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Acting the Part By Stefanie Flowers Chapter 1 Why am I so miserable? My life-long dream of becoming an international celebrity was now a reality. I am recognized everywhere I go. I thought having such fame would bring me happiness. The problem was success had not come in the way that I had anticipated. If only I could take it all back and start anew but it was far too late now. It's impossible now to walk down a street without causing a stir. Some people are friendly and ask for an autograph. Some whisper to each other while others just point and laugh. Everyone knows who I am and everyone knows how I came to be this way. It had all been recorded and broadcast to millions of people as entertainment. Let me start this tale of woe at its very beginning. From as far back as I can recall, my dreams were of becoming a famous movie star. In my imagination I would win Oscars for every role that I played. I would walk down the red carpet with a gorgeous woman on each arm. At first my parents indulged their precocious child and his fantasies. They thought it was just a passing phase that would soon disappear as I got older and became more involved with normal boyish pursuits. Of course, they were wrong. In time, they came to appreciate my commitment to become an actor. I knew that I would have to work hard to achieve my goals and started out by joining the school drama club. I undertook any role no matter how minor or embarrassing. My efforts paid off and I landed several lead roles in our annual school plays. Nothing daunted me, not even when they needed someone to play the only female role in our annual school play. It was easy to get, for I went to an all-boys school. No one else wanted to suffer the teasing and ridicule that would certainly ensue from undertaking such a part. I saw it as an opportunity to prove my acting skills. Determined to excel at the job, I started practicing months ahead of time. Even before getting the script, I felt that I first had to learn how to pass for female. I started mimicking my sister's gestures and her facial expressions. Then I worked on modulating my voice by parroting her speech. My parents were perturbed; my sister Rachel mortified. Time and time again she would scream at me to leave her alone. Dad eventually came to her rescue and told me to stop my stupid antics. He thought I was acting gay and it was unnatural behavior for a boy. Of course, I didn't stop. I just ratchetted up efforts. It was fun getting my family all wound up and worried about nothing. After a few weeks Rachel got smart and developed a different approach to dealing with me. "You are so pathetic," she exclaimed one day. "If you really want to pass as a girl and not a fag, you need to completely submerse yourself in the role." "That's exactly what I'm doing," I retorted indignantly. "No, not even close," she haughtily replied. "If you are going to get any good at it, you need to dress and live as a real girl full time." At first, I thought she was joking or trying to trick me into dressing as a girl, but the more I thought about it I realized that she was right. After all, everyone knows that the really best actors literally strive to became the person that they are assigned to play. And so, filled with some trepidation, I borrowed some of her clothes and started dressing at home as a girl. My parents were apoplectic but my sister calmly treated my behavior as normal. "Better," she said, "but not good enough. Being a part time girl just isn't going to cut it. To do a credible job you need to live the role full time; not just when you feel like it." My sister went to an all girl's school. She told her teacher of my dedication to acting the part of a girl in my school play. The teacher thought it wonderful that I would do such a thing and, after speaking to the school principal, she offered to help complete my efforts at role immersion. If I wanted, I would be allowed to temporarily attend my sister's school as one of their pupils. By this time, I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound, so I accepted her offer. Things were arranged with my existing boys' school for a temporary reassignment to my sisters' school. For a month I became Stefanie, departing every week day from my house dressed from head to toe in my sister's spare school uniform. I was treated as any of the other girls and was assigned to attend their regular school classes. I was taught home economics, sewing, make-up and even had sex education classes. Weirdest of all, for gym I had to practice with the cheer leading squad, kicking my legs high and throwing pom-poms around in unison with the other girls. We all had to smile with fixed grins and excited faces as we yelled out our cheers. From this I learnt a lot about how to pose enticingly and look very girlish. It was a lot of work to always look so happy and motivated. Of course, I had separate showering and changing facilities but apart from that I was just one of the girls. Pleased with my performance I was invited by the cheer leading squad coach to join them for the big end of season football match. After accepting I found out that part of the required uniform were matching earrings and a belly button piercing. Too late to back out I put on a brave front and let coach do the necessary piercings. As a boy I would never have made it to the football team but here I was, a fully accepted member of the cheer leading squad. It was a frightening experience being ogled by all of the teenage boys from my old school, even more so when they tried to date me. I was surprised at how well I passed for a girl. After a while the clothes and makeup became less intimidating and even felt normal to wear. For safety I hung out with my sister and her friends. That in itself was quite an education. I learnt not only how to behave as a typical school girl but also and discovered a lot about what's really going on in a teenage girls' mind. Of course, by then my parents were truly freaking out. The play was only two weeks away and they were glad that it would soon be over. Before I knew it my practicing was over and I was on stage acting the perfect lady in the school play. I was a smash hit and even got a good mention in the local newspaper. For some reason they thought I really was a girl from my sisters' school. I got lots of ribbing from my so-called school friends but I took all of that with good humor. My parents were much relieved when I returned to being their precocious son. I must have been a good actor for they were scared that I wanted to become a girl for real. I must admit, it was tough returning to being the real me. I had enjoyed my foray into femininity but was still at heart a boy. It didn't matter what my school mates called me. I would have the last laugh on them by becoming a great movie star while they went on to have humdrum boring adult lives. Well, my perseverance at school paid off and I managed to get into prestigious college to study drama. I don't think my parents realized what an achievement that was but by then they had become reluctantly resigned to supporting my acting goals. Four hectic years of honing acting skills flew by, and before I knew it, I had graduated and was a fully accredited member of the actors' guild. I felt assured of a rapid climb to stardom. My parents were more practical and just hoped that I would soon be able to help pay off the acting school tuition loans. