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Marilyn goes to Hollywood As soon as the door closed behind them, James grabbed Gillian and hugged her tight. He found her lips and gave her a soft kiss, thrusting his tongue gently into her mouth. Gillian pressed herself to him as he ran his hands over her breast feeling the growing bulge at his crotch. "James, stop. I'll take care of you, but stop." Gillian dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. She took him into her mouth and sucked at him furiously. This was not the slow loving caress James was used to and he looked down at her. "You don't have to do that. What's wrong?" he asked concerned. Gillian stopped, removed his saliva-coated penis from her mouth and looked at him. "Let me finish and I'll tell you." She took him back into her mouth and sucked hard. It didn't take long for James to erupt down her throat. She swallowed, licked him clean and stood up. "Sorry, babe, I know you wanted that." James hugged her. "What's the matter? You've been preoccupied all through dinner. Is it the exams?" "Yes. Let me change and please get us something to drink. I'll explain." Gillian left James with his pants and underwear by the door. He struggled out of his outerwear and stood in boxers and T-shirt. He went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. That was all that was left in the bottle. He took the glasses to the small living room and sat on the couch. James and Gillian had been an item for several months now. They were both in the final stages of their respective courses. Jack wanted to be an engineer; Gillian a cosmetologist. They had met at a party and hit it off. Gillian was a mere 5'5" and 115 lbs. with firm 36B breasts, a great figure and shapely legs. She was beautiful, always well made up and a great personality with a good sense of humor. James was 5' 7" a little taller than Gillian, with bright blue eyes and short, dark blonde hair. He had a very slim figure and worked out daily. He was a grade-A student and had just completed his Final exams. Gillian's were coming up and then they planned a journey in their car to a big National Park with no particular agenda in mind. After that, they would be looking for jobs. Gillian came back in her robe which did nothing to hide that she was just wearing a bra and panties. She sat on the couch beside James, took a sip of wine and laid down with her head on his lap. She looked worried. James leaned down and kissed her tenderly. His hand wandered gently to her open robe and breast. He rubbed the breast gently, more as therapy than or sexual excitement. "So, what's up? I thought you did well in the exams," he asked kissing her lightly again. "Yes, that isn't the problem. Ms. Elizabeth, our course instructor, told us some days ago that next week they are having important guests from Hollywood. He is the Director and Chief Makeup artist for a new film about Marilyn Monroe. Ms. Elizabeth has selected three of her best students to present models to him. They must be dressed and made up to look like Monroe. The winner gets to work in Hollywood for six weeks as an assistant to the Makeup director and will get film credits." "Sounds great and you'll win it. Can I come to Hollywood too? Never been there," James stated lightly tweaking Gillian's nipple. "Not so easy. Tanya and Millie are the other two and they are great. So, it'll need to be fantastic." "Babe, you have the skills and I don't know why you are worried. Just to be selected is already good." "Yes, but think of what will happen if I win. There may be other studios out there that may hire me permanently. Would be a fantastic opportunity." James leaned down and kissed Gillian tenderly. "You'll make it and if you need someone to carry your cases to Hollywood, I'm your man. I am sure they need good engineers in LA." "I'd love that but I have to win first." "If that is all that is worrying you, then I can think of ways to make you relax. You'll ace it." James's fingers trailed down to Gillian's crotch and under her panties. He looked for that spot he knew would excite her. Unusually, she appeared to be dry down there. Normally he would find it moist and waiting for further stimulation. "That's the problem. I have to find a model that can reasonably pass for Marilyn. I asked all the girls in class who came close to Marilyn's measurements and nobody is available. Do you know anyone from your class or friends?" "No, babe, can't think of anyone. What are you looking for?" "Well, Marilyn was about 5' 6", about 120 lbs. and a 37-23-36 size. All curves in the right places." "Wow. You are about that weight but a little shorter. Your sizes are different but I assume there are many tricks to get you bigger up top." "That won't work. I have to demonstrate that I can create that look on other people." "I'm sure you can find someone. I mean those are fairly normal height and weight. Even I would fit that statistic. I am sure you'll find somebody and I'll look around too. I'm sorry I can't help." James' fingers were getting moist and he could see Gillian's eyes closed and gentle movements as she reacted to his fingers. James leaned down again and gave her a deep kiss, working his fingers deeper. Gillian's began to move faster and he continued for the pending James hand. She pulled his head down and pushed her tongue into his mouth. "See, now you are a little more relaxed. I know you'll figure it out," James said. "Let's go to bed." He gave her his hand and pulled her up, kissing her lightly. "Thanks," she said a little more relaxed. In bed they made slow love and both reach a climax together. They stayed like that and dozed off. Gillian appeared to be less tense as they slept entwined. It was almost mid-morning when James awoke to feel a moist mouth slowly sucking his now erect tool. Gillian had slid down and had her feet over the end. James was not large down there, perhaps a full 6" when erect, but he never had complaints. He made sure his girlfriends were satisfied with his attention through penis, hands and mouth. Gillian certainly had no complaints. She had even once remarked that she liked his size as it fit well in her mouth. She looked up at him. "Good morning," she said with a smile. "I thought this might be a nice way to wake you up after you helped me relax last night." "Any time, babe," he said as she licked, sucked, took each ball into her mouth. She was in no hurry and neither was James. After erupting several times, he was glad it would take longer for his first explosion of the morning. "Would you come with me to LA?" Gillian asked poised with James' very hard cock at her lips. James looked at her holding his very hard cock to her lips. He didn't want her to stop now. "Yes, are you asking?" "Yes, I would like that. We can share an apartment. It would be fun. Would you like that too?" "I've never been to California. It would be fun. And if you are going to wake me up like this every morning, I am in". James was trying hard to keep his erection and pushed against Gillian's mouth. "That's great but I would need your help." "Of course. What do I need to do?" Gillian took the head back into her mouth, eyes never wavering from James'. After slurping it and soaking it in spittle and looked up. "I was thinking about what you said and think you would make the perfect model for Marilyn." Gillian took the whole penis into her mouth as James yelled an indistinguishable sound and came deep in her mouth. After letting it deflate, Gillian looked at James. "I assume that was a 'yes', she said with a big smile. "And yes, I don't mind waking you up like this every morning, Marilyn." After the intensity of his orgasm, James was amazed at Gillian's request. "That's stupid. How can you even suggest that?" Gillian smiled. "You said yourself that you were not far off Marilyn's height and weight. You have less on top and that can easily be fixed. I can make you look the perfect Marilyn but need your co-operation." "I don't want to let you down, Gill. Much as I would like to go to LA with you, I don't want you to lose because of me." Gillian looked at James, the deflated penis still at her mouth. "If you don't do this for me, I will withdraw. I don't have time to find someone and practice to make sure I have it right. We'll have to forget LA." James stared at Gillian for a long moment confusion in his face. He had no idea what was expected of him but he didn't want Gillian to regret their relationship down the road. "What does Marilyn have to do?" he asked quietly. "Well, you'll have to dress and then go through the makeover. That will take some hours. You'll have to stand inspection, of course. But nothing more. Say Hello and Goodbye in a sultry voice but nothing more." James took a few moments more to think about it. "So what will I do? When do you need to start?" "Immediately. The more practice I get, the better on the day. I have about a week to get you perfect. You will need to wear heels and a bra. We'll have to go shopping now. I already picked the store that has most of what we will need." Gillian crawled up James's body and kissed him. His taste was in her mouth but he had not disliked it before. "Thanks. I won't forget this." She helped him up. "Do you really think this will work?" James asked now conscious of his decision. "I have no idea what to do." Gillian smiled. "We don't have much time but I am sure I can turn you into an authentic and realistic Marilyn. If you can get into it with attitude, smile at the Director and walk a few steps in the heels, it'll work. Won't