitcom. Now open and bite down." "Very funny. Thanks for trying to keep my mind off the tee--..Ggglllggg," Benny said as she shoved the denture into his mouth. She took a minute manipulating it and then fumbling around inside his mouth, as at least he eventually felt better, biting down now, having a full mouth of teeth. "I wasn't Selina," said Melissa, standing up and walking over wiping her hands. "Yes, while we're down here that's how I'll be referring to you, Selina Tasha. I think it's so pretty, and appropriately Latino, honey. Selina Tasha Fernandez, you might want to get used to it honey. Now let's get you dressed and out of here." "What's the difference what you call me anymore? Ouugghhh...Damnnn," screamed Benny, throwing up his arms, trying to get up as Melissa took a big garment bag from the closet. "What the hell?"?? "Easy!" yelled Melissa, hurrying over as Benny was in pain just from lifting his arms as she pushed them down. "Not yet honey. Your breasts are tender, and you shouldn't be lifting your arms over your head right now. You've barely had them two weeks, and I'm sure they're still sensitive." "I have breasts?" Benny leaned back in the bed, dumbfounded. "Of course, Selina," said Melissa, undoing the strings of the hospital gown around his neck. They're not big, but maybe in time once you mature, and in the meantime it's something I can more easily enhance when you're on tour with the band. Big wouldn't work on a little girl in the sitcom, so a full "A" is just enough to not be too much, and who know's how they'll really develop once your hormones really kick in. Sit a little forward, and I'll give them better support now." "Oh my gggaaawwwdd," yelled Benny, looking down as she took off the white hospital bra, staring at his little mounds before she looped a more firm, violet underwire bra over his breasts and snapped it behind his back. "This can't be happening? Where the hell did you bring me? I was playing roles, and why would you do this to me before I even decided if I wanted to go this far?" "It's already all happened honey, and you've signed off on everything?" said Melissa, touching his face and taking some items from the nightstand. "Maybe you should have read all the agreements more thoroughly you signed back in San Diego, instead of focusing on boasting about the money, teasing your buddies in your sailor outfit or spending so much time curling your hair." "No, I couldn't have agreed to this?" said Benny, floored, unable to take his eyes off his breasts in a bra, tearing up. "Where the hell did you bring me, Melissa?" "Honey, you're so young and these are decisions better left to real adults anyway," said Melissa, rolling her eyes. "You're in the hospital's recovery center now, but I guess you don't recall you've been in a few different places. You did lose a lot of blood to say the least. I only brought you here after I found you originally in that awful place where Tiny left you after he claimed you seduced him. Really, you should consider yourself lucky." "Seduced him?" shivered Benny. "He beat the living shit out of me!" "Again language, please honey. Plus, let's try not to think about him ever again," said Melissa, coming over and comforting him. "I guess its better your mind has blocked out some of what happened during your escapades with him, and just be thankful we had all the right documentation and enough money to fix you up properly." "You call this fixing?" said Benny, looking down at his boobs moving a bit as he quivered. "I expected the initial shock sweetie, and don't be nervous, everything has and will work out perfectly for you. Believe me, we all wish we could start over like you, and you're in Mexico just outside my husband's town where we met, and at the hospital where I've worked on an off for years," said Melissa, walking to the foot of the bed and pushing back his sheet. "Now be still so I can dilate you one last before we dress you. You've done so well, and as much as I want Selina to spend as much time as possible as my little Tasha, I know inside you're burning to be coming of age with all you've been through." "What the hell is that for?" Benny asked, seeing her squirt a gel all over a green, dildo looking item. "Please I'm so sore already from these boobs, I can't jump around so please don't stick that in my ass. Please I'll give you no trouble! Please, you said you'd dress me and we can leave!" "Selina, I've dilated you every day since surgery for the last six weeks, and now you're up to four times a day. Now legs bent at the knees, and don't squeeze in please?" said Melissa, sliding his legs up to a bent position before lifting the sheet and then he felt it go in. "This is the last time for today we'll be able to keep it short while I touch up your hair and makeup, but I don't want to skip it, especially today. Here, reach down and it'll be fine as long as you keep your arms from stretching upward. Go ahead, as you'll need to be doing this yourself soon anyway." She pulled off the sheet now and stretched down his arm, as there was no chance he could be prepared for what his hand touched. With his finger shivering, she guided his wrist, swirling around in every direction as he guided the dilator inside himself. "I don't even think I can speak." Benny looked away and then back down again. "It's ggg...It's gggoonn..." "Selina, we both know little girls shouldn't have to worry about such things, and now you no longer do," said Melissa, continually guiding his wrist, moving the dilator. "Just keep gentle, constant pressure which is needed, stretching the skin graft at the bottom of your vagina in order to maintain your original surgical vaginal depth. You must not attempt to push or force the dilator against the bottom of vagina in order to increase your existing vaginal depth, because it may cause a tear of the vaginal wall, which may lead to bleeding or vaginal fistula. Trust me, I'm your nurse, and as great as that feels...that'll come soon enough honey. You've already handled size four, which is the biggest dilator." "I can't believe this day," said Benny as she let go, leaving him to dilate himself. "I.. I.. can't