An Extreme Cure For Writers Block Part 4
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I was ushered to stand backstage which meant I could see the audience. I
had no idea how many people the place could accommodate but it was easily
into the hundreds. The host, Andy Parker was doing an intro. Telling
jokes about the latest news in politics mostly but I couldn't really pay
attention. There was nervous energy flowing through my body. I wanted to
turn and get out of here. Tell Davis to reverse the spell and just get on
with my boring but safe old life.
"I don't know if I can do this," I said. The words had just left my lips
when someone took my hand. I looked over. It was Mark with another one of
his trademark movie star smiles.
"Don't worry. I'll be here with you and I'll help out if there are any
uncomfortable silences," he assured me as he gave my hand a little
comforting squeeze. "But something tells me you are going to be amazing"
I wish I could say I played it cool at that point. Instead a big smile
spread across my face and I actually giggled. Mark Langham thought I was
amazing. Amazing!
"Now let me introduce our guests tonight," Andy started to introduce us.
Andy Parker himself was a shorter, chubby man whose build wasn't that
dissimilar to my own former body. I knew he was 40 as a few nights ago it
had been his birthday show and I'd seen some clips online. He wore a
smart, light grey suit but no tie. He'd had some success as a stand up
comic over the last few years and had taken over the show about six
months ago.
"First we have a man who has stared in some of the biggest blockbuster
movies of the last few years. The ultimate movie hero, he is now turning
his hand to something more villainous!"
He paused.
"And our second guest is a woman who's name you will know and who's face
you soon will. The formerly reclusive, mysterious writer of the Lucy
Chambers series..."
He paused again and looked right into the camera.
"...and by the way fellas she's also pretty easy on the eye! Please
welcome Mark Langham and Lacey Cooper!"
Those slender legs of mine didn't seem to want to move but I wasn't given
a choice as Mark strode forwards, still holding my hand. The applause was
insane, like thunder. The lights blinding unless I focused my attention
towards Andy on the stage. I could hear screaming and people calling both
our names. The entire thing was so overwhelming I went into a sort of
autopilot.
I remember Andy hugging me, pulling me against his body and kissing my
cheek. He hugged Mark too and we were soon sat on a dark purple couch on
the stage. Thankfully, I remembered to keep my legs together! Andy sat
behind a desk to my left and Mark was on my right.
"Well firstly Mark is fantastic to see you again. We love you here, don't
we?" Andy said, turning to the audience who went into another round of
whooping and cheering!
"But if you will forgive me Mark I think our audience would like to hear
from Lacey first"
"Not at all," Mark said, "I'd love to hear from her too." I looked over
at him and he winked.
"Lacey," Andy started, "you write one of the most popular book series in
recent memory and until now you've always kept hidden away....which if I
may say so is a crime after seeing you in that dress!"
That got a laugh and a few whistles. "So tell me, why now?"
I looked around at the audience and at the cameras pointing at me.
"Well I've written eight books with another on the way," I said, further
cheers echoed at the mention of another book. "In all that time I've
never really engaged with my fans and I felt like it was time to change
that. I do owe it all to them"
After that there was a little more chat between Mark and Andy. I actually
started to enjoy myself. I found I had to kind of forget how many
hundreds of eyes were on me and that those same eyes saw a sexy red head
in a tiny dress! I also tried not to think about how many millions more
could possibly see me once the show aired later tonight.
"So its game time and we are going to start with you Lacey if that's ok!"
Andy announced as he took some cards from his desk. "Now due to your
former secrecy a lot of rumours have been posted online over the years.
Some clearly crazy now that I see you but others more interesting. All I
want you to do is say true or false."
"Ok sure," I said to another round of applause.
"Let's play 'Truth or erotic fiction'....sorry about the name but we
didn't have a lot of time to prepare," he joked. "Statement one, true or
false you are a middle aged housewife from Texas!"
"False," I said which for some reason generated a cheer when Andy
announced it was the correct answer.
"Statement two, true or false your continual kidnap victim Lucy Chambers
is based on you."
This made me pause. That was a common theory and now that I basically
looked like a real life version of her it would be hard to deny. I
remembered Bloom talking about increasing sales and knew that only one
answer would further that goal.
"That one is at least partially true," I told him. "Although my life is
not as exciting!"
At that point Mark leant over. "Would you like it to be?" he said and the
audience cheered again.
"That question isn't part of the game," I told him with a smile.
"Stop it you two! I'll have to throw cold water on you!" Andy said,
turning to the camera again. "If these two end up an item I want it
recorded I got them together."
That made me blush but Mark just laughed.
"Ok Lacey, final statement before we take a break. True or false, you
write about a submissive woman who gets tied up a lot because that is
your fantasy?"
This was always going to come up at some point. What else could I do? I
didn't want to disappoint Bloom or the fans.
"True," I replied to a huge cheer! In a way I wasn't really lying. I did
write about a submissive woman who got tied up a lot because it was my
fantasy. I just wasn't usually the woman in the scenario!
