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She was determined the family money would be hers, but how far would
she would go to get it, and what it would cost her?
THE PRODUCER
by BobH
(c) 2018.
- 1 -
The day that changes your life forever usually starts like any other.
Mine certainly did.
It began with me sitting at my vanity, doing my make-up. The final part
of the process was always my lip gloss and, as I usually did after I'd
applied it, I sat back on the stool and examined my reflection
approvingly. I fluffed up my hair, loving how it felt brushing my bare
shoulders. Standing up, I took a few steps in my strappy, four inch
heels before adjusting my breasts in their tube top, patting my naked
midriff, and running my hands down over my ass, across which was
stretched the seat of my 'spray-on' jeans. Everything was still
reassuringly firm. I'd be devastated if it wasn't.
Then I frowned, something I hated doing since it could lead to lines. I
knew I was the very definition of a beautiful young Californian - going
blonde at thirteen, having a personal trainer since fourteen, and Sam
paying for a nose job and cheek lifts at fifteen had seen to that - but
nothing could stop the march of time. I worried that I was already
twenty-four and I'd yet to make any sort of mark as an actress.
Socially, I was part of the young Hollywood set, but more because of
who Sam was than as a result of anything I'd accomplished myself. Even
so, it took money to keep up appearances, to never be seen in the same
outfit twice and suchlike. But now Sam was threatening to limit my
spending, which would be disastrous. It's so unfair, but he refuses to
understand. Sighing, I grabbed my car keys and made my way downstairs.
I paused at the door to the patio and gazed across to where my
stepfather was ensconced in his wicker armchair beside the pool,
reading a film script. He was dressed in sandals, Bermuda shorts and a
wide open bathrobe, none of which did anything to hide the thick
coating of hair that covered his legs, his arms, and his enormous
belly, everywhere in fact save for the top of his head. The table
beside him held half a dozen cellphones, the bottle of wine he was
currently working his way through, and an ashtray in which he would
occasionally deposit ash from the enormous cigar he was smoking. Given
their length, I often wondered if Sam was over-compensating for size
problems elsewhere. Only my mother could've answered that question, God
rest her soul - not that I would ever have asked her. Sam had recently
turned sixty-three. What with his smoking and drinking, his sedentary
lifestyle, and how overweight he is, he should be on the verge of a
heart attack or some other major health problem, but according to his
doctors he has the constitution of an ox and could probably continue
like this for another twenty years, more's the pity. Steeling myself, I
opened the door and walked over to him.
"Good morning, Sam," I said.
"'Mornin', princess!" he replied, beaming. He was always so happy to
see me. "You headin' somewhere?"
"I'm off to pick up Johnny. You wanted me to bring him over for lunch,
remember?"
"Oh, right, right - lookin' forward to meetin' the boy. You be sure'n
drive safely now, y'hear!"
"I will, I promise," I said, planting a kiss on top of his bald head.
Leaving him to his script and his phone deals, I trotted down the steps
to the garages. My pink BMW was parked in front of their doors where
I'd left it last night. It was already more than a year old, but Sam
was refusing to buy me a newer model until I'd had it at least another
year. The old skinflint's tightfistedness was driving me crazy!
Gritting my teeth angrily, I put the car in drive and sped off.
I drove down to the gates, which were already opening to allow Luis the
gardener through. Every morning he would bicycle in from wherever it
was he lived and spend the day tending to the garden and the plants,
both those inside and outside the house.
"Good morning, Senorita Rebecca," he said, doffing his cap as I sped
past him.
Luis was over seventy now and had been the gardener here since before I
was born. Tall and skinny, he had more nose than his acne-scarred face
could really justify, and though a hard worker he was creepily
effeminate. He often wore nail polish and I once caught him holding one
of my mother's dresses against his body while he pranced about in front
of a mirror. I'm okay with someone being gay, but a man should still be
a man and act like one. I'd wanted him gone for a long time now, and
I'd be getting my way very soon. Thanks to a phone call I made
yesterday, Luis would be getting some unwelcome visitors this
afternoon.
On my drive along Sunset Strip I passed a massive billboard advertising
the forthcoming Wonder Woman movie starring Matt Crowe and Amy Kelley.
Matt Crowe was a legitimate movie star, but Amy Kelley had been plucked
from nowhere and given the role of a lifetime alongside him. It wasn't
fair. Why her and not me? It should say 'starring Matt Crowe and
Rebecca Ross' on that poster. But then some people get those breaks and
others - like me - do not. Still, at least I got one lucky break when I
hooked up with my boyfriend, Johnny Limbaugh. He's a struggling actor,
but he's also amazing. No one's ever gotten me the way he does.