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for reality to set in. While I had been working hard to learn my trade, modern day technology had moved on and transformed the entertainment industry. Big time movies and consequently movie stars were becoming a thing of the past. Live streaming reality shows were the rage of the day and they didn't use real actors but everyday people. It was they, not actors, who became overnight celebrities. New technology had even made the use of cameras obsolete. Miniature recorders placed in the actors' head allowed viewers to see and hear everything through the actors' own senses. My own bug had been installed as part of becoming a member of the actors' guild. The potential loss of personal privacy worried me but privacy laws ensured that the recording devices could only be used while I was working. I hadn't given up hope. It was still possible to become a movie star, just much, much harder. Few movies were being made. Life was hard for me, taking on bit parts in commercials just in order to pay the rent. Yes, having graduated from college my parents also expected me to support myself. For the few actors that did get movie parts, the old adage of it's not what you know but who you know was never truer. Still, in the hopes of being the exception to the rule, I applied for all available auditions and refused no job, no matter how small or humiliating the part turned out to be. Chapter 2 That's how I got to meet Betty, the girl of my dreams; a very ambitious and aspiring actress, she had auditioned for the same acne cream commercial that I had wanted to win. As it was, neither one of us got the part. It went to some nerdy looking guy that actually had a load of acne on his face. Despite my profession I am very shy when it comes to interacting with women, especially one as stunningly beautiful as Betty. I wasn't bad looking but I didn't ooze that alpha male aura most women seem to find attractive. She was definitely out of my league but I couldn't let this once in a lifetime opportunity go to waste. Overcoming my fears of humiliation and rejection, I asked her if she would like to join me for coffee. We could commiserate on our bad fortune that day. Sad, I know, but that was my pick-up line. Even so she giggled as if I had actually made a joke. Perhaps she found it humorous that I would dare to ask her out. For a moment I was standing there on the cliff hanger of rejection when much to my surprise she accepted the invitation. Recovering from my shock I managed to stammer out the name of a close by coffee bar and so off we went. After collecting our coffees, we found a vacant table and sat down to chat. Inside I was trembling with fear for I wanted so badly to make a good impression on her. Overcoming my natural conditioning to stare at her well-endowed breasts I managed to keep my attention on her face. Deliberately keeping the conversation to be all about her I listened attentively as she told me about herself. I found out that she was much like me. Same dreams, same ambitions. She wanted to be a famous movie star in a day and age when old style movies simply weren't made any more. I felt that with her looks and poise she was bound to be successful. If not in acting, then certainly as a model. As we talked, I found myself becoming even more and more enamored with her. Just like me, she was struggling to make ends meet taking on small bit parts wherever she could and even waitressing to make up the difference. Well coffee led to us becoming friends. I badly wanted her to be my girlfriend but she only seemed interested in having a platonic relationship. I told myself that that was better than nothing and given time she might become more interested in me. Months went by and I became resigned to just having a platonic relationship with her. Then one day I heard a rapid knocking at my front door. Hurrying to open it I was surprised to see Betty surrounded by several large suitcases. She was obviously distraught and could barely speak between her tears and sobs. I eventually managed to decipher the problem. She had lost her apartment and needed a place to stay for a few days. No problem, I thought ecstatically. This was my chance to build a much closer relationship with her. After getting Betty to calm down I offered to share my apartment with her. I persuaded her that she would be doing me a favor as we could pool our resources. I had barely enough money to pay the rent, let alone buy adequate food. Together we would be able to make financial ends meet until we got that lucky break. It was our common struggles and dreams that had brought us together but it was living in close proximity to one another that, for me, had the desired effect. It wasn't long before we shared the same bed. She made it clear that that it was just a friendship with fringe benefits. To prove her point she still went out on dates with other men. There was no shortage of suitors for her charms. Despite being jealous, I was however optimistic and felt that in time she would fall for steady reliable me. I wanted her to be more than just a girlfriend and casual sex partner, I wanted her to be my lover. Sadly, I was just a convenient partner until someone better came along. I knew that if we were to have any chance of remaining together we would have to get that much sought-after acting break in a way that would truly bind us together. Chapter 3 Jeremy, the casting director for an entertainment company, was discussing his current needs with Tony, the owner of an agency that supplied him with suitable actors. "We're looking for a couple to star in our new program. The show is going to be a bit like one of those old reality TV programs where ordinary members of the public are the stars of the show." "Then you don't need me. All of my clients are professional actors; fully paid members of the actors' guild," replied the agency's owner, his voice sounding disappointed. "No, but I do!" replied Jeremy. "I want talented, committed actors for the role. Ones that will convincingly pass as an ordinary, everyday couple that become caught up in something bigger than themselves; something shocking and completely unexpected. It would be tough finding ordinary people of the right inclination to do what I want them to do. No, trained actors are what I need." "OK, then tell me exactly what you are looking for," responded Tony feeling relieved that he would be doing some business after all. "Well, here's the concept. We want to create a real life 'fifty shades of grey' situation for a young naive couple as they fall in love and experiment with sex in the bedroom. It's the developing relationship and hot, kinky sexual interaction that will keep viewers hooked on the program. If played right the program could last as long as a year, possibly longer. The couple must be young, attractive and have absolutely no inhibitions regarding sex." Tony pondered his client base for a while and then said "I think I have just what you need. They're both excellent, strongly motivated, actors that are willing to do anything to make it to the big time. They've been living together for about six months and are definitely an item. I don't believe they have any hang ups about doing sex scenes but, just to make sure, you should verify that with them in person," said the agent in reply. "Good, they look promising," replied Jeremy. "Why don't you set up an appointment for me to audition them." "I'll do that right away," the agent replied while projecting a confident cheerful smile. Internally, he had reservations that his clients would go for the demanding sexual requirements of the role. He would leave it up to Jeremy to disclose those aspects of the job. *********************************************************************** "Steve, I got a call from the agent today," said Betty. "This