be easy but I know you can do it. Don't forget, it's my career so it needs to be good." Gillian went to her small desk and came back with a tape. James had pulled up his boxers. "Let's get your measurements. Need to get the right outfits." "What do you mean by outfits? I thought this was a one day deal." Gillian smiled. "If you think you're going to be a realistic Marilyn with big boobs, bra and dress walking in heels in one day, you misunderstand the project. We need to win. This means you practice in a dress and heels. Not the iconic Marilyn dress but something similar. Want to change your mind? I don't want to spend time and money for you to back off." "No, no, I said I'll do it. But I need your help." "Of course. I have a lot to lose. But you have to do everything I say and get into it. Then, we'll be sipping Mojitos in Hollywood." Gillian reached up and gave him a quick kiss. "And I'll be giving you a special Good Morning' kiss down there every day." Gillian measured James at bust, waist, and hips and from shoulder to knee. "Not bad. I think we can make this work. You'll need a tight corset. Into the bathroom and wait for me." A bemused James walked into the bathroom in his boxers. He didn't understand what he had promised. But his doubts were overcome with the thought of Mojitos in Hollywood. Gillian rubbed a cream all over his body up to his neck and embarrassingly even between his nether cheeks. "Why do we need to do this?" he asked. Gillian smiled. "We'll have to glue down those big hooters to your chest. Pulling them off with hair could be painful. In fact, we might start gluing them today so you get used to the weight and need to change your posture," Gillian paused for a moment. "You realize that they expect me to transform an ordinary girl into Marilyn. What do you think the Director will say if he thinks my model is a boy?" "How long....?" he began. "Trust me. You need to be perfect on Friday. We don't want to come second. So getting used to acting and walking normally with that bust and in heels is key." "Walk?" "Yes, maybe not far but you would need to be as realistic as possible. I am sure just within the hall but you need to be ready." He didn't ask why as he had to wait a few minutes and then was pushed into the shower. He felt good as he watched his sparse hair drain away and admired his smooth skin. Gillian pulled him out of the shower as he was beginning to feel his smooth skin. "Until this is over, we will need to depilate you every couple of days. It'll make the breast forms stay correctly too." Gillian rubbed some lotion all over his body giving his cock a couple of strokes. They returned to the bedroom and Gillian asked James to dress casually. She needed to make a call. James complied running his hands over his smooth skin which felt different. Even though he only had sparse hair before, he felt the difference. "Do you have anything planned for the next week?" Gillian asked as she returned to the bedroom. "No, just have to clear out my stuff from the flat. But that'll only take a few hours as I don't have much. I was hoping we could leave on that trip after your final so I didn't renew the room. Why?" James shared an apartment with two guys. Since he didn't have a job; his plans were to go on vacation with Gillian and then find a place to stay on his return. "Now that is very convenient," Gillian replied. "Let's go help pack your stuff and then you'll spend the next week here practicing to be Marilyn. Great!" "But what about my stuff? My friends?" "Well, you can put your stuff here if there isn't much. You can go out with your friends as Marilyn and show off your boobs. Or you can help me win this competition and we can then move to California. I am sure Marilyn will make many friends there," "Very funny. So no vacation trip then?" "If I don't win, I'll have time. Like you, I have no job to go to so we can travel and see the country. I have the apartment for another two months." James smiled at the thought. 24/7 with Gillian, driving along the highway deciding from day to day where they would go. He couldn't lose. And when they returned, he wouldn't have a room so moving in with Gillian would be a natural development. He smiled. Either way, for a short period of discomfort and even humiliation, he would be set in Hollywood or with Gillian. It took them less than 90 minutes to pack James' books, laptop and clothes. He lived in T-shirts and Jeans with a winter coat. Forty-five minutes later they had stored away his stuff in Gillian's modest apartment. "OK, now for the serious stuff. Till next Friday night, you're going to be Marilyn. But since I can't show you off too early, you'll wear a bra, dress, and heels all day. We'll practice your Marilyn looks in the apartment with a wig and accessories. If we have to go out, you'll just be a regular everyday Marilyn. On Friday, you'll be the Marilyn. No arguments or discussions. Agreed? I can't afford the money to fail." James nodded unsure of how he could live up to Gillian's expectations. He had to try else he knew his relationship with Gillian would end. She was determined to make this a success. Hollywood was the place for her to reach the peak of her profession. "Yes," James voiced his assent. "I've never done anything like this before. You know that. I even avoided Halloween because I didn't like dressing up and going around." "I know, babe. But this could mean a lot for both of us. This is not a public event. And after all the time and trouble to do this, this Director will probably decide in less than an hour if we win or not. So it is a big deal and I can't thank you enough for agreeing. I promise to make it exciting for you," Gillian said rubbing his crotch. They arrived at a strip mall and a shop that had opaque windows. Except for some crowded dresses in the window, nothing inside was visible. James walked nervously, his hand in Gillian's. "Don't worry, try to have fun with this. You won't be seen by the public. But you will look great I promise." The lady that greeted them in the sore welcomed them warmly. She was quite tall and had broad shoulders. Her face was heavy with makeup: a startling red mouth and very large heavy eyelashes. Her hair was big and blonde. Large hoop earrings hung from her pierced ears. The overall look was OTT glamor. "OK," she said coming to see them. "So, this is going to be Marilyn? His size is great and I think I have everything you wanted. If he is going home dressed, he'll need another couple of outfits too," "OK, Clarisse, you know my budget. So please get him ready. I'll pick out the other outfits, but I'd like the breasts glued on and then see him in the Marilyn dress and wig. We need to get close to the 37-23-36. Boobs won't be an issue, waist and hips will present problems. See how close you can get and we can adjust." "I said I'll give you a good discount if you keep your side of the bargain. We'll try different sizes before we glue them on. So let's see what I can do. Come along Marilyn," Clarisse said and took James by the arm and led him to the back of the store. James had no idea about any deal. He was too absorbed by what was going to happen to him. Clarisse asked James to remove all his clothing and gave him a panty to wear for modesty Clarisse measured his waist which was just under 30 inches. "Don't worry, I have seen it all before and that panty is only for your modesty. I'll be back in a minute." Clarisse was smiling at James' discomfort. He undressed and pulled up the panty. It was plain and without frills. Clarisse returned with a series of items. They appeared to be corsets or some other restrictive garment. "We'll have to try several before we get it right," she said as she wrapped a garment around his mid-section. Hooking the section in front, Clarisse tightened the laces constricting his waist. James was startled at the sudden constriction as the laces were tightened. Seeing Clarisse's size, James could feel her strength. The tape went around his waist. A moment later he was able to breathe as the laces were loosened and the corset removed. "Well, you were down to 28" but I think we can do a little better. You'll learn to adjust your breathing. After a few hours, you'll not know you're wearing it. Because of the size of the bust, we have to use a special corset and then use the right sized bra. The waist cinchers won't generally hold that size of bust in their cups. We'll see." Clarisse said this in a matter-of-fact manner as if this was a daily event. James didn't understand then, but this was Clarisse's business turning men into presentable women. The next corset was placed around his waist and tightened. James could hardly breathe. Clarisse coached him how to breathe and tightened it until James almost fainted. "26 inches. Soon you'll adjust to it," Clarisse said knowingly. "Just breathe slowly... I'll get a bra and forms." James was left to ponder what was happening when Clarisse returned with several boxes with Gillian behind her. Clarisse strapped a large bra on James pulling his arms through the straps. Gillian looked serious as Clarisse inserted two large breast forms into the bra cups and then tightened the straps. "Bend forward, hand on knees like the iconic Marilyn pose," Gillian commanded. James did as requested. Clarisse and Gillian closely observed the pose. "What size are those forms?" Gillian asked. "38C which would be about normal for James' size," Clarisse replied. "That is not James that is going to be Marilyn. Whilst we can't get the wait to the 23" Marilyn had, we can increase