"Wow that's a red hot exclusive right there! There is one card left but
I'm not going to bother with it. We can clearly see you aren't really a
man!" Andy said, ripping the card in two. "We will be right back!"
The lights went down a little and things relaxed.
"You two are going to be my favourite guests if you aren't careful," he
told us as he got up and went to talk to a producer. I breathed out. That
was intense.
"You are doing great Lacey," Mark told me as he took a sip of water.
"Really? I'm so nervous. I'm not really suited to this kind of thing. I'm
more of an introvert."
"Could have fooled me."
The show soon resumed, and the rest of the interview passed without
complications. I was glad that Mark took a lot of time to talk about his
movie which sounded really interesting. When I wasn't talking, I could
almost pretend I was watching along at home.
Things eventually came to a close and I was taken to a green room along
with Mark and a few of the producers. Andy joined us and thanked us both,
giving me another even tighter hug.
"You have to come on again," he told me. "I won't take no for an answer!
I think your appearance is going to be huge so we could even get you back
on in a few weeks."
"Oh that's very kind of you," I said as I felt my breasts pushed against
his soft body, those arms wrapping around me like thick snakes. He
released me and thanked Mark too, although didn't invite him back quite
so soon.
Mark handed me a glass of champagne and took a sip of one he was holding.
"So what are you doing now?" he said "It's still early and we are both
looking amazing, you more so in that dress, so I was wondering if you
wanted to do something."
It was around 8pm and the show wouldn't air until midnight. "Oh this
isn't my dress," I informed him. "They probably want it back." I looked
around for the two ladies from makeup but couldn't see them. Mark looked
a little put out and I realised he'd just asked me out and all I did was
tell him I didn't own a dress!
"Lacey I'm asking you on a date," he laughed and took hold of my free
hand once again. "Are you really that clueless about men?"
"Sorry! I'm really bad at picking up on signals and the idea that someone
like you would want to take someone like me out....well its hard to
believe." In my head I was still that somewhat scruffy guy and having a
man ask me out clearly wasn't something I was ready to deal with.
"Right. Hot red heads with amazing bodies and even better personalities
never get hit on huh?" There was that easy-going grin again that made me
feel a little funny inside.
"I'm sure they do. I don't get out much so I don't talk to many people is
all," I said. I couldn't help but feel curious at the idea of going out
with a movie star. But it felt very risky. I didn't understand the
attraction I felt towards him and honestly it scared me. It was either
just from my being his fan or there had been a fundamental change in my
sexuality.
I still had questions for Davis. I needed to know if these new feelings I
had could be anything to do with the change. If they were, I'd have no
choice but to ask him to reverse it and give me my male body back sooner
than planned.
"Look I'd really like to spend more time with you but I'm afraid I have
to get going. Perhaps another time." I didn't want to just shut him down.
He was such a nice person.
"Another time," he said, then leaning forward and gently pushing his lips
to mine for just a second. I let out a little gasp and found myself
staring at him as he pulled away. Blushing I put my glass on a nearby
table and made my way out of the room. I had no idea if that was what I
really wanted but it felt like what I had to do. I wasn't always going to
be like this so getting involved with anyone felt wrong. And I reminded
myself once again I wasn't into guys!
I looked around for the makeup ladies but it seemed they had left. No one
else knew where they had put my clothing. I was offered a car to take me
wherever I wanted and a promise they would find my things. They better.
According to Davis those clothes he had magically created would change
back into my male clothing once the spell was reversed. That may raise
some questions!
The car turned out to be the limo again and with the same driver. I slid
into the backseat, in my tiny dress and closed my eyes.
"Where are we headed Miss?"
"Oh....home please," I replied also giving him my address. I leant
forwards, feeling my dress stretch tight over my breasts, as I unfastened
my heels and kicked them off. It was strange I'd worn them for hours at
this point and my feet didn't ache at all.
"Is this address right Miss?" the driver asked. I could understand that
question. I lived in a modest house in an area of town that wasn't so
great. Although I had the money to move and buy my own place I had never
really cared about that. I liked where I lived and the people in my
neighbourhood.
"Yeah that's right," I replied, too tired to go into any details. This
was the first time I'd had any time to think and I just wanted to sit
back and do just that.
Although this day hadn't gone as planned, I did feel it had gone quite
well. The initial plan had been to simply live privately as Lacey to try
and get over my writers block. To feel what it was like to be a woman. As
soon as word had gotten out in my publishers office that all changed. Now
I was doing press, under the public eye and expected to say and do
certain things. I was expected to be a certain person. Even during my
first day something of my Lucy Chambers stories had crept into my real
life. I remembered vividly being taped up and placed in a dark closet by
Bloom. All in the name of research.
Slowly I let my eyes close as the motion of the car relaxed me.
When I opened them, I was still in the limo but the driver was gone. Had
I drifted off? I looked out of the windows and the car appeared to be
parked in a warehouse of some sort. I could see the sun rising through
the windows. Had I been asleep for hours?
Suddenly the doors were torn open and I saw gloved hands reaching in!