time it looks really promising; an acting role that has the potential to become long term." I was happy for her but, at the same time, jealous. Did they want her in some stage show or a long running soap opera? Either way I could soon be finding out how much she really cares for me. Curiosity overcame my jealousy as I asked her about the details. "You're not going to believe this, but it's perfect for us. They want a couple," she informed him excitedly. "He didn't give out many details except that it's planned to be a long running series in which we would play young lovers. What more could we want? It'll be like playing ourselves. We audition Friday next week." What more, indeed! I was lost for words and couldn't believe our luck. Jokingly, I teased Betty that we had better rehearse before the audition. You know, just to get completely comfortable with our roles as lovers. Betty was quick on the uptake. So, for every night until the day of our audition, we made out like bunnies. And, as you might expect, I was truly knackered by the time we set out for the audition. Closing our apartment door, we smiled at each other in happiness as we eagerly set off to be auditioned. Before this opportunity had risen our love making had been a bit sporadic, with each of us stressed out by our financial worries and desires to succeed in our chosen acting careers. No more! If all went well today, my dreams would come true. Chapter 4 "Betty and Steve, right?" said the director in greeting. "Yes, we are here for the audition," I said politely. "Well, I don't have any time to waste on preamble so I'm just going to spell out exactly what we are looking for," he said bluntly. "These are tough acting roles. You will both need to be 100% committed to them. By that I mean you'll be playing them 24/7 for possibly a whole year with no break or downtime whatsoever. It will be less like acting, more like becoming your given characters in real life. We're going to make a sort of old-style reality TV program in which you'll pretty much be playing yourselves. It's got to feel authentic so we want a couple that are genuinely in love. Just as in a reality program you'll be interacting with your real-life friends and family without them even knowing what's truly going on. Once we've collected enough recordings the program is going to be presented globally on prime time as daily episodes. You'll both become very famous indeed. Literally everyone will know and recognize you. Betty's face lit up so I could tell that she was already sold no matter how much the job paid. Hell, if we had money, we would even pay them just to get such a big opportunity. As we waited for Jeremy to pour our drinks, I slowly came back down to Earth and realized that he hadn't yet told us very much about the job and our roles. Our everyday lives could be pretty boring so there had to be something more to this than he had disclosed to us so far. Thinking it best to get everything out in the open before making any real commitments I asked for clarification of what was expected of us. "Our normal daily life usually isn't that interesting, so what's the hook for consolidating a large and loyal audience of viewers? It must surely be about sex and wild life styles?" I said jokingly. "Well yes, of course," he replied earnestly. "That's the whole point of it. You are to play, no, not play but actually be a young couple discovering and bringing out each other's sexual fantasies and desires. A sort of 'fifty shades of grey' in real life. We want you to act out your sexual fantasies and desires for the viewing pleasure of the paying audience. Can you do that? Your agent claimed that would not be a problem. If not, we'll have to find another couple." Hearing his implied threat Betty quickly answered, "Well yes, of course we can." A little bit stunned I was still trying to stammer out a reply. "I'm sure that we can both handle that, can't we Steve? Neither one of us are prudes and hot steamy sex comes natural to us," said Betty winking at me. I was all for hot and steamy sex but this could either be the making or ruin our careers. It had to be a classy show; not just a series of cheap X-rated sex scenes. Also, while I was no prude, I didn't fancy the idea of millions of viewers watching Betty and I making intimate, passionate sex together. Acting such parts was ok but doing it for real, somehow that felt different and made me uneasy. "If we are on-stream 24/7 how will we get to study the script?" I asked hoping that Betty would start to see some of the downsides. Surely, she would realize the significant risk to our careers. "Well that's the whole idea of it being a reality show," said Jeremy. "There is no script. We expect you to do what comes naturally; to ad lib and develop the theme in a way that will keep the audience hooked. Obviously, success of the program will depend on how far you are willing to go. The hotter it is the more the audience will lap it up and demand more. Do you have any interesting fantasies that you would enjoy experiencing in real life?" At one level I was sickened at the thought of airing our sexual fantasies in public but at the same time, that question had me fantasizing about having a threesome with me being the only guy in bed with two gorgeous women. Yes, I know, not exactly novel but surely it would work for at least one love scene. Unfortunately, while I was daydreaming, Betty was way ahead of me in formulating and expressing her own ideas. "Yes, of course," said Betty enthusiastically. "I've always wanted to try out something more exciting, something less mainstream than our usual love making. How about we start off with some mild discipline and bondage. God knows, there are times when Steve could do with a bit of discipline," she giggled. That's not a bad idea I thought. I could handle that and it would catch the public's attention. "Yes, well, that's a good start but not really new. It was, after all, in the original book. No, in addition to that we'll be needing something new, something much more shocking," said Jeremy. "OK," replied Betty after thinking for a while. "How about a little cross dressing and feminization. I've always thought Steve would look cute in a skirt and heels," she laughed finding the idea amusing. Of course, she was joking, wasn't she? Betty had never expressed any kinky desires of that kind. I'm an actor and could take on some pretty outrageous roles but being dominated and feminized by my girlfriend, well, that was just a little bit too much for me to stomach. I could see that everyone else was not treating it as a joke but seriously considering her outrageous suggestion. "Now wait a minute," I tried to object but found myself being ignored by both Betty and Jeremy as they continued to discuss the stupid idea. "Yes Betty! That's more in line with what I was thinking. It doesn't have to be that but something at least as racy to keep the audience enthralled. Something to keep them hanging onto every episode wondering what's going to happen next," responded Jeremy excitedly. The reality of what they were asking us to do was slowly sinking into my head. Being promoted as reality show, people might actually believe that we enjoyed that kind of stuff. Worse, family, friends, indeed the whole viewing public would come to see us as some kind of perverts. How would our reputations and lives ever return to normal once our acting roles were over? "Don't worry Steve," Betty whispered in my ear. "We are just brainstorming. These are just some crazy ideas. We don't have to go in that direction but we need whatever it is to be new and exciting. At least we've caught Jeremy's attention. Just