Johnny was waiting for me at the table in the far corner of the
Starbucks where we'd agreed to meet. A few years older than me, he was
tall, handsome, and currently dressed in jeans, an open-necked white
shirt, and a leather jacket. Seeing me enter he rose to his feet, and
when I reached him we hugged and kissed before sitting down. We'd been
lovers for months but I'd only told Sam about him yesterday. There was
something different about him today. Then I spotted it.
"New jewellery?" I said, pointing to the beaten copper bracelet on his
wrist. It had a stylised eye engraved on it.
"What? Oh, yeah...right," he said, caught off guard at first, but only
for a moment. Then his eyes lit up. "It's...ah! Yes! That's it! It's
called the Bracelet of Klaatu, and it's the answer to all your
problems."
"It is?"
"Did you make the two phone calls I asked you to?"
"I did."
"So everything is set?"
"Yes, it is."
"Excellent! You told me you wanted your stepfather gone so you'd
inherit everything but were hesitant to arrange his death. This was
because you hadn't seen his will and so couldn't be sure he'd left it
all to you. With the Bracelet of Klaatu we can get rid of Sam without
killing him while at the same time making sure he *has* left everything
to you."
"How is a bracelet going to do that, Johnny?" I asked, puzzled by this
and frowning despite myself.
"Because it's magic."
"Magic? There's no such thing as magic."
Johnny took my hands in his.
"Believe me when I tell you there is," he said.
And suddenly, I did.
- 2 -
No sooner had we arrived back at the house and climbed out of my BMW
than I received a text on my phone.
"It's them," I told Johnny. "They're on their way."
"Earlier than expected," he said, "so we'd better move fast."
He bounded up the stairs to the swimming pool with me right behind him,
then crossed the patio to where Sam was still sitting in his wicker
chair, Luis tending to the rosebush behind him.
"Becky's boyfriend," said Johnny, holding out his hand, "pleased to
meet you, sir."
Slightly taken aback by Johnny's abrupt arrival, Sam nevertheless took
his hand and shook it.
"Pleased to meet you too, son," he said.
Then something unexpected happened. Johnny held out his free hand and
Luis took it.
"Klaatu barada nikto!" said Johnny, words that sounded vaguely
familiar, then he released Sam's hand.
A look of wonder came over Sam's face, and he raised his own hands to
it, looking at them as if he'd never seen them before. Johnny was
talking to Luis, whose hand he was still holding.
"You are now Luis Perez," he said. "You're seventy one years old and
originally from Mexico. You've been living and working illegally in
this country for decades. You will never do or say anything to anybody
to contradict this, and you will speak with his Mexican accent only. I
know you never bothered to learn Spanish, but sprinkle those few words
you do know into your conversation. Now relax, take a seat, and I'll
get back to you."
I'd listened to this and not understood any of it.
"Why are you telling Luis who he is and to speak with a Mexican
accent?" I said. "He knows who he is, and he already does."
"Not quite, Senorita," said Sam. Senorita?
"I switched your father's mind with Luis's," said Johnny.
"It's true," said Sam, and now that I looked closely I could see there
was something different about him.
"Magic," I said, finally catching up, "you said the bracelet was magic,
but how does this help me get what I want?"
At that moment the entry buzzer sounded.
"Patience, my darling," said Johnny, pressing the button on a poolside
post that opened the gates. "Unless I'm very much mistaken that's the
ICE agents arriving at the gate. Since you're the one who called them
in it should probably be you who goes down to greet them. While you do
that, I'm going to have a little heart-to-heart with your stepfather."
I did as Johnny asked, my mind racing as I trotted down the steps. Luis
had been ready for the swap and was speaking with Sam's accent, which
meant Johnny must have arranged this beforehand, yet he never told me.
I started to worry about what else he might not have told me, but I was
too committed to back out now.
The car containing a pair the ICE agents rolled to a stop next to my
BMW. They were here to take Luis away. Since I'd reported him and told
them where he'd be and when, a whole team had hardly been necessary.
When they got out of the car I took them up to Luis - or rather, Sam -
was waiting meekly.
"And you only recently learned Mr Perez was an illegal?" said the lead
agent, as his companion used a zip tie to handcuff Sam.
"That's correct," said the real Luis smoothly, sounding for all the
world like Sam. "We're a law-abiding family who love America, so of
course we did our duty and reported him as soon as it came to our
attention. I'm only sorry we didn't learn about his status earlier."
"Hmmm," said the agent, looking at Luis dubiously. "Well, you all have
a nice day. By this time tomorrow the illegal will be back in Mexico,
where he belongs."