the bust to be proportionate to the 26" waist. How big can you go?" "Oh dear, Gillian, that is not a question for this salon. We have up to 42 EE and could get higher with a week's notice. Let's try 38DD which would be as big as I recommend. Then perhaps we can come down as required." "OK, let's try that," Gillian replied. Clarisse replaced the forms on James' slim frame who was still having trouble adjusting his breathing to his now narrow waist. They looked grotesque and Gillian decided in an instant that those were not going to work. After several trials, Clarisse and Gillian decided that a 38C would be best. "Let's get the dress on him or her before we decide and glue them. How long can they stay glued on?" Gillian asked. "I always recommend that 10 to fourteen days max. Then use the solvent and let the skin breathe for at least twenty-four hours before re-gluing them. How long do you need him to wear them?" Clarisse asked. "The test is next Friday but if we win we may need to have Marilyn around on Saturday too. It depends on the Director. We both want to win." "Well, next Sunday is just eight days away, so I don't see any problems. Of course, she can use them as inserts after that until the skin has been exposed and recovers." Clarisse was confident in her recommendation. "Can she try the other outfits too? If we glue them today, she will have to wear a dress. No way to hide those guys under sweatshirts," Gillian was shaking out the outfits she had chosen. James looked at them without a word. He was just a mannequin on whom they were trying breast forms and outfits. He was slowly becoming aware of the fact that for the next 8 days he would be female. He was thankful that he had emptied his room and said his farewells to his friends. He could never do that with those monsters glued to his chest. "Of course," Clarisse replied. "But we should get her into all the shapewear first, tucking away his little guy and improving his behind. We'll try the wig too. Then she'll be ready to be Marilyn" "Good idea. Go for it." Gillian was focused on the test and a possible career in Hollywood. "OK. Please remove the dress first and then use the restroom. Then pull up this garment inserting your little guy into the pouch. It's like a bikini bottom. It'll keep your front flat and won't allow you to get an erection." Clarisse held out a black garment and then helped James step out of the dress carefully. He was now left in flimsy panties and looked sheepishly at Gillian. "You look cute but will be gorgeous when we are done. So, go to the restroom and I'll be in to help you with the other shape stuff," Gillian said with a big smile on her face. "Smile, babe, you're going to be gorgeous and we're going to Hollywood. Let that thought drive you." James took the flimsy garment and went to the restroom. He had to struggle with the tight corset and the panties but managed. He had barely finished his business when there was a knock and Gillian entered. "Don't look so nervous, have some fun with this and think of the sun setting in LA." Gillian looked at James trying to pull up a thong-like garment. Unfortunately, his member was growing and he had difficulty putting it into the pouch. "Let me help," Gillian closed the toilet seat and sat down, pulling James to her by his penis. Of course, it only grew in her hands and would not fit. "Consider this a bonus," she said and took it into her mouth. She looked up at him and sucked until he spurted down her throat. She licked him clean and looked up. "Two BJs for you and it is just noon." Gillian tucked the penis into the garment and pulled it up tight. The thin material went into the crack between his cheeks. Next, she had him step into an elastic garment. It was a struggle to get it up around his hips. "Let's go meet Clarisse. She knows how to get you dolled up," Gillian said and led James out into the dressing area. Clarisse gave a big smile. "Glad you got him relaxed," she said with a smile. It looks flat in front. Her tone indicated she knew exactly what relation technique Gillian had used. "So we need to add these to fill out the back." Clarisse inserted two large foam pads sewn into the elastic garment. Immediately James' behind swelled. "That's almost 38"," she claimed using a tape measure. A rather large bra was held up and James put his arms through the straps. Clarisse tightened the straps. "Let's try the 38DD first. Even though you didn't like them before, with the 38" hips it is worth another try." James felt the weight and the somewhat large globes that adorned his chest. They almost spilled out of the bra. Gillian was observing closely. "Stand straight and don't slouch. I know they are heavy and will feel different when attached," she stated critically. James stood erect and his chest stood out. It looked grotesque looking down at the monsters. "I think that's a bit OTT," Gillian remarked to Clarisse. Let's try the D's." Clarisse exchanged the forms whilst James looked on haplessly. The new forms fit better within the bra and appeared a little smaller. Yet, looking down at them, they appeared huge. "I think that's more reasonable," Gillian opined. "Let's try with the wig and dress to see the full effect. Perhaps also in those stilettos. We won't need the stockings now." James had been silent all this time. Clarisse and Gillian were talking as if he was just a dress model. He remembered his promise to Gillian and tried to stay still thinking of sandy beaches and the heat of LA. Clarisse tightened the corset once more and pulled the Monroe dress over James's head. It was tugged down till it sat correctly. The front slit was adjusted showing the cleavage and the bulge of the breasts underneath. The dress ended just above the knee. It was a stretchy material and thus hugged the body shape. Clarisse put her arms around James's waist and steadied him whilst Gillian slipped on the white stiletto heels. They were 3.5" high and James had trouble standing without support. The weight of the breasts thrust him forward and the pain in his calf muscles began to grow. "Stay still," Gillian commanded whilst she put the Marilyn wig onto James' head. Again it was tugged into place. "Now hold on to that door and try to stand erect." James tried but it was difficult. He found his balance and posed somewhat erect. Gillian took many photographs with her cellphone. "I need to see how to adjust the facial features to match Marilyn. I think it can be done." The smile on her face exuded confidence. "Now let's try the other outfits, the red wig and shoes. These will be everyday outfits for her to get around next week." James was quick to notice the use of the female pronoun used by Clarisse and Gillian. It was a minor point but this was not turning out the way he imagined. He hoped the outcome would justify his humiliation for a week or more. Clarisse had James step into a skirt and then a brightly colored blouse. It has was dark enough not to show the bra but the big protrusion on his chest would draw immediate attention. The medium length curly red wig changed his appearance totally. Clarisse slipped on lower-heeled black shoes. The figure wasn't bad but the face was clearly unremarkable. "Don't worry," Gillian remarked. "I know how to make you pretty. But we need to get the figure right if we want to win. You'll look like a terrific Marilyn. Hopefully, you can act the part to impress the Director and not only look the part." "Just walk around a little to get comfortable," Clarisse said. "These are only 2" for everyday wear. If you are going home like this you need to be comfortable. " "James. I think you'll do fine. How do you feel?" Gillian asked. James had been quiet thus far allowing them to do what they needed. "I can manage, I suppose. Do these things have to be so big?" he asked indicating the large mounds on his chest. Gillian smiled. "I thought you liked big breasted women? But seriously, I think they are a little bigger than Marilyn's but you are an inch taller. So the proportion is the same. I am also thinking that if you impress them with the posing of your figure, they may pay less attention to your face and hair. It will all count but the overall look is what is important." Clarisse came close to James and adjusted his breasts. "If you want her to feel the part, I suggest we glue these on. Otherwise, she may get them moving out of place as she walks. She might move the straps of the bra and get the bust lopsided. I've seen it happen. I suggest you remove them Tuesday and let her skin breathe. They apply them again on Wednesday so she has time to get into the weight and posture." "Yes, you're right," Gillian replied. "Let's get her undressed and apply the forms. She can dress in a skirt and blouse to leave the shop. We'll take the Marilyn and other dress and wig away with us. I can give her a quick basic makeup application before we leave." Both Clarisse and Gillian helped James undress down to his panty and padded posterior. Clarisse brought out the forms and positioned them carefully on James' chest marking three points. She cleaned the area with an antiseptic, sprayed the back and placed it on his chest. Gillian held it in place whilst the second was being sprayed. Gilliam smiled as he held the two forms firmly against his chest as Clarisse ensured the edges were firmly glued down. "It would be interesting to have a lesbian sex session with a girl who has a real penis. I'd like to try that later," Gillian said with a smile. She kissed James lightly on the lips. "Don't look so confused. Enjoy the moment