believe you just said I've been here six weeks and... and...." "Sweetie, what you've gone through was a lot for any girl," said Melissa, working on his eyes. "Not just a girl who needed a little fixing down below. You had your jaw broken and wired shut. Your nose fixed and lips done, and that's just the cosmetic stuff you barely needed. Sure it was a great opportunity to even shrink that button nose a touch or enhance your natural baby face shaving away any Adam's apple, but really you look just as cute as you've ever looked. At least now after laser hair removal, you'll never need to shave anywhere, permanent long lashes that will look amazing even before an ounce of mascara, and you'll probably have perky boobs for life. Trust me, you signed off to do the right thing Miss Selina Fernandez, so let's get you up and dressed now!" "Ooohhh..." sighed Benny as she helped him softly pull it out after ten minutes or so of dilation. "I still can't believe..." "Believe this day has come," said Melissa, gingerly rolling some stockings up his legs, getting emotional. "Me either?" "So then.. that birth certificate you showed me?" gulped Benny. "What does that really say?" "It's say you turn fifteen today Selina, just like you heard me tell Mr. Lowenstein," said Melissa, slipping his feet in tall, thin 5 1/2 inch silver glitter covered stilettos, and fastening the strap around his ankle. "I told you today's a big day. Now stop making this so hard on me, and stand up. As it is, I'll be a wreck seeing you like this?" "You a wreck!? What about me?" Benny looked down as she clipped a purple garter belt around his waist and began fastening it to the thigh high, soft violet tinted sheer hose. "I'm not even a man anymore." "Exactly, and you're already about to become a young lady coming of age! Where's my little girl?! Trust me, I can't wait to see her again," Melissa wept for a moment, sucking in her mucus and wiping her eyes, composing herself, squirting a glob of gel into her hands. "I can't even take it!" "You can't take it?" Benny began to say, looking down as she began greasing the front of his hair and took her comb, brushing from right to left. "You already took it." "That's not what I meant, and be appreciate to be alive after all you went through! After all the blood you lost! We could have lost you instead of a few unnecessary dangling parts which were barely hanging on as it was, after your incident," said Melissa, straightening his shoulders and wiping her hands with a small towel. "Now keep your pretty little composure and just count your lucky stars." "I guess," gulped Benny, watching her take the package from the bed, removing the sparkly dress and kneeling down. "But I don't feel so lucky right now!" "Well you should, because girls would kill to look like you," replied Melissa, lifting his leg inside it. "Please just step in and we'll both face reality today, Selina. It's your special day, so let's keep it special without any bickering, so we can both enjoy it." "I think our ideas of a special day are quite different, Melissa," said Benny, stepping into the dress as the sparkly dress rose up his body. "I used to think our wild sex was what made it a special day. How wrong was I?" "They'll be time for Natasha and Melissa again honey, but sadly not while we're here in Mexico, Selina. Now suck in your lungs," said Melissa, tightening the delicate cords on his spine and adjusting the strapless dress across his boobs. "Today is your Quincea?era, and that honey is as special a day down here as there could be." "Really?" Benny gasped as he looked down, seeing himself in the little shiny purple bodice with a short flaring skirt exposing his thin legs. "A quin-a- what?" "Yes, Really," said Melissa as she looked into his eyes and he saw something glistening in the light before she lifted these huge earrings to his ears and fastened them on. "Quinceanera." "But..." Benny said as Melissa put her finger over his lips, shushing him before clipping a big tennis bracelet over his wrist and then pushed at his nose. "But nothing, honey," Smiled Melissa, stepping back and taking a huge skirt from the bag, holding it out in front of him. "Quincea?era is the Spanish word for a girl who is 15 years old, which is what your birth certificate shows you as. That's how old you'll be while working down here out of the states on your sitcom and doing some Latino appearances. Now step in very carefully, and I'll guide your heels inside." "Huuuhh...I heard of that?" gulped Benny, watching the dress ride up over the shorter skirt, staring down at the monstrous dress as he'd never been in anything like that before. "You saying that's today's event? I thought..." "Selina, a Quincea?era also is the name given to the coming-of-age celebration on a girl's 15th birthday, and today as jealous as that will make me, today Miss Selina Tasha Fernandez, you'll be everyone's darling, not just mine. Chin up please, honey," Melissa ordered, straightening his face and then he felt the distinct weight being snapped to his head. "Now please, you think this is easy on me looking as beautiful as you do!" He stood half understanding and half confused as she added pin after pin to his head and then he watched the purple bow that sat momentarily atop his head suddenly move out of his eyes between her fingers before he felt it snap in the back. He looked down, never having such long square tipped French nails on his fingers, and not used to having such long flowing locks stream down to his waist. For a moment, he wondered why he even needed to be in heels, as the huge skirt blossomed out, surrounding him, as there was nothing from the waist down to see. "Nurse Lissa, sorry to interrupt," said the orderly. "The man of honor is here, and the limo has also arrived." "Ok, she'll be out in a minute," replied Melissa, picking at his curls and then saturating his head in spray. "Wait, you're leaving me, and what the hell is a man of honor!" Benny demanded as she touched his neck with some perfume and then his wrists. "No don't worry, I'll be there with you at the party, and so will everyone," said Melissa, softly squeezing