play along and we'll snag the job." Trying to calm my nerves I asked Jeremy if we can at least tell family and friends that it's not for real; just us playing an acting role. "I don't see why not, once it's all over of course," the director responded "But not while the program is ongoing. That would give the game away. To be entertaining, everyone must think it's happening for real. If your parents and friends are in on it there won't be any shock in their eyes if, for example, you showed up crossed-dressed to a family event." That settled it. I couldn't do it but Betty, seeing my intention to refuse the idea beat me to the punch. "Yes, of course we'll do it. Sounds like a lot of fun and a fantastic career opportunity," she said enthusiastically. "Betty, we need to talk this over," I whispered to her trying to slow her down and avoid where this was obviously going. I explained my concerns to her but she would have none of it. "Don't be stupid Steve," exclaimed Betty. "It's only acting. No one will care and after a year we'll be stars. We'll straighten the public out when we do the obligatory round of late-night talk shows. Everyone will know that you are a tremendous actor convincingly playing a very difficult role. We'll literally be the talk of the town." That's what I was afraid of! "I just can't demean myself like that in public. My reputation would be ruined for all time," I said trying to make her see some sense. "No Steve! This is our chance. Either you're with me or we're finished and I'll find another partner," she said assertively. We argued back and forth for about fifteen minutes but Betty wouldn't change her mind. No matter what, she wasn't going to pass on this opportunity. If I didn't agree I was going to lose her. After much cajoling I gave in and very reluctantly agreed to at least try it out. Betty seemed thrilled at how her assertiveness had persuaded me to back down and was already acting like the dominant person in our relationship. I hoped that she was just method acting to convince Jeremy that we were right for the part. I was blushing red as Betty gave me a hug and kiss while teasingly whispering into my ear "Don't worry, I won't let anything terrible happen to you." The director gave her an appraising eye of approval as he said "I can see you are both going to do well, especially once Steve learns to get over his shyness." He'd obviously thought that I wouldn't give in and had been very impressed with how easily Betty had cajoled and blackmailed me into submission. Even though I was now officially committed I was still looking for a graceful way out. Then I had an epiphany. How was this all even going to work. How could they monitor us twenty-four hours a day and the public not be aware of the filming? It just wasn't feasible. Not without a lot of manpower and disruption; something our friends, family, and the public would be sure to notice. "How can this even work? People will notice the recording crews," I asked hoping that I had found the insurmountable flaw in their plans for this reality show. "No problem. We don't intend to use any external camera views. We will rely solely on the data from your implants. It will make it much more personal and realistic that way." Fu*k! They seemed to have thought of everything. I didn't like the idea of being a virtual living recording machine for 24 hours a day. We would have absolutely no privacy. "Oh, just one thing more. We can't have you representing yourselves as aspiring actors. We don't want the public to suspect that you are in any way acting, that it's all really staged. Before we start you need to tell all your friends and family that you're both dissatisfied with acting and are quitting to explore other more normal careers. That you are going to take jobs with regular pay and working hours," said Jeremy. "We have office jobs already arranged for you." The director gave us his assurances that we would always have the final say of how kinky we got and, if it became too much for us we could stop at any time. However, he cautioned that if we were too timid we could the ruin the success of the show and our acting careers. He advised us to just let the script develop naturally. *********************************************************************** Later, once Steve and Betty had left, the production team had a kick off meeting. Jeremy was not someone to leave anything to chance. He had plans to help ensure that Steve and Betty, especially Steve, would perform as desired. "OK people, everything is in place. To help our stars get into their desired role we're going to give them a little help every night by using the powers of subconscious suggestion. Everyone knows that with hypnosis you can't make someone do want they don't want to do, but they can be persuaded using other strong motivators such as wanting the series to succeed and make them famous. Fortunately, Betty already has dominant tendencies. All we have to do is reinforce those. Now Steve isn't truly a submissive but he does love Betty and will want to please her by acting submissively towards her. Of course, we will just to help them along, for it is they, not us, who will create the detailed script. I can't wait to see what they come up with," informed the smiling director. "Before interfering, let's see how things develop. We can always steer things our way if the script seems to be going off track." Chapter 6 That night, back at home, Steve and Betty slept fitfully as hypnotic words where whispered into their ears. The seeds of behavior change were being subconsciously planted into their minds. A suggestion was planted that it would be fun to explore bondage as a way to spice up their sex life. Steve was then strongly conditioned to comply with Betty's desires and wishes while Betty was being conditioned to start dominating her boyfriend. *********************************************************************** The first two weeks after the audition were spent spreading news of their disenchantment with acting and supposedly looking for the office jobs that had already been arranged by Jeremy. Both were employed at the same firm and in the very same building. Their jobs had been set up to establish Betty in a superior role to Steven's. He found himself to be working as a lowly office boy delivering the mail to everyone while Betty was pleased to find herself in a HR management role. During this time, home life went on as usual as they mentally tried to adjust to everything that they did being recorded twenty-four hours a day. Steve was finding this particularly unnerving when making love (i.e. he just couldn't get his pecker up). Betty was getting frustrated with him and decided it was time to start her efforts to dominate him. She had to do something to make their love lives interesting or the show would be a flop before it ever got started. Steve woke up to being spooned by Betty. She had never done that to him before but it felt good. Usually he was the one to spoon her into wakefulness and fondle her clitoris until she turned over and spread her legs. He hadn't done that since the audition. On that day his sex drive had mysteriously disappeared. Surprisingly it was now Betty taking a forceful role by stroking and massaging his sex into action. He was the one to turn over onto his back letting her mount him for sex. She was the one who bit and sucked aggressively at his nipples. He wasn't upset by her unusual actions. In fact, they were very arousing and satisfying. It was fun to lay back and let her do all of the work for a change. He enjoyed letting her have her way with him. Betty was having similar pleasing thoughts. She