and think of warm, sandy beaches. This time next week we'll be booking our flights - if you cooperate." Clarisse tightened the bra and James was grateful as he felt the pull on his chest. The short corset was next, positioned just under the bra and tightened till Clarisse measured the 26". James took a moment to adjust his breathing. With these breasts, he was committed now and needed to make the best of it. Clarisse pulled up the padded girdle and adjusted the panty. "I think she's ready for the skirt and blouse," Clarisse opined making a few adjustments to the bra and the corset. James stepped into the skirt which was zipped up hugging his padded bottom. Gillian tightened the buttons on the blouse leaving the top buttons open. Whilst the bust was very prominent, there was no cleavage visible. Gillian looked in her bag and took out a small makeup case. "We'll do the full works at home. To leave the building you just need a dash of lipstick and blush." She painted his lips with a dark crimson lipstick and applied a light blush to his cheeks. "You can wear these home, Gillian said producing an oversized pair of sunglasses. There is no reason to give you the full makeover now." "Pity," Clarisse said with a sigh. "I would have like to see Marilyn take shape here. Oh well, I'll just have to wait." "You'll get your chance next week. Besides we might need some stuff before Friday. I will call you." Gillian grabbed James' arm and stopped. "We can't call her James. Perhaps Jamie would be close." "Yes, Jamie works," Clarisse agreed. "If Jamie wants to continue to be a model I can use her in the shop." "I don't think so," Gillian replied. "We have plans to be on a sandy beach in LA. But, if we fail, who knows? Right, Jamie?" Jamie was silent, embarrassed by the conversation and how he looked. Now he would have to face the street and the ridicule of looking like a big breasted bimbo. As they left the shop, Clarisse handed Gillian a small pouch and whispered something in her ear. Jamie couldn't hear it but saw the smile on Gillian's face, "Smile, babe, you look fine. Nobody will recognize you. We are only walking to the car and then home. Grab my arm like two close friends." Gillian was pleased with the way Jamie looked. If only she would act more confidently, it would be a winner. Still, Jamie was only hours into the role. They collected several bags and a box with the wig and left Clarisse who gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. "Now, you have to come back and see me as Marilyn," Clarisse whispered into Jamie's ear. "I want to see the final product after Gillian's magic touch." "When you get into the car, first sit sideways and then swing your legs in," Gillian advised. Jamie did as instructed. As she fastened the seat belt between her large breasts, she became more aware of her role over the next week. She hoped she wouldn't screw up as being away from this town would avoid the humiliation he feared from his male friends. They would be scattered too after college but there was a network and news spread fast. Jamie was broken out of her train of thought by Gillian. "So how does my Marilyn feel?" she asked. "You look OK but I know how to make you beautiful. We'll practice the makeup every day till I get it right." "OK," was all Jamie could say? She was getting used to the clothes, the taste of the lipstick, the wind blowing a few strands of hair on her face, the tight corset, heels and, above all, the weight of the protrusions on her breast. She didn't want to admit it but was grateful for the bra to support the weight. Gillian drove her mind shared between driving and visions of the changes that Jamie would need to endure to become Marilyn. She was determined to win and Jamie needed to help. They walked up the two flights of stairs to Gillian's apartment. Jamie still wore large sunglasses even if they were in the building. It gave her a sense of brief anonymity. "I'll just make us a quick snack and then I have to pop out and get some things. I'll need to make an adjustment to you too before I go." Gillian left the room and returned a few moments later. "Sit on this chair whilst I check something," Gillian said and pointed to a chair facing the window in the small kitchenette. Jamie sat as Gillian fussed with the wig and brushed the hair away from Jamie's face and clipped it back with some hairpins. She then went to the freezer and took out an ice cube. Jamie was distracted and didn't think much about what Gillian was doing. Going around Jamie, Gillian applied an alcohol wipe to his ear and then placed the ice cube there for a few seconds. Even before Jamie wanted to ask what she was doing, Gillian had popped a gun to his ear and pressed. She attached the back of the stud to the ear even before Jamie could wince. In a moment the other ear was pierced and the stud tightened. "Good girl," Gillian said kissing Jamie lightly on the lips. "Marilyn needs big hooped earrings and I won't get away with clip-ons even if I can find any in the style we need." Gillian unclipped the hair and let it fall around the ears. In a few minutes, as Jamie stared out at the window, his mind frozen with all that had happened in just a few hours, Gillian placed a ham sandwich and a coke in front of her. "Now for the next week, you'll need to eat light. Then I'll buy you all the steak you want," Gillian said. "I've thought of a few more small items and I won't be long. I suggest you get used to the corset, boobs and shoes. You might want to walk around and swish your hips like a girl. Just lean over this chair as I need to check on something. Stand by the chair and bend over." Jamie stood up and did as requested. She felt Gillian pull down her girdle and move aside the gaffe. It took some minutes. Suddenly there was something cool at her back passage and then felt something inserted deep. Gillian pulled up the garments. Jamie was in shock and remained. "Sorry, but Clarisse suggested this would make you sway your hips. You can check that out on Youtube. I won't be long." Gillian kissed Jamie's cheek and left before Jamie could respond. Jamie finished his sandwich and sipped his coke standing up, getting used to the intrusion in her behind. She couldn't complain of pain after that initial burst but felt full. . She couldn't believe what she had been through. For a flashing moment, she thought of what else could be done to her previously male body. She knew there was more in store. Whilst presentable and without Gillian's makeup skills, she still didn't look or feel like Marilyn. The only part that came close was the bust. The wig could present the iconic image of Marilyn. Finally, Jamie decided to walk around the room. Even though these heels were low, she knew that she would need to be comfortable in the much higher heels that were part of the Marilyn outfit. So she started to walk around the small apartment trying to sway her hips and follow what Gillian had requested. She could not forget the object in her behind. It did cause her to swing her hips more. Gillian returned a couple of hours later. She found a tired Jaimie dozing on the couch. The red wig was a little askew but otherwise, she looked at ease. The bust stood out on the tightly corseted waist. 'Yes,' she thought, 'Jamie would make a great Marilyn.' Hearing the movements Jamie woke up and looked at Gillian. "Well, Jamie, you seemed so at ease in your new guise. I'd like to try out some of the makeup but I need a cup of tea first. Do you mind? How do you feel by the way?" Jamie arose still wearing the heels. She seemed at ease in them now. "I am getting used to the corset and the big hooters. That thing in my behind is uncomfortable. When can we take them all off?" "I really want you to get used to them. I know it might feel a bit strange but we have only one shot at winning this. There are two others who are fiercely competitive and will give their right eye to be chosen for Hollywood. They will have girls as models who will know how to show their bodies. Today is Saturday, so perhaps, as Clarisse suggested, we should take them off on Tuesday morning before your shower and then re- attach them on Wednesday night. In that period you can use them as inserts. I promise I'll thank you properly for all the help. Think of Hollywood." Gillian came up to Jamie and kissed her on the lips. "More later but I want to start on trying the Marilyn look on you after tea. Why don't you have another close shave? Marilyn won't be showing 5 'o clock shadow." Jamie went to the bathroom whilst Gillian laid out all she needed on the kitchen table. She had the Marilyn wig on a stand on the counter. Jamie returned and kept looking at it knowing it would be covering her head soon. The overhead light in the kitchen was bright and so almost replicated the location where the Monroe test would be held. "OK, Jamie. Sit and make yourself comfortable. This will take time. For the show, I only have two hours. So we need to practice till we get it down to that time," Gillian said, placing a large picture of Marilyn's face on the counter, propped up by some jars. She was washing something and approached her. She wore thin rubber gloves. "Now, relax. I need to change the shape of your face a little. I think you need nice cheeks. Marilyn's face is the same shape as yours but a little fuller. So the theatrical store has these for such make-up. Open your mouth wide please." Jamie did as instructed and Gillian inserted two small rubber pads inside her mouth behind the cheeks. They stuck to the cheeks and presented a fuller