When Sam had been led away, I turned to Johnny.
"Now what?" I asked, exasperated at not being fully in on his plans.
"Now Luis takes the second meeting you set up," he replied, "the one
with your stepfather's lawyers."
Which is how a couple of hours later Johnny and I found ouselves
sitting at a table in another Starbucks, this one across the road from
the building containing the offices of Sam's lawyers. Our window seat
gave us a perfect view of it, but I was worried.
"He's been in there an awfully long time," I said. "What if he double-
crosses us and keeps all Sam's money for himself?"
"He won't, my love, I promise you," said Johnny, laying his hands over
mine. "Please stop fretting."
It was at that moment that Luis emerged from the building. As we
crossed the road to meet him he grinned and gave us the thumbs up.
"It all went perfectly," he said. "Not for a moment did anyone suspect
I wasn't him."
"So everything comes to me?" I said. "You confirmed it?"
"Yes," said Luis, "and it always did. Your dad left it all to his
beloved stepdaughter. But I had the lawyers sign everything over to you
now, so you don't have to wait. As of ten minutes ago you own
everything."
"That's wonderful, but what about you? You have his body now so the
world will think you are him."
"Don't worry. After today we'll never see each other again."
"Good, good, but I have other questions," I said.
"And they will be answered," said Johnny, taking my shoulders and
steering me towards where I'd parked my BMW, "but let's get back to the
house first."
- 3 -
It was so strange seeing the wicker chair empty. Sam would always be
there at this time of day, making his deals, and bringing new movies
into existence. His had never been the most prestigious of movies, nor
had any ever won an Oscar, but he had still been a successful producer
for a very long time. Now he was just another illegal immigrant from
Mexico that 'La Migra' had finally caught up with. I felt a little bit
guilty about that, but only a little. It served him right for being so
mean to me.
"Time for the final phase," said Johnny from behind me.
"Huh, what?" I said, turning around.
As I did so he took my hand and Luis's. I felt a brief moment of
dislocation, and then I was gazing at a pretty young blonde looking
sharp in heels, tight jeans, and a tube top. It took a second for my
brain to realise that she was me and I was viewing her through eyes
that weren't my own. Stunned, I looked down at myself, at Sam's body,
and then I screamed.
"Hush, now," said Johnny, "we don't want to bring the neighbours
running. Now stay calm, and stay still."
Him saying it was all it took to make it so.
Luis was running his (her?) hands over my former body and laughing
delightedly.
"It's been over fifty years since my family kicked me out," she said,
her voice choking. "They called me 'puto' because they had no concept
of what being transsexual meant and neither did I, not then. But I
learned. I came to understand myself, to accept what it was I wanted to
be: a woman. But I didn't want to be an ugly woman, which is all I
could be given the face I had, I wanted to be beautiful. And now I am.
I'm female, I'm gorgeous, and I'm young again."
"You...you didn't say the spell," I said, wanting to cry, or scream, or
collapse and roll up into a foetal ball, but being unable to do so
because Johnny told me to stay calm.
"There is no spell," he chuckled, "and the bracelet is just something I
bought from a craft shop this morning because I liked the design. When
you made a fuss about it I decided to have a little fun with you."
"Fun?!" I said, voice trembling. "This is your idea of fun?!"
"No," he said, "only the spell shtick was fun. The rest is deadly
serious."
"We were lovers for months," I pleaded, "and we were good together. I
don't understand why you'd do this to me."
"We were never lovers. Until two days ago we hadn't even met. When I
learned of your existence I wanted to discover what sort of person you
were, so I found you, took your hand and told you we'd been lovers for
months. People believe whatever I tell them when I'm touching them. Now
that you believed we were lovers you trusted me, so you told me you
needed your father dead, and you wanted me to help kill him."
"But why do this at all? Why seek me out in the first place?"
"Your stepfather adopted you when he married your mother, but you don't
use his name professionally, do you?"
"You know I don't."
"Why is that again?"
"Because Rebecca Becker sounds stupid, and Becky Becker sounds even
worse. I got teased too much in school to want to continue using it."
"He's not wrong," said Luis, looking up from the make-up mirror she had
found in my purse, "it *does* sound stupid. I'm going to use the Becker
name, so I'll need a new one that works with it. I had a few days to
think about it, and I've decided to play safe and go with 'Louise'."
"You're not the only one not using their actual name," Johnny said to
me. "My real name is Frank, Frank Becker. I'm Samuel Becker's
illegitimate son."
"Oh my god!"