They grabbed my wrists and ankles and I was dragged from the vehicle and
dropped face down on the dirty floor! "Get her hands behind her," one
raspy male voice yelled.
"Stop!" I screamed as my arms were pulled back and I felt thick rope
being twisted around my wrists and elbows! A wad of cloth was forced into
my mouth and tape wrapped around it, silencing me.
"We've got you Ms Chambers, stop fighting," the voice said into my ear as
my legs were bound.
Chambers?
"Ms Cooper wake up please," the drivers voice said as I opened my eyes.
"We've arrived Miss."
I must have looked confused as he asked me if I was ok more than once. I
assured him I was and quickly made my way back to my house.
The dream had freaked me out. Not only was it the most vivid dream I'd
ever had but also because it had left my body practically buzzing with
excitement! The scene was from one of my older books. Lucy was an
undercover reporter at a fundraiser and the bad guy found out she was
looking into him. He arranged for her to use his limo and driver to get
home. She was abducted in the same way I was although she didn't have
someone wake her back to a safer reality. I suppose getting into the limo
had brought that scene to the front of my subconscious and that had
caused the dream.
I made sure my front door was locked and dropped my heels onto the floor.
I manged to unzip my dress and let that fall too. Here I was all alone,
in a drop-dead gorgeous body and wearing only a tiny black thong. What
else was a boy turned girl to do?
I lay on my couch, feeling the leather against my soft skin. It was cold
and rough as it wasn't the best quality. I let my hands trace over my
stomach, shivering a little as it tickled. I moved my left hand up,
passing over my breasts for a moment to my face. With my eyes closed I
let my fingertips trace my new jawline, my tiny nose with that slight
upturn and those full lips. It felt so good to get to know my new body
finally.
I sucked my finger a little and then moved it down, holding my breath as
I slipped it into my panties and for the first time touched my new sex.
Instantly I moaned. Just a slight trace of a finger along the outside
sent unfamiliar yet exciting sensations into my body. When I found my
clit and rubbed my finger around it I actually screamed! I was already
turned on but I had no idea that it would feel so good! Sure, as a guy
I'd made sure to pay attention to what my partners liked and the few
women I'd been with always liked this. I didn't know that any of them
reacted this strongly to a simple touch.
While my finger played down below my other hand moved to my nipples. They
were already hard and I found that gently pinching and twisting them
produced the most pleasing results. I let out another moan, a sound like
those I'd heard in porn over the years but never expected to hear coming
from my own mouth!
Thoughts began to drift through my mind. Not the usual fantasies that
usually contained old girlfriends or hot actresses that I liked. This
time I thought about the dream. Of being grabbed and tossed to the floor
so roughly. The voice whispering harshly into my ear. The voice of a man
making me his prisoner.
At around this point I lost control and my body shook as I felt my first
orgasm as a woman. For a man the focus is the dick but as a woman it felt
like so much more. My body was trembling as I kept circling my clit which
seemed to extend the orgasm on and on! Eventually I couldn't take it
anymore and pulled my hand away, rolling onto my side on the couch and
just basking in the sensations I'd just experienced. I didn't know if a
male mind was meant to process something like that, but I found it was
difficult to focus on anything else for a while. Despite that I was
worried. Less than 24 hours after I changed and the things that turned me
on were changing.
The thing that snapped me out of it was the knock on my door.
I jumped up! "Who is it?" I said, hoping my voice didn't sound too horny
or make it obvious what I'd been doing.
"James it's me, open up!" I heard Davis call from the other side.
"One second!" I replied as I hurried to my bedroom, grabbed a dark blue
bath robe that I'd had for a few years and pulled it on. The thing
swamped me but I tied the belt and opened the door.
"Why did it take so long?" he asked, stepping by me and into my home. He
was still in the suit I'd seen him wearing earlier. He'd been working
late again.
"I was working out," I replied, wishing I hadn't.
"Is that what you call it?" he said laughing.
"Like you wouldn't try a few things if you had this body," I scolded him
before laughing too.
We sat down and I opened a couple of beers. We chatted a little about the
show and I told him I thought it went well. He said the producers had
sent some nice feedback to Bloom about me and asked him to arrange
another appearance.
"Listen did you tell Bloom about your writers block?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. And some other stuff but I wasn't sure I wanted to
mention that now.
"Well then you have a problem. He?s really worried his investors will
crucify him if the book is late. He says he needs the sales it will bring
in to happen on this years figures. Did you also know he is famous for
his legendarily crazy solutions to writers block too?"
"Right he mentioned making a horror writer live in an old hospital for a
week."
"That was Nathan. Nearly scarred him for life but it did work." Davis
shrugged as he took a swig from the beer. "Listen the main reason I?m
here is Bloom has a solution for you too. He asked me to come and see
what you thought"
"Oh no," I said, remembering being trussed up in his closet once again.
Although again I didn?t mention it.
"You ever hear of these companies that you can pay to kidnap you?" he
said.
To be continued.....
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