facial feature. "Move your jaw and see if they are comfortable. They shouldn't affect speech." Whilst they felt strange at first, there was no real discomfort. They served to inflate the cheeks making them less angular. "They feel a little strange but no pain or discomfort," Jamie pronounced. "Great, your voice is coming through clearly. Remember to practice talking softly if the Director should ask you anything. He thinks you're a female model like the other two." Sitting on the hard chair, Jamie could feel the thing in her behind shift deeper. Gillian removed the wig and put a cap on her head. "This is a wig cap and I'll tape it down so your hair is flat. We can also secure the wig to the cap so it doesn't move." The cap was stretched over Jamie's head and taped in a crisscross pattern. A moment later Gillian applied some tape to the corner of her brow pulling the skin up and forming the brows into a natural arch. "Lucky for you that Marilyn didn't have thin arched brows. Yours still need to be trimmed but they'll work fine." Gillian began to pluck out stray hairs and Jamie winced at the sudden pain. "This'll look much neater even as James," Gillian said plucking a few more hairs. Gillian looked at the small kitchen clock and then began the serious process of transforming Jamie into Marilyn. Applying many layers of lotions, paints and powders. She undid and redid things several times. She was concentrating on her work, glancing frequently at the image of Marilyn propped on the counter. Her only speech was 'Open or Close, Look Up, Down' and so on. Jamie sat still whilst Gillian applied the many layers of makeup. She tried to squirm as that object in her anus went deeper on the hard seat of the chair. Gillian insisted she stay still. Her eyes were heavy with mascara on both upper and lower lashes. It took over 2 and a half hours before Gillian placed the wig on Jamie's head. The studs were replaced with large hoops. "This only to get the look. We'll have to clean the holes and re-insert the studs tonight," Gillian explained. She took pictures of the finished Marilyn from every angle. She held the small hand mirror to Jamie. "We're getting there but I think we need to be better," Gillian said looking at the images on her phone. To Jamie, it was a miracle. She admired Gillian's skills in turning a nondescript male into the iconic Marilyn. The glued-on forms, the pads on her behind, the intrusion into her anus and now the image in the mirror helped her look perfect. But Gillian didn't appear satisfied. What more could she want? "You look great," Gillian finally exclaimed. "We just need to perfect this. I think we need to make a few small adjustments though." Jamie looked up wondering what Gillian had in mind. She had been through a lot today and, whilst spending time with Gillian in California, she thought if this humiliation was worth it. She was committed now, without an apartment, those monsters glued on her chest and no one she could turn to for help. She wasn't sure she wanted help. She liked how she looked like Marilyn. The object in her anus reminded her vividly of her current position. Gillian left the room and returned a few minutes later with the 4" stilettos in white. She knelt at Jamie's feet, removed the low heeled black shoes and slipped on the white tall heels. "Why don't you get up and walk about getting used to the heels. I need to make some calls. I hope I'll reach them at this time. Be careful, don't fall or twist your ankle. Swish your hips." Gillian instructed and helped Jamie stand. With her arm around Jamie's waist, Gillian helped her take a few steps in those high heels. "Find your balance and then one step in front of the other," Gillian recommended. Jamie was pleased to stand and ease the discomfort in her anus. Within seconds the pain in her calf muscles began. Determined to not disappoint Gillian and with the weight of the breasts and the smell and taste of the many layers of paint on her face on her mind, Jamie began to find her balance and take a few tentative steps. She was conscious of the wig on her head and the large hoops in her ears. Gillian removed her arm and stepped away. Jamie was grateful that Gillian's apartment had a tiled kitchen floor and a hardwood hallway and lounge. The bedroom was carpeted. Gillian walked away and Jamie could hear her talk to someone. She concentrated on walking around the kitchen table as she had plenty of objects to hold on to. With those high heels, her balance was different. It was a struggle but as she completed several circuits around the table and down the short hallway she was able to walk, grateful that her calf muscles had got used to the pressure. She tried to sway her hips a little and that also eased the discomfort of the intruder in her. "Good job," Gillian said returning to Jamie's side. "We are going to have a visitor shortly. Don't panic. It's a nurse and we need to make a small adjustment. You'll be fine. Think of California and the sandy beaches." "What are they going to do?" Jamie asked softly concern in her voice. She didn't want any permanent procedures. At the least, the massive breasts could be removed. "I think you look the perfect Marilyn. The one thing I can't do with makeup is to change the shape and fullness of your lips. So Clarisse has a nurse who can inject some lip plumper that will fill out your lips." Gillian saw the concerned look on Jamie's face. "Don't worry babe, they'll disappear in a few weeks and until then you'll have a very kissable pout just like our heroine." Jamie wasn't convinced but not sure how to refuse without upsetting Gillian and ruining her chances. "Who is coming? What will they think when they see me like this?" "Don't worry, babe, it is someone that Clarisse knows. She's a qualified nurse and we were lucky she was with Clarisse when I called." Jamie was thinking. "So is she a crossdresser?" "I don't know and it doesn't matter. As long as she is qualified. Why? You don't like that she may be dressed like that? Look at the way you are dressed! Don't you want to win and be with me in Hollywood?" There was no response to that. "Of course," Jamie replied softly. Jamie walked around a little more accepting the critique from Gillian. It wasn't easy on those heels and the weight on her chest. It was almost an hour later when there was a knock on the door. Gillian opened it. Jaimie stayed in the kitchen trying to avoid being seen. Inevitably that didn't happen. A few moments later, Gillian introduced her to Nancy who was dressed neatly in a light blue nurse's uniform and white cap. She carried a small bag almost like a big purse. "Jamie, this is Nancy. She is a trained nurse and works with a plastic surgeon." "Hi," Jamie said in a low voice. Nancy was a short 5'5" tall wearing low heels. Her nurse's uniform hugged her frame and was accentuated by the broad belt at her waist. Her bust was somewhat larger for her frame much like Jamie. Her face was beautifully made-up highlighted with very full lips. Her short dark hair framed her face. She had a bid smile showing perfect teeth. "You look gorgeous, babe. Wish I could look that good. You caught me just in time," she said. "I am meeting my boyfriend later. On Saturdays, he says he needs a nurse to give him an oral examination. He insists that every time we meet but on Friday night till Sunday I am his nurse. I am happy to dress the part and oblige, of course," she explained with a big smile from those bright red lips forming a perfect 'O'. Even with the many layers of paint on her face, Jaime blushed. Nancy's voice sounded normal with a trace of a cold. Her lips were full and Jaime understood what she meant. "So this is a picture of Marilyn and you see the full mouth? I need Jaime to have a similar set of lips." Gillian showed Nancy the picture of Marilyn's pout. Nancy approached Jaime and looked closely. She put on some thin latex gloves and ran her finger over Jaime's painted lips. She asked her to open her mouth a little. "I think I can do this. "Do you have any known allergies?" Jaime shook her head. "Don't think so." "OK. What I am going to do is inject your lips with HA filler that is short for hyaluronic acid. It's a popular lip plumper and temporary. You'll hardly feel the pricks but your lips will feel full for a few hours. I think we can get close to Marilyn's. It'll have to be a series of pinpricks to get the shape right. " "How long do they last?" Jamie asked. "It varies, but I would say for the small amount I will inject perhaps a few months. It will absorb into the body and needs a touch up over time. You may like it so much you'll come back for more. If you want permanence, then I suggest collagen. My lips are filled with collagen. My boyfriend loves them. The first time I went to him after the collagen shots, he only wanted to fuck my mouth. I swallowed so much I lost my appetite for food. I had to convince him my other hole needed some attention too. But for collagen, you'll have to come to the office." Nancy smiled with those bright red lips. "Your boyfriend will love it when you kiss him or suck him off. When your lips are full, the feel of a cock in your mouth is very different and a lot more fun." Jamie looked horrified as both Gillian and Nancy smiled. "She doesn't have a boyfriend yet," Gillian said. Nancy saw the look on Jamie's face. "Sorry, I didn't want to upset you. But I do think men love women with a perfect pout like Marilyn's. You won't be able to keep them away. " Gillian interrupted Nancy. "Jaime needs to look the perfect Marilyn. The lips are