his hands. "All the girls from my company and the club. Your band, my husband, his entire family, the staff from the hospital that helped you, and probably half this small town. It's your special night, and look at you with all these curls in that dress! You have come of age, and you're so beautiful." Benny could hardly believe his own eyes as he stared at himself in an immense violet purple A-line ball room gown he had only seen on television for outlandish sweet sixteen parties, or on Cinderella. He looked utterly breathtaking, almost feeling lost beneath the dress's tremendous skirt of sparkly glitter tulle, and countless organza ruffles cascading with layers forming a lightweight, huge bell shape. Even in such a spectacular long ball gown skirt, this was certainly no fairytale as he stared, amazed at his new breasts in the strapless, sweetheart neckline corset with lace up back adorned with lace appliques, rhinestones and glistening beading. Easily now he realized his thin frame looked even more delicate, as he had lost at least thirty pounds during his recuperation, as even his arms seemed so thin and delicate. He had no choice but to softly smirk, curiously feeling some discomfort across his partial dentures before forcing himself to smile, realizing the uncomfortable sensation was the metal across his teeth. He realized now that all Melissa's fussing inside was to do more than cement in his false teeth, as a shiny silver wire with lavender diamond shape brace ties now spanned from side to side across the top and bottom his bright white teeth. His lips also seemed so much plumper, lined in lilac and filled with a pearl pink gloss as he wasn't sure if they were swollen or pushed out under the braces. What he did know for sure was that his complexion seemed so silky smooth, and that silver glitter shadow above his thinly lined eyes glistened behind his incredibly long curled lashes. A lavender purple accent color now blended in with a darker plum at the outside creases, and a deep plum highlighted his high cheek bones. His auburn hair now seemed a few shades darker, in a chestnut red, but maybe that was from all the greasy gel or heavy hold hairspray. In front, his former bangs were swept away, now slicked across from the right to left as a right side part sat carved at his temple. Behind the gelled back section, a small princess tiara shone like a beacon in crystal and rhinestones, telling the world that the birthday girl had on her party crown. Behind the added girly bling, there would be nothing small with regards to his hair, as endless layers of thick long dark auburn spiral curls rested behind his ears, shoulders and down his back. There would also be no missing the long three teared diamond drop earring that hung from his lower hole and now above them two other small diamond studs graced each lobe. Between his tennis bracelet, a shiny ring on each hand and the little diamond chip in his left nostril, there would bling and sparkle with his every turn. He took a step, feeling his high heels under the immense skirt, wishing the clock would strike midnight and maybe he'd even be transformed back, but that wasn't meant to be, as he felt nothing but curls slide across his shoulders and heavy earrings bounce off his neck. "This is all too much.... And please...you didn't answer my other question?" said Benny, touching his face and then sliding his hands nervously across the big skirt of his dress. "The man of honor? Are you telling me I'll be at this party with a date? Even after all this, you know I don't like..!" "The man of honor is just a boy who accompanies the young woman to her celebration," said Melissa, putting her finger over his lips. "He's not your boyfriend really, but well.. traditionally at the Quincea?era, many potential suiters will present you gifts and ..?" "And it is his birthday party as well, Selina," said a voice from behind them. "Oh hey sweetie," said Melissa, walking over, kissing her husband who was standing in the doorway now. "Hi Armando?" Benny bowed his head, embarrassed after their last moment. "You look very beautiful, young lady," said Armando, coming in and kissing his cheek. "And it's my pleasure to meet you? I've heard so much about you, princess. My nephew will be a lucky guy to have you on his arm." "Oh, nice to meet you too," said Benny, looking up at Melissa, winking at him. "Nephew?" "Ramiro, she's ready," said Armando, peeking out of the room and waving someone in. "Come on in and why don't you two get to know each other. Selina, this is my nephew, Ramiro Rodriguez on my sister in law's side." "Oh hello, and happy birthday Ramiro," said Benny, looking up at the tall handsome muscle bound boy with his hair slicked back, in a black tuxedo with his bow tie matching Benny's ball gown. "Gracias," said Ramiro, taking his hand and kissing his wrist. "Es un honor Selina, and alegre se siente mejor?" "Uuumm," said Benny, caught off guard with Ramiro looking into his eyes. "Sure." "Sorry?" said Ramiro, sliding his hand gently into Benny's. "Ahhh.. English no so good... Estoy muy nerviosa Very... nerviosa?" "You're nervous?" Benny asked, staring at Melissa for help. "He's nervous?" "You'll both be fine. He understands enough Selina, but just can't speak it that well. You too should be fine together. Now Ramiro, please help Melissa carry out all Selina's bags, and you can put them in the trunk of my Benz. We'll be right out, but I'd like to present Selina with her first gift.," said Armando, handing Melissa his keys, and Benny a small wrapped box. "It's tradition." "Si," said Ramiro, letting go of Benny's hand before he picked up the two suitcases and rolled another huge one, following Melissa like her pack rat. "Oh, you didn't have to," said Benny, searching for what to say. "I feel funny accepting anything, Armando?" "Please don't," said Armando, pushing it in his hand. "But I shouldn't," said Benny, pushing it back gently. "Open it, princess." Armando pushed back Benny's wrist. "I insist." "Yes sir," said Benny, looking away and then taking a breath before pulling the ribbon and then opening a small box. "Wow, what a nice... Ummm