was enjoying taking charge of the morning quickie. Why hadn't she ever done this before. When Steve got out of bed, Betty hinted at how nice it would be for him to make them breakfast. Not finding his own robe, Betty offered her own. It was pink and silky and looked ridiculous on him. Still, being of small stature it did fit well and did the job of covering himself up. A little embarrassed to be wearing the feminine garment, he went downstairs and made breakfast. Betty was looking at Steve as he left the bedroom. He looks so cute like that. He's going to look even cuter in my sexiest lingerie. As Betty got up she went to the bathroom and showered. She was planning out her day and items to shop for to surprise Steven that night. "I'm going to enjoy this acting role," she gleefully thought to herself. "Steven's going to have to do exactly what I want whether he likes it or not!" Betty had never brought it up with Steven but she had been unhappy with his unimaginative, traditional way of making love. He wouldn't participate in any foreplay except a blow job. Kissing or licking her clitoris was out of the question. Of course, when the time came, he always had to be the one on top. And the last two weeks had been an utter disaster. From now on she was going to take control of the love making and school him to be attentive to meeting her needs. She was thrilled with a novel idea that had just popped into her head. She would set that in motion tonight. After they had showered and dressed for the day, they both went to work at the office. That night at home, the evening started out as normal. They worked as a team to cook the evening meal and clear up the dishes. Steve didn't object when Betty wrapped an apron around his waist to protect his clothes from getting soiled. Then they watched some reality vid show on the wall screen. They laughed at the stupid theatrics the contestants got up to. Going to bed, Betty persuaded Steve to enhance their love making by trying out some mild bondage. He lay down on the bed with his arms and legs out forming an X shape while Betty tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts using some old nylons hers. Then she blindfolded him using her eye shades that she normally used as a sleeping aid. Finally, she slipped a gag in his mouth and fastened the ties around his neck. Ignoring his muffled ranting, Betty pretended to leave the room by loudly shutting the door. She waited for almost ten minutes until he had calmed down and lay passively on the bed. Then crept close to him holding a large feather in her hand. This she used to softly stroke his penis. I was angry with Betty. I hadn't expected her to blindfold and gag me. After a while I calmed down waiting for her to return. I hoped that she wouldn't leave me trussed up like this for a long time. Then I felt it. A sort of tickling on my genitals and penis. At first I thought maybe it was a breeze but no, the window had been closed. It started to excite me but every time I felt my penis harden the tickling went away. This went on for maybe half an hour when I felt my penis engulfed by a tongue and the engulfed by a mouth. I felt Betty's lips encircle my member and slide up and down my shaft in an accelerating rhythmic motion. It was wonderful but all too brief. One minute I was in ecstasy, the next I had orgasmed and shot my load. I felt my gag being removed and found myself being French kissed. Betty laughed. She hadn't swallowed my sperm but transferred it into my mouth. I had to swallow my own cum. God that tasted disgusting. Betty was having her fun with me. "Now that we've taken care of Mr. Squiggly I have a present for you. Don't protest or I'll put your gag back in," she instructed me. I was still recovering from the blow job and cum in my mouth when I felt the silky panties pulled up around my waist. Steve found himself unexpectedly aroused by the silky feel of satin panties and a negligee on his body. Desperately he tried to calm himself down but the more he tried the more aroused he became. In just a matter of minutes he soiled the panties by ejaculating a load of semen into them. Steven felt ashamed at how wearing women's lingerie, especially the panties, had so uncontrollably aroused him. Betty pretended to be upset by his lack of control. It would give her the upper hand when she suggested they try out something new. His prick would be useless for a while so she put into action her plan to initiate some kinky interplay. Telling him not to worry at his failure, she told him that there was a way that could both still be satisfied. First, she sat him down on the bed and put a blindfold on him. Steve played along finding himself obeying Betty's instructions to lay face down on the bed and spread his arms and legs. He suspected that he was due for some restrained sex. He thought it could be fun but was surprised at having to lay face down. In that position, how would he be able to satisfy Betty. He wouldn't be able to enter her vagina. He felt his wrists and ankles being anchored to the bed's corner posts. Once tied in place Betty took things a step further by placing a ball gag into his mouth. Not being able to move or speak he lay passively listening curiously to the gasps of excitement coming from Betty. What was she up to, he wondered? She hasn't even touched me yet, he thought. Is she masturbating herself? It wasn't long before he felt something cold and slick applied to his behind and massaged into the entrance of his anus. Surprised, he gasped and tried to protest the unwanted intrusion. Only muffled noises of protest could be heard from him as he tried to escape his bonds. Betty had put on a belted double dildo with built in vibrator. She gasped, "Oh,oh,oh," in pleasure as one end was slowly slotted into her vagina. The other larger and longer end was going to penetrate Steve's anus. She knew it was probably going to hurt him a bit. For the first time ever, he was going to experience sex as a woman. Being a virgin, it was going to hurt. She had done everything possible to minimize the pain by rubbing liberal amounts of lubricant into the hole that was to function as his vagina. He felt the tip of something push apart his cheeks and slowly start to penetrate the entrance to his anus. Being a virgin, he felt himself tighten in an attempt to resist the enormous intruder's path into his anus. Betty told him to relax. Fighting was only making the pain worse for him. Slowly, he managed to relax a little bit as he felt the pleasing vibrations ease the intruder's passage into him. Then, as it fully opened his sphincter, he felt a short searing pain that disappeared as the vibrating dildo passed fully into his colon. Betty pushed in and out of him massaging his prostrate just as if she were a man arousing her woman. Steve felt arousal building in waves as Betty thrust in and out of him in at an ever increasing and more violent pace. Before long both were gasping and moaning at the height of sexual arousal. What had at first been a painful intrusion became the very best sex that he had ever experienced. "Please, please, please," he moaned in a desperate plea for Betty to bring him to orgasm. They both climaxed together, screaming and gasping with pleasure. Betty had not only been satisfied sexually but was invigorated by her sense of power and control over Steven. This was good. From now on this was the only way they would have sexual intercourse. Forget that pathetic penis of his! When it was all over, Betty removed the blindfold but left him strapped to the bed. She lay over him, happy and fully satiated from the new experience. Steve had no choice but to lay silent