a prominent feature. That's why I called Clarisse for help." "Oh well, looking like that Jamie can pick any man you want. Now, sit down whilst I get the stuff. Relax, I am certified in this procedure and have done it to many girls like you." Nancy opened her bag and took out a sealed syringe and a small vial. She pulled on another set of thin gloves and studied the picture of Marilyn lying on the kitchen table. First Nancy spread a thin coating of an anesthetic balm on the lips. Paying great attention to the picture, Nancy began tiny pin pricks into Jamie's lips. It took almost forty minutes until both Gillian and Nancy pronounced they were satisfied. Jamie sat there with puffed lips not daring to speak. There was no pain just a different feeling around the mouth area. "It'll feel a lot better in a few hours. I suggest you can eat something in an hour or so. You look beautiful." Nancy looked at her watch. "Goodness, Bob will be waiting for me and I don't think he will want dinner first. He'll want me to have a tasty snack of his cum and then he'll buy me a nice dinner. You'll see. Don't mind my frank chat but I love how my lips feel around Bob's big cock. He loves it too." Nancy inspected Jamie from the blonde wig to the heels. "You look the perfect Marilyn and could make a lot of money going to events. You know, the doctor I work with can get you a perfect pair of boobs just like Marilyn's," Nancy said. "I assume yours are inserts or glued on." "We had to use glue so she gets used to it," Gillian interrupted. "I don't think Jamie wants implants." Nancy smiled. "That's what they all say. I did too until I met this doctor who gave me these babies." Nancy touched her large breasts with red-tipped fingernails. "I haven't been happier and neither has my Bob. He did like it bigger so he got me these implants for my birthday last year." Nancy collected her things, kissed both Gillian and Jamie on the cheek and hurried out. Gillian saw her to the door and Jamie sat transfixed trying to poke his tongue through his swollen lips. "You look beautiful," Gillian declared as she returned and gave Jamie a small hand mirror. The color was still vividly red and the lips looked full and inviting. They felt a lot bigger than they appeared. "How do you feel? Nancy is quite a character and not shy to share her views on boyfriends." "Yes," Jamie replied softly. "So would you have liked Nancy to use those plump lips on you? She seemed quite fond of sucking cock and swallowing. I like it too although I don't have her full lips," Gillian opined. "I like your taste too. It makes a difference." Jamie became alert. This appeared to be a trick question. She loved what Gillian did with her mouth. Yet it was hard to not think about how Nancy's lips would feel around her modest appendage. "I am quite happy with what you do and I like doing it to you too," Jamie replied diplomatically. This kind of talk was making her strain in the tight garment at her crotch. Gillian smiled. "Now that you have those perfect lips would you also want to try sucking a cock? Nancy likes it a lot as do I. Who knows, you may like it too." "No, thanks," Jamie said after a moment. "I may be dressed like a woman now but I don't need to act like a whore." "So, you think that when I suck you I am being a whore?" "No, I didn't mean that. You know I like what we do in bed - and elsewhere," Jamie replied with a smile. "I love your mouth down there." "Following Nancy's advice, I guess I won't get to experience those lips of yours down there tonight. But, even though I don't have those full lips, I'll take care of you to thank you for your patience and acceptance. The swelling seems to have gone down a little." "It feels strange but it doesn't hurt," Jamie said. "But how can I have those lips for so many months? Even in Hollywood, they will have some concerns about a man with such lips." Gillian smiled. "I am glad you are already thinking of winning and being in Hollywood. I want that so badly for both of us. If James walked down the street in Hollywood nobody will take a second look. Some women may even be jealous. We'll have to see after the event but the worst case is you'll have to drink your mojito on the beach in a bikini." "Whaaat?" Jamie replied loudly. "I expect to be James on Saturday after the event no matter if we win or not." "I know. But that is not important right now. You need to immerse yourself into being Marilyn for the next week and then we can change you back. OK? Meantime, try hard to be like Marilyn and learn the walk and talk. We have to impress that Director." "I know," Jamie replied softly. "Can we remove that thing now?" Jamie asked indicating her backside. It was hard sitting in that chair for so long." Gillian smiled. "I can imagine, but soon we'll have to remove the make- up and wig and the corset. We'll do it all then. Just a little while longer. It does make you swing the hips." Jamie nodded dejectedly. It was just about 8 pm and it would be another couple of hours at least. "Let me get you a light dinner. A soup perhaps that you can drink slowly. OK?" Gillian suggested. "Yes please with some bread." "OK. I'm glad we had that sandwich earlier. I'll nip out and get a ready-made soup from the deli. I don't have soup in the house. You can sit or walk around I shouldn't be long." Jaime decided to walk around the small apartment. Sitting on that hard surface just made that intrusion that much more noticeable. It had been a long day of mixed emotions. She knew she looked the part now. As she walked around in those stilettos she was sure Gillian would make some more changes. From large breasts, to earrings, to plumped-up lips, she had endured the physical changes necessary. She had no doubt the makeup skills Gillian had exhibited in turning James into a Marilyn lookalike bode well for her to win the first prize. She was looking forward to Hollywood and, more importantly, to take the relationship with Gillian to another level. Having given up the apartment and undergone these changes, Jamie had little choice. She felt it would be weeks before she could return to being James. Gillian returned a short while later. She heated some soup in a bowl and then had Jamie slowly drink it. She cut the baguette and dropped it into the bowl so it became soggy and easy to swallow. "You had better take out those cheek pads," Gillian advised. "Food may get stuck in between. I'll need to check how to attach them to include food." Jamie was grateful as she drank the tasty soup. Her cheeks felt no different after she removed the soft gel pads. The next problem would come when she needed the toilet facilities. There was no way she could get the tight girdle off without help. That intruder too has to be removed. As she ate, Gillian was putting away her pallet of cosmetics and brushes. After that light meal and practicing walking observed by Gillian, they decided to get some rest. It would take time to get Jamie ready for bed. Jamie also needed to relieve herself. Gillian helped Jamie by first removing the wig and heels in the kitchen. She placed it on a wig stand. Jamie. The skirt was next and then the blouse. Gillian hung them up carefully as Jamie would need to wear them again soon. They hadn't bought that many outfits for her week as Marilyn. Gillian then carefully pulled down the padded girdle. Jamie had to wiggle allowing Gillian to pull it all down. Jamie was left in her bra and thong and her face fully made up. "You still look like a doll or even a porn star," Gillian remarked stroking the flat front of her thong. "I'll have to pay special attention down there as your little guy was tucked away for a long time. How did you manage when Nancy was describing her antics with her boyfriend? I guess it must have been painful." Jamie just looked blankly at her. She had experienced pain and discomfort as Nancy had frankly described her interactions with her boyfriend. Nancy was very attractive and had gone further down the path of femininity with breast implants and permanent changes to her face. She was obviously living and working as a woman and a very attractive woman at that. For a fleeting moment, Jamie had wondered about experiencing sex as Nancy had described. How would a cock in her mouth feel? Nancy obviously loved the act. Gillian too appeared to like taking Jamie's penis into her mouth. She always swallowed too unlike some of Jamie's previous girlfriends. She shook her head to clear her mind. She had moments of confusion about her new identity. She hadn't expected to be confronted with these thoughts just by agreeing to be a model for Gillian. Whilst these thoughts were going through Jamie's mind Gillian had completely freed her penis which was shriveled. "Poor baby," Gillian remarked holding the limp organ in her hand. "I'm going to have to kiss it and make it feel better," Gillian placed a sloppy kiss on the head and slowly took it into her mouth as it began to rise. Looking down at her through lashes heavy with mascara and a large set of breasts partially blocking her view, once again Jamie wondered if this was the view Nancy experienced with her boyfriend. The thought made her penis harder and Gillian must have surely noticed as all her 5" were now deep in Gillian's mouth. It didn't take long for Jamie to erupt and Gillian swallowed and kept sucking until there was nothing left to give. "I hope he feels better for later," Gillian remarked as she rose and kissed Jamie lightly on the lips. "That's the third BJ today so I hope I am making it exciting for you." Jamie whispered "Oh, yes" and endured the rubbing and removal of the many layers of makeup. Only the large globes, now hanging freely from her chest, showed any sign of Marilyn. Finally done, Gillian turned on the shower. "Take a nice long shower, babe, I'll get you some nightwear." Gillian left the room and Jamie to her thoughts under the shower. It was an interesting experience soaping her large breasts. They yielded no feeling but the sensations of her hands on those silicone globes produced strange sensations. Gillian returned to the bathroom with a set of items. Jamie was interrupted in her thoughts by Gillian asking her to step out. She stood there with a large towel and dried off Jamie, lingering a little on those large breasts. She applied lotions to the face and body that gave off a scent of flowers. "I brought you a bra. We don't want those heavy orbs to tear your skin. But they do look good on you. A little large but quite exciting to touch." Gillian rubbed the silicone sensuously as if they were real. Jamie felt nothing physically but was transported into wondering how Gillian felt when he touched or suckled her breasts. Next, she had Jamie step into a lace panty that did nothing to hide the bulge of Jamie's penis. Finally, Gillian pulled over a long silky nightdress over Jamie's head. It was an incongruous sight: short hair, no makeup, a huge bosom hidden by a long pink nightgown. There was no doubt that Jamie was falling in love with her Marilyn self. "One last thing before we adjourn to the bedroom," Gillian said, and swabbed Jamie's ear with some solvent and re-inserted the studs. "We don't want any infections there." They got into bed and Gillian turned to Jamie. She kissed Jamie softly embracing her tightly. She sucked at the enlarged lips gently. "That feels so nice, so different. I understand what Nancy meant with cocksucker lips," Gillian said nuzzling Jamie's neck. Her hands wandered down to the rising penis at Jamie's crotch. It was semi-erect having erupted three times already. Gillian sucked it into her mouth and ensured it was hard and coated in saliva. She then turned Jamie on her back and straddled her lowering herself onto Jamie's hard tool. She rode up and down and moved faster. It took some time and soon Gillian reached a massive climax and Jamie was close. She leaned down and kissed Jamie hard thrusting her tongue deep. Their breasts were crushed together and Gillian moved faster causing Gillian to kiss harder and slip out of Jamie. "This is the first time I kissed a girl," Gillian said. "If you stay like this I might turn bi." Gillian lay over Jamie, breasts pressed together. They stayed in a tight hug and fell asleep that way. Jamie was in a deep sleep having been through a lot and feeling the mounds on her chest as a reminder of who she was going to be for the next week. There was also a sense of excitement: she had erupted four times in 24 hours, thrice in Gillian's mouth and once in her vagina. It was unbelievable. She was also mesmerized by her actual transformation into a realistic Marilyn. She fell asleep dreaming of sun, sand and Hollywood. It didn't seem much later when Jamie awoke although the sun was creeping in through the shuttered blinds. It took her a second to realize that this was Sunday and the second day of being Marilyn. The feeling at her groin was beginning to get her excited. Looking down over the mounds on her chest, Jamie saw Gillian swallowing her cock. Her mouth moved to her sac and bathed each nut in a sea of saliva. She then moved back to taking Jamie's full length into her throat. She looked at Jamie who was straining to lean forward to see Gillian swallowing her cock. It didn't take much longer for Jamie to erupt deep in Gillian's mouth who then crawled up and kissed a surprised Jamie hard, passing her own ejaculate back in. "I told you I would wake you up every day with a BJ," Gillian said smiling. "I keep my promises and hope you will too." She looked at Jamie. "Did you enjoy the taste?" Jamie looked at her with a bemused expression. "It was OK," she replied softly. "Well, I like it and so will you. With lips like those you will be in high demand." "What do you mean?" Jamie asked slowly. "Don't worry, babe, just teasing. Your lips look beautiful now. I was just imagining a cock between those lips. I am sure Marilyn was good at sucking." "That isn't happening and wasn't part of the deal," Jamie shot back. "I am not going to suck a cock." "I know but it was just a wild idea. I don't have a cock as you well know so you're safe. Unless I can grow one..." Jamie threw a pillow at her. They both laughed. "OK, so let's have breakfast first. Then, take another shower and don't forget to shave very closely, against the growth so you are baby smooth. Only then can you become Marilyn. I never saw her with shadow on her cheeks and jaw. Wear a robe, I'll make breakfast." Gillian smiled at her quip. After breakfast, Jamie asked Gillian to unclasp her bra and then took a long shower. She felt the weight of the unsupported breasts as she soaped herself and luxuriated in the warm water. Her mind went briefly to Gillian's remark about sucking a cock. She didn't want to do that but it brought home the view she had every time Gillian took her penis into her mouth. She appeared to enjoy it. Jamie quickly dismissed the thought but there was a hint of curiosity. Jamie shaved her face closely careful not to nick her face. She did it in both directions. It seemed very smooth. She knew this face would change with Gillian's ministrations. She would become Marilyn today and many more times in the coming week. She would try hard as the sun of California beckoned as did a life with Gillian and a marooning wake up blowjob. Jamie appeared with a towel wrapped around her waist in the bedroom. Gillian had laid out stuff on the bed. An outfit hung at the door. "As long as you carry around those big boobies, you should wrap the towel higher over your breasts. The towel is big enough not to show the thing hanging between your legs," Gillian directed. "Let's get you into your bra first." Gillian had a full cotton bra which she fastened at Jamie's back and then turned her around. She felt Jamie's face for hair and seemed satisfied it was smooth. She also ran her hands over Jamie's exposed body and legs. She appeared satisfied and gave Jamie's breasts a quick tweak. "Now for the panties," Gillian said. "But turn around first I need to check something." Meekly Jamie complied and Gillian bent her forward. A moment later she felt that intruder back in her passage pushed in deep. "Sorry, babe, but this will help you walk with a swing. I noticed you didn't scream." Gillian left the sentence hanging giving it more meaning. "It didn't hurt too much. I thought you might be doing that," Jamie said with her back turned to Gillian. She didn't see the latter's smile. "I think today, we'll try the garters and stockings too. You need to get used to them." Gillian attached the corset around Jamie's waist and tightened it. It reduced Jamie's waist by some inches. Gillian wasn't satisfied and had Jamie reach up and touch the top of the bedroom door and by stretching allowed another 1" off her waist. Jamie couldn't breathe but didn't want to say anything, frightened that Gillian would try to tighten it even further. "That's better but we'll need to take it in a little more on Friday for the competition. Don't worry babe, you'll get used to it. Besides, think of the sun in LA." Then she drew up some sheer stockings attaching them to the tabs hanging from the corset. The final indignation was the gaffe where Gillian struggled to insert Jamie's penis into the pouch. "Since you've been such a sport I guess, I'll have to help," Gillian said dropping to her knees. Her mouth quickly brought the hardening penis to a firm erection. Massaging the sac she sucked away furiously as Jamie pumped her load down Gillian's throat. "You've had some big loads despite the frequency," Gillian said rising and kissing Jamie hard. There wasn't much to share but the smell and taste were unmistakable. The thong was easy to fit now and a simple white panty followed. The front now was flat and Jamie secure. She wouldn't be getting hard anytime soon. Next came a blouse and skirt. "Even though they don't match the outfit, I think you should wear higher heels. You will be wearing them on Friday and even though you'll be seated for much of the time you'll need to be able to sashay in them. So sit on the bed and I'll put them on you." Jamie sat on the bed as Gillian pulled on the high heels. Gillian helped Jamie stand with an arm around her waist. The bedroom carpet was thin and worn. "We'll get you into the mood with that red wig until I am ready to do the makeup." Gillian pulled the red wig on Jamie's head. "Why don't you walk a little until I get organized in the kitchen? Jamie knew this would be her routine for a few more days and she may as well get into the mood. So she practiced walking, taking small steps, placing one foot in front of the other. She stood upright which thrust out her large bosom rather than let their weight cause a stoop. The plug caused her to move differently. Gillian called to her and had Jamie sit on that hard chair again. Gillian removed her wig and placed it on the counter. "I need to insert those cheek pads again to change the shape of your face." After moving them into place, Jamie moved her jaws to seat them comfortably. Unlike the thicker lips, the pads could be removed at night. Next came that wig cap which Gillian taped down firmly flattening