beautiful ring?" "I thought it would look perfect on you," said Armando, taking it from the box and grabbing Benny's index finger. "Consider it a gift towards your impending dowry, and let's hope for a prosperous future for you." "What's a dow--," Benny watched the ring slide over his index finger. "It's beautiful on you Selina," Armando exclaimed. "Uuumm.. Thank you?" said Benny, holding out his fingers, amazed at the sparkling series of diamonds on his fingers. "It's so generous. Ramiro is so lucky to have such a wonderful uncle, and I can only imagine what a special gift you may have given to your own nephew." "Funny you asked that, Selina," said Armando, taking him by the elbow ,escorting him from the room as they headed out of the hospital, stopping just in the vestibule, seeing Ramiro standing beside the limo, awaiting him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but he got a gift that's much more special. He did just turn 18, so for men of our heritage, that's his coming of age and we spared no expense, so his could be perfect." "Wow I look forward to..." Benny began to say as Melissa came in, interrupting. "Ready honey, and wow!" said Melissa, taking his hand, nodding with a big grin of approval and then nudging him. "Selina Tasha Fernandez, that is gorgeous on you! You said thank you right?" "I did, and I guess.... Well I guess, I have to be ready right?" said Benny, flipping his curls on his shoulder, feeling the butterflies spinning his stomach before taking a deep breath, turning and kissing Armando's cheek. "Thank you again very much. I definitely don't deserve such a nice gift from both of you, and sorry I meant to finish my sentence, saying I look forward to seeing what you got Ramiro?" "You already seen it, Selina," replied Armando with a grin, opening the door. "I have?" asked Benny stepping out and stopping, glancing back over his shoulder, whispering to Melissa. "I'm sorry I'm so embarrassed? How could I have missed something so special?" "Look again honey, and I wouldn't be sorry if I were you?" said Armando, stepping out and escorting him a few steps towards the limo. "See the reflection in that reflective black window? Doesn't that look like something special? In fact, I'd say extraordinary for a special young man with raging hormones coming into his own?" "But," gulped Benny as his jaw dropped, staring at the beautiful young girl in the big dress, feeling faint. "But you've been dilated enough. I've sure your hormones are raging a bit already as well, and unfortunately there's no doubt you're ready to fully become more than the pretty girl we've helped you become tonight. Now let me add my gift to the birthday girl," said Melissa, touching his shoulder from behind and moving his hair as she hooked something behind his neck. "Melissa, you can't be saying what I think you're saying?" said Benny, feeling a shiver down his spine as he looked down at the script "Selina" nameplate necklace in diamonds that now sat just above his cleavage. "Oh Selina.... as much as it kills me to say it. "Melissa said before pausing as Benny watched a tear stream down her cheek in the car's reflection. "Tonight, you will become a woman and he'll become a man. It's good luck, being that you're entirely pure down there anyway, and we spared no expense to make one hundred percent sure our nephew will enjoy that rare experience that a boy with his family's prosperity would give almost anything to ensure." "Ohh mmy gawd!" gulped Benny, feeling himself grow moist down below, and goosebumps across his entire body as he spun around, looking into Melissa's eyes, pleading. "Please Melissa, I'm not even really a girl. I'm not really fifteen and certainly not... you know.. a virgin." "Sweetheart, you do realize we're in Mexico, and this certainly isn't Albuquerque anymore. Forget anything that ever existed, because you had no family there and certainly no real friends, except for the ones looking at you as their meal ticket. Your days living life in a band mates basement or garage and struggling, is over. You're now in a place surrounded by love with hopes of prosperity. said Melissa, holding him by both shoulders, looking into his eyes. "I know you can't read the documents in Spanish just yet, but in fact you Selina Tasha Fernandez are a female teenage Mexican citizen, and don't worry, I am not only your agent but have taken on the burden of also becoming your legal guardian until this country recognizes you as 21. I had to perform unthinkable sexual acts on more corrupt politicians than I care to think about to make all this happen for you. For that alone, even without all the money and things we did to nurse you back to becoming this enchanting young girl, I hope you are at least appreciative for." "No Melissa, please tell me this isn't true," sighed Benny, stunned. "You're worth it princess, and don't be upset. Our time will come again, and as nervous as I am for you, I want you to enjoy tonight to the full extent," said Melissa, nervously moving some curls from his back to his shoulders, looking into his eyes. "For opportunities like yours honey... well countries like this are lands of opportunity, so don't be too worried as it's already worked out for the best. Sure, it's your new identity, so when you play in the states, it'll be as a foreigner and a minor, and don't worry I'll be with you every step of the way until your 21, and no doubt well beyond. Natasha Selina Benjamin like I've told you before will serve as a wonderful stage name with the group, and that old gross Benny persona has been long flushed away, just like his disgusting counterpart that used to waste space between those pretty legs of yours. Now it may be scary at the moment, but really you're a lucky girl and well... just don't mention some of your past escapades to Ramiro, but of course those will help you later on tonight because what I'm looking at... well, is as special a young, innocent pure stunning girl as I've ever seen." "Well then I hate to interrupt the waterworks, girls, but ... Enjoy your Quincea?era, Selina," said Armando, interupting, calling his nephew towards him. "Come