"Our father always denied paternity and never gave my mother a dime in
child support while I was growing up. Mom and I had nothing when I was
a kid, so to discover he'd given you everything he denied us and that
it wasn't enough for you, that you wanted more and were prepared to
kill him to get it, turned my stomach. I came here to get revenge on my
father, but when I googled him and found out about you I thought that
maybe here was someone I could have some sort of family relationship
with. Instead I found an evil, spoiled brat!"
"Johnny, I...."
"Shut up!" he said, grabbing my hand once more. "My name's Frank, and I
don't want you speaking to either of us again unless spoken to."
He turned to Louise, who was still primping and preening.
"Fill her in on everything else that went down," he said.
"My pleasure, handsome. Turns out you weren't the only one Frank
checked out. He found me a few nights ago in my local bar and we got to
talking. I thought he was just a stranger being friendly, but he'd been
watching you, seen how you treated me, and was actually weighing me up.
He decided I was good folks, so he demonstrated his powers, had me
reveal my deepest desire to him while doing so, and put a proposition
to me. If I helped him out, I would get to be you. The house and most
of Sam Becker's money, would also be mine. I agreed. Of course I did.
When I was in Sam's body and arranging things with his lawyers, I
signed an affidavit acknowledging Frank as my son and had a million
dollars transferred to his bank account as restitution for unpaid child
support. I then told them I was ready to go into a retirement home and
wanted my daughter to have power of attorney over my affairs. I signed
the documents giving her that power, documents you have to countersign.
Now that I am you I'll call in there again and sign them tomorrow.
Frank has already lined up the retirement home you're going to."
"I made all the arrangements when I went there yesterday," said Frank.
"At first, Oceanview Retirement Village insisted they didn't have any
vacancies, but I can be very persuasive. They'll be coming to pick you
up as soon as I give them a call, which I'll do while you're packing."
He took my hands again.
"You are now Samuel J. Becker," he said. "You will never do or say
anything to anybody to contradict this, nor will you seek to leave the
retirement village. You should go and pack now, Sam."
And so I did. With leaden feet I shuffled up to my sterfather's room,
appalled by the effort it took me now that I was seriously overweight
and no longer had the energy of youth. Seeing my hairy, liver-spotted
hand on the stair banister I shuddered. In place of elegant fingers
ending in long, perfectly painted nails I had these great ugly things
with their bitten down nails. The sight should have reduced me to a
sobbing mess, but thanks to Frank ordering me to be calm it didn't.
Nevertheless when I got to the room I couldn't bear to look at myself
in a mirror, so instead I just concentrated on the task at hand,
filling a travel case with Sam's clothing and toiletries.
When I returned to the patio, Frank and Louise were talking animatedly,
but now they were standing closer together. Her body language was
speaking volumes about what she wanted, but Frank seemed oblivious.
"What will you do now?" she asked him, licking her lips.
"I took a week of vacation time to come here, so I'll be flying back to
DC and resuming my job as a lobbyist. Also, I'm finally in a position
where I can lure the person my mom wants to swap lives with to a place
where I can pull the switch, so I need to get on that, too."
"If you took a week of vacation time," said Louise, gently placing a
hand on his shoulder, "then by my reckoning you still have a couple of
days left, days you could spend here. With me."
"What...what are you saying?"
It was the first time I'd ever seen him flustered.
"I'm saying that we're both young and healthy, we're both hot, and I
really want to show you how much I appreciate what you've done for me.
I know we're now legally step-siblings, but it's not as if we're blood
relatives. So what do you say?"
A smile slowly spread across Frank's face.
"You know, you're right," he said, "I *do* have a couple of days
vacation time left, and this would be the perfect place to spend them."
The buzzer sounded again, and Frank pressed the button to let in the
minibus that Oceanview had sent over to carry me off to my new life. My
last sight before I heaved my travel case down the steps to meet it was
of Frank and Louise kissing, their beautiful young bodies locked in a
passionate embrace.
The End.
***
Notes:
This tale fits in my Wonder Woman sequence thus:
1. Powers
2. The Producer
3. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?
4. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Investigation
5. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Villain
This is the second of these tales inspired by a comment from Zapper. He
suggested I actually write the full tale of what happened between Frank
and his father. Given I'd already established Frank swapped the minds
of dear old Dad and his elderly gardener then had the old man deported
as an illegal immigrant, I didn't think there was much there to work
with. It was all too cut and dried to hang much of a story on. Then I
asked myself a question: what if there was a daughter in the mix as
well and I centred the it on her? Ten minutes later I had worked out
the rough outline of the tale you've just read.
I'm not planning on adding any more tales to the sequence after
'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Villain' - which is coming soon
- but then again that was my position after the first one.
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