with the red ball gag filling his mouth. His mind was in a turmoil. It was the best sex that he had ever felt but he was also so very ashamed. He was a man that had been fucked as a woman by his very own girlfriend. His only consolation was that it had not been done by a man. Then, becoming aware of his situation, he realized that it had all been recorded for distribution on the global vid. A year from now, once that steamy little scene got to air to the public, his reputation as a male would be over forever. Could he really go through with another day of this, let alone year? Maybe he should call it all off and get the recordings back before any real damage was done. When he awoke he was lying in bed as normal. No ties or restrictions on his limbs. Betty and he were cuddling each other just like normal. Had it all been just a bad dream. As Betty came fully awake she said "Steven, I'm sorry if that hurt last night. The first time always does but it will get better." "Yes, I know darling. It hurt a lot when you penetrated me, but afterwards it wasn't so bad. Not sure I want to experience that again, though." "Are you still sore darling?" said Betty considerately. "Yes, I'm very sore. I don't know if I can keep doing this," I replied. "You must, it's our only hope of success," she reminded him. "I'll do some research and see if we can't find a way to make it more comfortable for you. We have a whole year of this and I couldn't bear the thought of hurting you every time that we made love," said Betty sounding considerate but also dropping a strong hint that, in future, this was the way they would be making love together. After getting up and showering Betty insisted I wear her satin panties to work. They wouldn't show and they would be comforting on my sore behind. That was how my gradual transition started. Just a small bit of feminization each week, but never allowed to retreat backwards and return to my lost masculinity. At first it wasn't so bad. It was only underwear that no one could see. It made me feel funny having such soft smooth clothing on underneath but I thought that I hid it well. I was just fooling myself for it did not take long for a co-worker to notice the top of my panties as I bent over to pick a mail sack up. I was only aware of my exposure by the strange looks that I got. Eventually, one of the secretaries asked me if they were comfortable. I went bright red and stammered out "What d..d...do you mean? She replied "The panties of course. We've all noticed them so you may as well drop any pretense. I think it's so cute and brave of you to wear them." Oh God! They knew. How was I ever going to live through this shame? I'm already the laughing stock of the office. Not long after that I had to start wearing a training bra under my shirt. It wasn't a molded underwire one so it lay quite flat against my chest but, in the right lighting, it's outline could clearly be seen under my shirt. My co-workers, already used to seeing me in panties said nothing to my face about the bra, but I could hear their sniggers behind me as I became the topic of office conversation. *********************************************************************** A month into our acting roles, Betty said she had researched my problem and found a solution. It didn't have to hurt anymore when we made love. My anus was perpetually sore from submitting to Betty's way of making love. My penis, deprived of any activity, found itself perpetually aroused. Betty had apparently found a 'clinic' that would take care of these problems. So off we went to this clinic with me still wearing female underwear. The place looked a little bit seedy and more like a back-door abortion clinic but Betty was unperturbed. The Doctor gave me an exam and without asking for permission shot a large dose of something into my behind. I complained but he said it was just vitamins to keep me healthy looking. "Now, I need to make a proper examination of your private parts. Please lie down on the couch with your feet in the stirrups." Laying on my back, my legs were trapped firmly in the stirrups. "This next part may be a bit uncomfortable, so I'll need to keep you to sit still. I know, better yet I'll use these." Before I was aware of it he had my wrists strapped down to the couch. What a big mistake this visit was turning out to be. He was too smooth by far with his bedside charm so I didn't trust him now. He filled another syringe and injected it into several places in and around my groin. No need to tell me what the injections were for as that area was beginning to tingle and then go numb. After a few minutes of waiting for the local analgesic to work he stuck a needle into my penis and said "Do you feel that, Stefanie?" "No," I replied nervously. "What are you doing?" "Nothing painful," he said trying to calm me. Standing between my spread legs he leaned forward to closely examine my testicles. Apparently satisfied he pushed my testicles up into my body cavity and used the loose flap of skin sac left behind to sew them tightly into position. I was getting scared now and starting to demand that he release me. He sighed at the disruption to his work and placed a gag in my mouth. Then he brought out a curved triangular device that held a narrow metal tube welded onto one side of it. Apparently trying to calm me down he proceeded to describe exactly what it was and why it was being installed on me. "This is a new sort of chastity device for she-males. It's what is going to take away that pain from anal penetration and make your sex life much more pleasurable. Besides that, it will keep your penis flat and chaste. What's unique about this chastity device is that it has no waist belt to interfere with your panty line. It's almost invisible even when worn under a thong. Here, I'll explain as I fit it onto you," he chatted away cheerfully as I made ineffective groaning muffled noises of protest. He took my flaccid penis, tied a thin satin ribbon around the head of my glans and pulled it through the skinny curved metal tube. Then he took out a long wicked looking needle and poked it into one of two holes in the tube close to the base of my penis. I screamed in silence as he worked the needle through the tube and out the other side. Then he inserted and soldered a piercing ring anchoring the device onto my penis. Then to my horror I found that it was just the first of two piercings. The second was at the tip of the penis, just behind the glans. "That will keep your penis in place and pointing downwards. The front cover will stop you trying to masturbate yourself and keep your front looking flat like a woman's mons," he said cheerfully. Yes, he had used an analgesic on me but it still hurt. Without it's numbing effect, the pain would have been excruciating. I'm sure that as it wore off my penis would be throbbing with pain. And what would happen if I had an uncontrollable erection. My penis wouldn't be able to expand without trying to pull free from the double piecing. "I know what you're thinking but it can't happen. Squeezed and pinned inside that tube it's physically impossible to have an erection," he said thinking it would make me feel better when all it did was horrify me. The bottom piece of the triangle cover had a round metal ring on its end. That went between my legs and up between my cheeks. "OK, time to get up now and bend over this bench just like you would do for a prostrate exam." He unfastened my restraints and helped me to stand up. I don't know if it was from the shock of what had been done to me or some after effect from the analgesic but I was unsteady on my feet. Lost for ideas about how to remove