nephew, and she's all yours now, Ramiro." "Gracias, uncle!" said Ramiro, lifting Benny off his feet and into the limo. "Muchias Gracias por esto!" "Wait, what does that mean?" moaned Benny. "You're not coming?" "No Selina," replied Melissa with a frown as she waved goodbye. "Have fun, but not too much fun. It's a quick ride, and be a gentleman, Ramiro." "Si," said Ramiro, nodding as he cuddled in Benny. Before the door even closed, Ramiro's lips were all over Benny's as Melissa leaned in, kissing her husband and then let out a deep sigh as the limo pulled away. "There goes six weeks hard work, and another two months in planning before that, to find her," said Melissa, slumping against his shoulder as he squeezed his arm around her. "That jerk nephew of yours better not damage my princess, or his dick will be the next one I snip off." "It's the best thing for her, Melissa," said Armando, squeezing his wife. "Ramiro will get the fringe benefits tonight, and then I'm sure you'll use her up until you throw her away when she gets too old." "Be nice," said Melissa, softly pinching his arm. "That was so hard giving her to him." "Relax," chuckled Armando. "We both know you won't be letting her out of your sight at the "Why should I? All you disgusting dogs will be there ogling her. If you or Snake would have gotten to her first, you'd probably rip the poor little thing open before she's fully healed and ready," said Melissa, rubbing his arm as they walked together, getting into their car. "And you saw her, sure maybe I can only get a couple of years on a kiddie sitcom before she blossoms a little, but I'll get at least another decade out of that baby face, doing shows. When she's thirty, she'll probably only look twenty one, and by then she'll have made a killing with the band, and that's without working the pole. Now let's go to the party, because you're right, I don't want to leave her without watching every step. She's delicate, and that's the way I've planned on keeping her since the first time I saw her in the Albuquerque shit hole." "And you'll be watching later tonight, too?" said Armando. "If I know you, then I'm sure there's a camera hidden in their suite." "Please.. like I'd only have one. There's four! Now step on the gas, because I won't have her looking a mess before she even gets inside to her celebration. "said Melissa, smiling. "The pig had his lips all over her, and the door to the limo wasn't even closed yet." "I'm going. Stay calm," said Armando. "Remember it was you that made him so pretty, and he knows that sex isn't an option until after the party." "Let's hope so, because I did lecture him to behave, and that I would unclip the big skirt before the last dance tonight," sighed Melissa. "It just doesn't come off so easy, and there are a lot of clips. I don't want it ripped, and she deserves the same romantic experience like any Quincea?era." "Which I'll sure he'll provide," said Armando. "We'll see," said Melissa with a huff. "By then, and once he sees her legs in the short skirt, it'll be over.... by then any will power to wait he has will be almost gone. Who knows, maybe by then Selina's hormones might get the best of her too, and I will be curious once the night gets chilly and the big skirt is gone, which one of them will be the first to realize that she's not wearing any panties ." "If Ramiro made it that long, then he'll have made it longer and had more will power than you ever had," teased Armando. "So let's hope, because you know his nickname, right?" "Yes I know it's his name backwards, and I already threatened him, so he damn well knows he better!" replied Melissa with a giggle. "Rodriquez Ramiro! Yeah I know its Ramrod, but it makes me emotional to say it, or accept it." "Why?" asked Armando. "You Ramrodded the little bitch pretty well yourself already." "Because it just means my pretty princess will be getting fucked again," said Melissa, staring out the window while reaching down, touching herself, getting excited, wet and salivating from the mouth. "And damn... by a nice hard ramrod...Uuuggghh yeaahhh....yyyuumm... she's so lucky. It's been so tantalizing that I almost wish I could start this con all over again!" "No, let's just get rich on the little bitch like we planned," said Armando, pulling up at the party behind the limo. "In a couple of years, you can marry her off to Ramiro, and we'll have even more control if you want it." "Watch your tongue husband, and I'm barely handling this, let alone making her a bride," said Melissa sternly grasping the car door handle, ready to step out of the car. "As beautiful as she'd look, or as lucky as she'd make your nephew, that is not even a consideration, so wipe that from your demented mind." "Why not? You have her, plus a husband, boyfriend and whatever else you never tell me about," said Armando, trying to plan ahead. "I'm sure you can train her to handle the same and..." "And slow down! That's my little cupcake, and of course she'll be a great earner. Did you lose your mind and forget your place?" said Melissa angrily, taking her purse and holding her finger on the phone. "See this? That's Tiny on speed dial, so just try fucking with me about her? Now I'll handle business and you'll do as instructed. Remember Mr. Fernandez, that you as yourself are barely 5'2 and 135 pounds soak and wet, so don't screw with my girl or the next time you wake up my sexy Armando will be an Amanda, dancing back up to Selina. Did I make myself clea,r darling?" "Crystal!" nodded Armando as she stepped out of the car. "Good, then fetch my makeup bag and hair tools from the trunk like a good little bitch, and let's get them right inside so I can touch her up before we deliver her to your family," said Melissa, all business now. "It's not every day you get to present such a precious virgin Quincea?era, but that my love can easily change with all the new contacts I've sucked off to make this happen, and most of them will be here tonight! "Right on it, dear," said Armando, hopping on her command and following her inside, carrying all that she asked and more. Benny was now accustomed to playing many roles, yet thirty minutes later with his makeup freshened up, the chestnut auburn haired Mexican princess made her debut, playing an entirely new role as an enchanting young lady with all eyes upon him. This time though, instead of being the hired help dancing or the revered vixen, he made a grand entrance on the arm of the young beefcake through a sea of dry ice, assuming the role as the belle of the ball about to be romanced. He was used to dancing with men on while display, but in a strange way this was even more uncomfortable, being held, slow dancing with his man of honor. He had no clue how to do anything but hold on gingerly, and twirl slowly when spun as he danced to Latin language songs he didn't understand. It got even stranger waltzing with Armando's relatives, as he was accustomed to being a focal point of dirty old men, but certainly not like this. When their turns came, slow dancing to songs with John, then Kenny and both Henry and Sal, he never felt more uncomfortable as they each got a shot twirling him around like he was their niece or little cousin. Three minute songs with each band member seemed more like an hour, as at least the last time they danced they were so high that not a moment registered on the minds of either side. At least though this time there'd be no grinding or lips touching his, as leaving his lipstick stain on their cheeks when it ended felt like such a welcome relief. It was such an incredible night of celebration, like nothing he'd ever seen as young men he didn't know presented him with gifts like he was their girlfriend, and posed with him like he was a celebrity. Having teenage boys acting more nervous than he was as they tussled for his attention seemed just as bizarre as this entire event, but the singer in him still loved the attention. The women attempting to teach him to salsa drew the laughter of everyone, and he even enjoyed some dancing with the younger kids. When Melissa egged him on to take the microphone to belt out the few JLo songs he knew, everyone flooded the dance floor, and he was suddenly lifted off his feet. It was a rush that he loved like he was on stage, as he sang from an elevated chair above the heads of four young men, being paraded around the room as he entertained the room. The five hour party actually seemed to fly by, as he barely ate a sliver when finally they placed down his chair down and the lights grew low. When Ramiro took his hand and he stood from the chair, the softest Latin music set the tone as a spot light softly shone down on him. It took only a moment for Ramiro to regain his place as the Quincea?era's man of honor, as his lips pressed down on Selina's, making sure every other potential suiter knew he had claimed her for his own. As Ramiro's tongue awkwardly pressed against his braces while it tried find its way towards the back of his throat, flash backs of his own awkward teenage kissing when he was the boy, sprung through his mind. A few quick gasps as finally he accepted it, swirling tongues seemed to symbolize this entire experience, as he could feel himself become completely acquiescent, melting into this studly boy's arms. Twenty two years as Benny had been washed down his throat as a faint memory, replaced by what felt like an instantaneous life makeover, instead of what was seemingly weeks or months it took to transform him into this delicate princess. It was almost like everything felt fresh and new like when he had taken his first few breaths after stepping out of the fart filled truck ride from Albuquerque, as the air tasted so pure, like the young girl he'd become. When their kiss finally paused, a short pant filled his lungs before he couldn't help but kiss back his date instead of just going through the motions like previously, or in the limo, now instinctively rifling his nails through Ramiro's hair and pressing up against his rock hard chest. Never had a kiss felt so soft and tender to him, as his own plumped up lips seemed more luscious and wet. When the romantic kiss ended, all he could feel were goosebumps down his spine as he paused, terrified, looking into Ramiro's dark brown eyes, wondering what the hell had come over him. Applause erupted from every direction now as all he could do was smile nervously, giving his most princess-ly bow, soaking up the moment as the belle of the ball, while flash bulbs popped endlessly. It felt invigorating yet scary, knowing his life would never be the same, as his ringlets seemed to tumble across his shoulders as he held onto his tiara, almost afraid to stand back up and face what was upcoming. When the applause finally ceased and he had to stand erect, awaiting the last dance, reality would now hit him harder than any of Tiny's blows, knowing the celebration would soon come to a close. He could no longer handle his emotions as he began to cry uncontrollably as his hormones now took over, grasping that standing erect in high heels would be his only form of erection. Curls now would be the only thing he had left dangling, knowing this belle's balls had been snipped away while she ,before accepting such a deep kiss that brought a new type of fantasy to his life. With the drama queen moment behind him, the last song was queued and Melissa helped him off with the big ball skirt. When his heels stepped from inside it, he was immediately joined by Ramiro for their last dance, not hesitating, taking his hand and then clutching his neck. When he looked into his eyes this time, he'd been anointed as a young woman, no longer coming of age as her time had now arrived. If there was even a moment of doubt, it was quickly blown away as she felt the breeze whisk up her skirt as she pushed forward against her date, afraid it would blow up for all to see. She looked over at Melissa for support or assistance, but that wouldn't be coming her way as she now was the one overcome with emotion, seeing her eyes filled with tears. Just a soft nod and wink towards Melissa, before she leaned in, whispering in Ramiro's ear told her he'd be ok, and she leaned up, initiating a deeper kiss than even before, as they held each other tightly during that last dance. Just feeling him