this appalling contraption, I lamely followed his instructions until the device was fully fitted. Taking a flexible plastic tube out of a freezer he said, "And this is the part that will take away the pain of penetration." After slotting the tube through the devices metal ring, he carefully inserted the plastic tube into my anus pushing it all of the way inside me. My anus felt like it was on fire from insertion of the frozen tube. The chastity device was now flush against my body giving me the flat profile of a woman. I felt the tube in my anus gradually warming and expanding so much so that it was making me uncomfortable. "There Stefanie, all nicely fitted just as the Doctor ordered," he joked. "The chastity device is better than a typical one having locks. There's no key or way to get out of that without some serious surgery. Oh, and from now you'll need to sit to pee. One drawback of the anus tube is that you're going to have to insert a tampon in your butt to hold everything in because your sphincter muscles are continuously held wide open." I had gone from voluntarily being a covert wearer of lingerie to being an involuntary she-male. How was this device ever going to come off? I couldn't even feel my penis and the only way for me to have sex was up my rear end. Betty had been waiting for me in reception and was eager to see me model the new device for her. I blushed in shame as she examined my new attachment. "Now I can dress you as a woman without fear of your penis making any unwanted demands," she laughed. "And, darling, I know you'll appreciate it not hurting anymore when we have sex." Had I known what was going to be done to me I would have stuck with the painful penetrations but it was too late to complain now. This device wasn't coming off anytime soon. Like a kid with a new toy, Betty couldn't wait to get me home and take me out for a test drive. The Doctor was right it didn't hurt anymore. As the days and weeks went by I learnt to put aside my shame at becoming a she-male and thoroughly enjoy Betty pumping away hard in my anus for it was the only way that I could get any sexual relief. At first, wearing the device felt weird and uncomfortable. It forced me to walk with a wiggle, swinging my butt from side to side just like a woman. This wasn't acting anymore. Betty now had total control over me. I had truly become her plaything. She was either a very good actress or had actually become the domme the part called for her to perform. Betty started changing my office outerwear into women's slacks and plain looking blouses. No one at work seemed to care. To them I had already been categorized as effeminate and this was just more of the same. Betty started to teach me how to apply make-up. She took me to her hair dresser where I had a permanent, my brows were tweezed into thin female arches and my ears were double pierced in each ear lobe. They even applied long fake nails to my fingers. No one even blinked when my slacks transitioned into skirts and dresses. Plain blouses became frilly and feminine. Betty made me wear real nylons with a garter belt and high heeled shoes. From then on I looked 100% female so that's the way I learnt how to act. I had to for my own safety when out in public and Betty made sure I maintained that while at home too. It was not long before I was called into the HR managers office to see the office manager who, of course, was Betty. She pretended not to know me personally and talked to me as if I were just her troublesome employee. She started to discuss the changes I had been making to my appearance even though she already knew it was all at her behest. "Well Steven, or should I call you Stefanie now," she started out. I said "Considering how I'm dressed, I'd like to be called Stefanie, Mam." "Yes, that's good for it's exactly what we need to talk about. If you're going to keep coming to work dressed like that then we need to make a few changes. Can't have you upsetting everyone so I've decided to revise your employment details to reflect your obvious change of lifestyle. An email will be sent out announcing your new status as a female secretary. Yes, that's right. You are being promoted to secretary. Everybody has been advised that you are undergoing a gender change and have been told to treat you as a female. Let me know if you have any problems, especially from the men. I won't tolerate any discrimination towards you." Betty had me over a barrel. She was the one forcing me to dress this way and now she was using it as an excuse to make me appear to be truly transgender. Everyone would think it my desire to live full time and be treated as a woman. She had me sign employment forms in my new name and gender as well as legal documents applying for a new social security number and driver's license. I don't know why but I didn't put up any fuss. I seemed to find myself acquiescing to everything she wanted. *********************************************************************** My family too were in shock. At each family get together or outing, Betty had gradually changed my appearance, just as she had made me do at work. At first they just shook their heads at me and tried to talk me out of what I was doing. I couldn't tell them that I was in an acting role and hopefully I would be back to my normal self in only a year's time. I certainly couldn't tell then that Betty had done all of this to me against my will. Surprisingly, once I started cross-dressing fully they all seemed resigned to my change. They may not have embraced the changes but surprisingly tried to be accepting of me transitioning into a woman. It was now six months into my role and my old reputation as a man had been fully destroyed. Betty had me living and working 24/7 as a woman. I had gradually been adjusting to my new life style and could now easily pass as a real woman. I even had real breasts and was worried that they might not go away too easily when this acting role was over. I wasn't even sure that I was really an acting anymore. I suspected that that initial shot from the back-street doctor had been hormones but that would not have been enough to make me grow C size boobs. I surmised that Betty too must be regularly doping my food with hormones. This was way further than I wanted to go but I saw no way out of my predicament. Betty didn't seem anything like the woman I had fallen in love with. She had changed so much from the loving and caring girlfriend of only six months ago. Once again at work I was called in for a talk with HR. This time it wasn't Betty that I sat across the table from but the office manager. He was reviewing my performance and finding everything wanting. According to him I was a lousy typist, abysmal at shorthand and kept very poor time. All true, but it was a waste of time telling him that was all due to Betty. She was the one that had made me a secretary when she knew that I could not type, take shorthand or, because of her demands, get to work on time. The manager said he was sorry but I was being let go. I wasn't too worried. I hated the job anyway and wouldn't mind some time off at home. Betty was furious with me calling me a stupid worthless ungrateful little bitch. Where had that come from? Was she right? Maybe it was my fault that I'd gotten fired. I had to have been very bad for it's almost impossible to fire a transgender person. "Well, I'm not going to let you loll around the house all day. To stay here, you'll need to earn your keep young lady." I didn't think she could throw me out. That would ruin the show and ruin her chance of becoming a famous actress. As far as I was concerned, I didn't think she was acting