erect under her panty- less short skirt brought back so many memories of the former Benny's club dancing, yet this felt so different as much as the package poking at him felt the same. When the last dance ended and the party came to a close, the belle of the ball no longer needed hers, as she took her man to the room and somehow her hormones took over just as his did. The door was barely closed as Selina undid his belt and now somehow couldn't wait for what she'd once needed to be coerced or forced to accept. When Ramiro's pants slid to his ankles, all she could do was smile and drop to her knees. A few little gulps to moisten it felt like she hadn't tasted something that amazing in years, but she stopped quickly, not wanting him to grow too overly excited, as it was a different hunger that they both shared. With an alluring grin on her face, she turned and walked over across the room before sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking ready for the taking. Their unbridled passion now seemed unstoppable as Ramiro lifted her back higher onto the sheets as she lay, while he climbed carefully atop her. When their lips touched now and she felt his flesh poke near his crotch, she was never so ready, parting her legs. That initial penetration was a feeling of breathlessness that never seemed to return, as he winced and shivered, digging his nails into the sheets. The new pleasure and pain brought both tears of suffering and then joy, as he screamed like never before, yet never wanted it to end. End it would though fairly quickly, as Ramiro was much too excited to last long, and in a way Benny was thankful as Selina both physically and emotionally was in no way ready, yet she had done it anyway. Either way, she was all woman now, never realizing how wonderful it would be, and felt a warmth through her body like none before as they fell asleep in each other's arms after a wonderful five minutes of tender love making. "Ohhhh Ramiro... Ooooohhhh yeah," Selina was awoken by feeling him inside her. "Ohhhh.. yes... yes... Oooohhhhh." "Oh, so this is how you like to wake up now?" said Melissa. "Me too, and who doesn't?" "Melissa? What the?" Selina was startled by her sitting between her legs. "Good morning, cupcake," Laughed Melissa as she looked down. "I guess you enjoyed that handsome boy then last night?". "Well, what can I say?" "How about thank you, and then you can finish dilating yourself while I get the princess, ready." "Ok, thanks." "And thanks again, as that was some party. Amazing!" "You're welcome, and I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Melissa, wiping at Selina's face. "And you had a wonderful after party too then, didn't you?" "Well.. yeah," said Selina, biting her lip before sitting up a little, looking around the room. "I guess I did.. Wait, where's Ramiro?" "Back to work, silly. It's Monday," said Melissa, handing her a glass of milk."You're a little too young to be a housewife already?" "Not funny," "Wait I have work now too?" "Yup, open please," said Melissa, forcefully pulling out the denture. "Like this?" gulped Selina, grossed out, seeing the teeth being tossed into a liquid. "Of course, my little princess," replied Melissa, taking his hand and helping her from the bed. "Stand up, honey and you can stop now." "Ok." "Today, I'll be teaching you a few more things about feminine hygiene, and you'll need to learn to clean yourself," said Melissa, having Selina step into some basic white cotton panties. "Yeah, I guess I'll need to know everything", embarrassed as she slipped her inside a matching white cotton bra. "Good gir, and first lesson is we change our underwear after every dilation," said Melissa, snapping the bra in the back. "Well really just the panties, and you're in more of a training bra anyway until you blossom a little more. Hands in, honey." "And how long will that take?" Selina asked as she slipped her arms into a white shirt and began buttoning it up quickly. "I'm not really sure? Sit please?" said Melissa, bending and sliding some socks up to his knees. "Was your mother busty?" "A little? Am I supposed to get like her?" Selina replied as she slipped on the shoes. "They say to use that as a benchmark, but you could take after either side," said Melissa, standing straight up again and digging a brush into the front of Selina's hair. "Or if we're not satisfied with that at a later time, we can pop out these little implants and take you so much bigger." "I figured," Selina cringed as Melissa brushed down hard into her face. "Ouucchh." "Well yeah it might hurt, but by then you'll be a big girl and can take it better," Smiled Melissa, brushing across her forehead and then using her comb, parting Selina's hair. "Chin up and I'll need to fix these. I let your bangs grow out a little while you were recuperating, but that we'll fix right now." "Ok, but that's what I meant," said Selina, closing her eyes as she quickly trimmed them across his brows. "Yeah, I know," smirked Melissa as in went her big curling iron ,twisting the bangs under for a minute. "But you know how I love you being adorable, and that's also what the studio wants." "I know," Selina replied as she unrolled her bangs and starting sectioning with her fingers. "I'm really nervous. You know I've never..." "Never done tons of things that you'll be doing, and you'll be fine," said Melissa, tugging hard. "Ouucchh..." "But nothing, and please, enough whining," said Melissa, pulling on Selina's hair tightly. "Maybe you'll need to play a baby with all your moaning. Now please, just another minute and we can go." "Sorry," She looked down as she twisted feverishly atop her head as she just stood there while Melissa took no mercy pulling at Selina's hair. "Thank you," said Melissa, touching each lobe now. "Now hands up, and then off we go." "Wait, this again?" said Benny seeing the plaid pattern settle over his body. "I thought..." "You thought what?" Melissa asked as she straightened the straps over Selina's shoulder and then zipped up the back. "Now I allowed you your little fling, and I told you no whining. Now I'll do the thinking, please." "Yes I'm sorry." Selina looked down at her knees. "But..?" "Fine, what's your worry?" said Melissa, bending down, looking into her eyes and spritzing the bangs. "You're worried about acting again? You'll be fine. You're a natural, honey." "Well yeah, but.. well then why am I in this outfit from the club that you found me in?" Selina asked, "I thought that stuff was behind me now and ..." "Oh honey it is, and this isn't that outfit. Maybe it reminds you of that, but come let me show you," said Melissa, taking her by the hand to the large mirror near the bathroom. "This is your uniform. It's Monday morning, remember?" "Uniform?" Selina asked. "For the sitcom?" "No, for school, silly?" Melissa stood next to Selina, straightening the shoulder straps. "Here in Mexico, you have to attend school first, and then you'll shoot the show. It's not like the US, where they home school or have private tutoring." "School! As a teenage girl!" Selina exclaimed as her eyes almost popped out of her head. "But I graduated high school in the US years ago!" "But Selina, and especially little Tasha didn't, and there's so much to learn for you," said Melissa, licking her fingers and wetting a few stray hairs, patting them down with her saliva. "Now we'll start slow, and eventually we'll progress you to high school once you're ready. Look for yourself, you're far from ready." Selina stood there once again set back as a little girl, certainly not expecting to be leaving in a white shirt blouse beneath a navy, green and grey plaid romper. Beneath the round collar, a match cross-tie was clipped at her neck line, and matching plaid bow tie bows sat high at each temple. Simple curled under bangs fronted her middle parted hair, and behind them neat French braided pigtails swung from beneath the bows. Simple navy socks stretched to just beneath her knees, and basic navy saddle shoes graced her feet. She could hardly believe she looked so young without a stich of makeup, and it was impossible not to stare at the huge gap in her teeth. As similar as this was to what she danced in that night in the club, it was in a way completely different, as the pleated skirt spanned down, covering her calves, exposing nothing but her boney knees. "Now relax, at least we can afford private school for you, and you'll only be in homeroom with the other little girls," said Melissa, handing Selina a Dora backpack. "After that, you'll be with private teachers, as you need to perfect your Spanish, Miss Fernandez, and so much more." "Are you kidding? But I was just having sex, and now look at me?" Selina threw up her arms, frustrated. "I.." "No, Selina was ... the dirty girl... and I'll chalk up this little tantrum to your little imbalance problem, right?" Melissa injected a needle into a vile. "Come here, please." "Yes, Melissa," Selina nodded, walking towards her sheepishly. "But what about the sitcom?" "School is 7am to 2pm, and then ninety minutes of dance, and then work from 4pm to 7pm," said Melissa, lifting Selina's skirt, squeezing her thigh and injecting her. "Girls your age work only a few hours a day, and you'll be rehearsing for two weeks before you shoot for real. In the meantime, grab your dance bag over there, which has your ballet and tap shoes inside, and that's your pink tutu hanging on the door you'll be wearing later. Two weeks will be good for you honey, and whether it's working as Tasha or Selina, you'll need to perfect your Spanish. Once my little girl has the basics down, then Selina can take over and we'll advance back the Quincea?era stage." "Ok," Selina rubbed her thigh. "Good girl," said Melissa. "Now study and work hard, because it's a busy week. After all the work is done, I'm letting Selina go out with Ramiro on Friday night, and then we drive for shows for Natasha and the fellas on Sat and Sunday in LA. Behave and that will serve as our semi-regular routine until one of your personas demands we split your time differently." "Wow, ok," Selina was getting excited that she was on her way. "But when will there be time for us?" "Us? There was never an us, young lady?" smiled Melissa, hearing a knock at the door and answering it. "Tiny?" Selina shivered at seeing him. "Carry her stuff and give us a minute," said Melissa, handing him the tutu and dance bag. "Sure, I'll wait in the hall," said Tiny. "I don't understand?" said Benny. "What are you saying, and you can't be sending me out with him alone?" "All I'm saying is I'm married, I have a boyfriend and like 3 or 4 jobs," replied Melissa, coming over and touching Selina's face. "I'm saying fifteen year old actresses or wannabe singers do as they're told without question. I'm saying right now your only role is to do what I say so, are we clear, young lady?" "Yes." "Good girl, and give me no trouble, and he'll give you no trouble," said Melissa, kissing her on the forehead, opening the door. "Now don't be late." "Ok," Selina answered, scared to go outside with Tiny. "But why him? Can't anyone else take me?" "Oh... well.... I guess its best you know, he's my boss and always has been," said Melissa, softly patting Selina's ass. "Now run along, study hard and do everything you're asked. Do that and then maybe there will be a little us time again, if he allows it." "I'd say cupcake will, or else we'll have us time, me and her, and without those front chompers, it should be really interesting," Grinned Tiny. "You're saying even this was a con! Everything was! Even losing my..." asked Selina, pushing down against her skirt's flat crotch. "What was that, Miss Natasha Selina?" said Melissa, raising her voice and grinning. "Nothing!" said Selina, taking the dance bag from Tiny and grabbing his hand. "I'm a good girl and I do as I'm told. School will be fun, and this Mexican Sinorita is looking forward to dance school, acting and singing her lungs out. I'll date Ramiro as much as you want, and work 24/7. All is just perfect, and I couldn't be happier." "I thought that's what you said," Melissa laughed as she closed the door. "I'll pick you up after dance school, and if that attitude keeps up all week, then maybe I will let you wear that cute tutu for me at home in the near future."