anymore. She really seemed to have changed into a mean domineering woman. The Betty of six months ago was long gone only to be replaced by this harsh taskmistress that enjoyed belittling and feminizing me. There was very little left of the original Steven by now. I had lost all of my confidence and was always looking to Betty for approval and to tell me what to do. *********************************************************************** It didn't take long for her to find me the perfect job; one that perfectly matches my skills. At least, that's what she told me and I believed her. Betty was always right, especially about what I should do. So, there I was reporting to a downtown club for an interview as a 'hostess'. The manager took one look at me and said "Well, aren't you a cute. Almost too cute. You aren't a real woman are you? We don't hire them; only genuine she-males." I was tempted to say that I was a real woman but Betty would only find out and punish me. "Yes, I'm the genuine article honey," I responded as sexily as I could. "OK then, prove it and the job is yours," he said. First, I stripped down to my bra and G-string and then took those off as well so he could see my chastity device. "I don't know. You still look very real to me. You'll have to take the chastity device off to prove you're really a she-male." This was getting ridiculous. Usually the objective was to be convincing as a female but he wanted me to display my penis. "I can't. It doesn't come off. There are soldered piercings through my penis and an expanded tube in my anus that prevents it ever coming off. If you don't believe me, I'm sure that my mistress Betty will vouch for me or the doctor at the clinic." Fortunately, he knew of the clinic and a quick phone call confirmed my bona fides. "Your job is to entertain male customers looking for a unique experience which only this place in town offers. Your job is to be a stripper dancing on stage at the pole. You'll sit and flirt with the men getting them to buy you expensive drinks. You only get paid for giving lap dances and going upstairs for the more private forms of entertainment. Just so there's no misunderstanding, that means a bit of fondling mixed in with oral or anal sex. Are you up to that?." How could I answer that? I didn't know. I hadn't ever been out with a male with me pretending to be a woman let alone let them fuck me in the ass. But Betty had told me that this was my skill set; what I was truly good for, so I answered the only way I could, with a brief uncertain nod. "You don't seem so sure, Stefanie, so come here and prove it to me," he demanded. I reluctantly went over and knelt before him on the floor. He told me to unzip his pants and give him a good fluff job. Just placing my hands on his penis gave him an instant erection. His penis was enormous and already delivering pre-cum to its tip. I smelt his maleness and wanted to vomit over his lap at the thought of having to suck him off. Little by little I managed to overcome my disgust and inhibitions. I used my tongue to lick his glans while using my fingers to stroke his balls. Then, to avoid any loss of courage I sank his penis deep into my mouth and began to suck on it. He grabbed hold of my head and started to push it backwards and forwards all the time with my lips running over the engorged organ in my mouth. It seemed like forever but must have only been a minute or two before he shot his load of semen into my mouth. Disgusted with myself, I swallowed it all to get the taste out of my mouth. I had sucked my first real penis and survived without puking my guts up. "Not bad, not bad at all," he said with a grin on his ugly fat face. "OK, now give me a lap dance," he instructed. Of course, I had never done one before. During my college days I had, however, been the recipient of several and knew what to do. At first I was clumsy but soon got the hang of waving my butt cheeks in his face, all to the sound of some background music. He didn't keep his hands to himself. He cupped and massage my tits first, making sure to twist and pinch my nipples. Then I felt his hands all over my butt. The music was coming to an end so I took that as a sign to finish the dance, rubbing my butt cheeks into his lap. Before I knew it he had grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me down onto his erect penis. Surprisingly it had come back to life after being fluffed by me some minutes earlier. I felt it push into my anus. It was tight but did not hurt. I found myself being rammed like a piston going in and out of its tight chamber. The feeling was good as it massaged my prostrate. After minutes of us both grunting and screaming he orgasmed giving out one final load groan of pleasure. Once again I felt a discharge of semen, only this time inside my rear end. "Good, good," he beamed at me. "You're quite the little sex siren, aren't you? A little bit shy at first but it didn't take you long to get you going." OMG, what had I done? A man had fucked me and somewhere on vid this had all been recorded. What was worse is that the record must have captured my orgasmic reaction of pleasure to the event. No one, absolutely no one, will ever believe that I was just acting a role. Of course not, I thought. I'm not really acting anymore, am I? And so, my job started. Dressed only in a platform bra and thong, I made my rounds of the men satisfying their depraved pleasures of having sex with a female looking man. Over time I became very popular with the men and earned lots of tips. I learnt how to flirt with them and make them desire my body. A lot of good that did for me. Betty claimed all of my earnings for housekeeping and taking 'care' of me. Then, when she realized how much money was in it she started pimping me out during the day time. Before long I was a viable business concern all by myself. Once I started to service men, Betty wouldn't use me for sex any more. Lacking her attention drove me even more into arms of men as a way to get sexual satisfaction. Betty, told me that I was too much of a woman now to satisfy her. She needed a real man to fulfill her sexual needs. So, before long, I was kicked out of her apartment as she brought her new boyfriend in to live with her. As a parting gesture she said she had arranged for someone else to take care of me. I found that I had been sold to a pimp. He told me that I was now his property and he made me work the streets with his real girls. I was the exotic special item on the menu when real girls were not quite enough to satisfy the john. Surprisingly, there were many in that category. My pimp took all of my earnings for 'board and keep' and he made sure that I made my assigned quota of john's each night. Then, one night after many months of being pimped, I found my evening client to be the director that had hired me for the acting role. He told me that he was very impressed with my acting skills. So much so, that despite my contract being up, they had decided to keep the series going for another year, filming only me. I had no choice for wording in the contract allowed they to renew as often as they wanted to. Betty had apparently settled in with her boyfriend, gotten married and was now pregnant. She wasn't interested in fame anymore and nor was the public interested in her. I started to see episodes of the vid being broadcast. It was a big hit and I was watched avidly by the public. I too found it fascinating, if only to make me squirm at how stupid I had been and see what had been done to me. There was no going back. I had played my part so well that this was now the real me. No one, not even me, believed that I was just acting the part.