her hair. The way she did it also caused her eyebrows to lift with the tape staring at the corner of the forehead. Looking at Jamie's face again closely, out came Gillian's tweezers and plucked a few stray hairs. "You're lucky," Gillian remarked. "Many of those stars had either pencil-thin brows or had shaved off the brows and drawn them on. Lucky for you that Marilyn had a somewhat thicker brow at the center that tapered to an arch. But they were never the thin line." Gillian paused. "After this is done we can try the shaved look if you like. I would like to try that." "No thanks. After Friday, my Marilyn days are over," Jamie replied. "No, babe, there may be a need to be Marilyn on Saturday until the Director decides and leaves. So Sunday is your first possible day. Let's win first, OK?" Jamie remained silent. One day more wouldn't matter. She knew she would have to endure the next week. Gillian went to work paying a great deal of attention to all the details. She constantly looked at the Marilyn photograph to match the details. Gillian had researched this thoroughly. It took almost three hours before Gillian pronounced she was satisfied and placed the Marilyn wig on Jamie's head. Of course, there were constant photographs taken. Gillian used some fine false eyelashes and applied many layers of mascara. This time, she also applied the famous beauty mark on the cheek near the mouth. She was very happy with the result. "Oh, babe, you look perfect," she exclaimed. "Hollywood here we come." During this exhausting session, Jamie had to sit still ever conscious of what was happening to her. She tried to squirm in between Gillian's ministration but all that achieved was to increase her awareness of the hard intruder in her behind. Gillian had made a large protein shake for Jamie which she consumed through a straw. It was mid-afternoon before Gillian was done. "Take a look and see what kind of babe you have become," Gillian said. "I feel sure we can win. I just need to practice to get it done in the timeframe." Jamie stood up, pulled down her skirt and walked to the large mirror behind the bedroom door. She was amazed. She did truly look like Marilyn and her confidence in winning grew and made it easier to accept the attachments on her breast and in her anus. She spent a few moments admiring herself and Gillian's makeup talents. The pouty full mouth and the eyelashes made a big difference. She believed they were one step away from winning. Gillian walked in and saw Jamie admiring herself, turning and posing. "Yes, you do look gorgeous," Gillian remarked. "Come back to the kitchen as I want to see that look with the other wig." Jamie followed and sat down at the small table. Gillian removed the Marilyn wig and replaced it with the red one. Gillian took more pictures. "Take a look and see how you feel in this wig," Gillian suggested. Again Jaime got up and went to the bedroom. The mirror showed an attractive lady, somewhat big on top but in no way slutty. The red wig changed her look dramatically. Jaime was beginning to like herself as a very attractive woman. It was more than just the clothes and the big bust. They caused her to think and act differently. She could be seen like this and even her closes friends would recognize the male beneath. Gillian sat Jamie down and also changed her shoes. More pictures followed. Gillian was full of praise for how Jamie looked and acted. This just boosted Jamie's morale and made her more determined to win. Gillian hugged her and gave her a cheek to cheek kiss not to spoil her makeup. "Just a sec, hon," Gillian said and left Jamie to bask in the compliments. A moment later Gillian appeared with two purses and placed one on Jamie's shoulders. She then hooked Jamie's arm through her own and walked with her to the door. "I can't go out," Jamie cried. "What will people think or say?" Gillian smiled. "Don't worry babe, I am with you. We're just going for a drive. You need to get used to being seen by others at the event. You may be a little overdone to go shopping but we're just going for a drive. Relax." Before Jamie could protest they were out of the door and she was committed. She was glad that Gillian had linked arms not only for balance but it meant she was close by. They drove out into the countryside. It was a pleasant day and Gillian was full of smiles and encouragement. She was constantly stroking Jamie's knee and praising her looks. In her confinement down there, it was painful to get excited. But if Gillian was happy, so was Jamie. It was nice being out in the car even if her behind and bust indicated that this was not a normal drive. The seat belt between her breasts emphasized the size of her large orbs. They stopped at a small park and on Gillian's insistence, Jamie got out. Her makeup was heavier than necessary for daytime but she was glad when Gillian linked arms with her and they strolled around the small park. There were few people there and those who walked or jogged past, paid little or no attention to them boosting Jamie's confidence. "I told you," Gillian reminded her. "Even though the makeup is a little heavy for this type of outing, nobody cast a second glance. Your walk is improving too. Just walk ahead a little so I can observe from behind. Sway your hips and place one foot in front of the other. Nobody is coming our way. " Having no choice, Jamie walked ahead slowly trying to follow instructions. She was glad that Gillian had changed her shoes for the lower-heeled ones. Out walking in a park in 4" heels would certainly have drawn notice and a lot of pain to her calf muscles. After some fifteen minutes, they were back in the car. Gillian hugged Jamie and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Well done. We have a few days yet and we're making great progress." Gillian patted Janie's crotch. "I'll make sure you're well rewarded. I know it can't be easy." Gillian checked her phone for something and drove back smiling. Some minutes away from the house, Gillian stopped at a small mall that Janie didn't recognize. Her heart beat faster. What did Gillian need her to do now? "Just wait in the car and relax, I'll be back soon," Gillian said with a smile and kissed Jamie lightly on the lips and walked away to Jamie's great relief. She felt confident but it was nerve-racking not knowing what Gillian expected of her. It was some twenty minutes later when Gillian returned with a small package, "Just something we might need later," she said with a smile. They drove back as dusk was approaching. "What would you like for dinner?" Gillian asked. "I'll order takeout. The kitchen is littered with stuff and cooking would be tough." "Anything is OK," Jamie said. "Maybe we'll just order a simple pizza and I have wine," Gillian replied. Jamie just nodded OK. When they were back in the apartment waiting for pizza, Gillian asked Jamie how she felt about being out and seen. "It was OK," she said in a low voice. "Nobody seemed to pay much attention and nobody said anything." "See? Even though your makeup was heavy for daytime wear, nobody paid attention. After a few days it'll be so natural people will begin to think of Marilyn's reincarnation." Gillian was smiling. "Remember to take out the cheek pads before you eat." Gillian kept staring at Jamie with a big smile. "So how do you feel? This is just your second day and you have adjusted remarkably well. Even your voice is a little lower and very sexy. Think we can pull it off?" Jamie looked at Gillian through those huge lashes. "I'm still getting used to the breast forms pulling and also what I have back there. I hope it will help us win!" "Does it hurt? We don't want that." "No, it doesn't hurt. The bra is great support. That thing behind is only noticeable when I sit. But I'll manage." "Well, it has helped your walk for sure. Whether it's because of that thing in your behind or your attitude, it has helped. The sexier you walk and act the more impressed the Director will be. A few more attempts at the makeup and I think I can get it done within the time allowed." "But you said I won't have to walk much," Jamie replied. "Yes, I think so. But the Director is not going to judge by my model sitting on the chair. He'll want to see you walk to him, maybe shake his hand or twirl around. I don't imagine we will have to go for a walk with him." Gillian smiled. "If he did want you to walk, it may be just to board a plane for California." Jamie was aghast. "No way am I flying to California dressed as Marilyn," "Relax, do you think the Director wants to advertise before he is ready? Besides, this is just a test of my makeup skills, not of you as a Marilyn impersonator. Although, I must say that with some practice, you'd be fantastic." "That isn't happening." "OK, but to quote James Bond, 'Never say Never'," Gillian responded. "Let's get you changed and ready for bed." It took some time to remove the false eyelashes and makeup. Jamie was relieved to be out of the corset and when the plug was removed from her anus. Gillian rubbed lotions all over Jamie's body. It was strange seeing an androgynous-looking body sporting some large natural-looking breasts. "We'll need to use the Nair tomorrow. We don't want hair growing back, now do we?" Gillian said. "You better wear the bra again." Finally, Gillian pulled a short nightdress over Jamie's head. "Why don't you get into bed whilst I get ready? I'll be in shortly." Gillian's tone and smile indicated that some sexual play was inevitable. Jamie left the bathroom and got into bed. Gillian followed a few minutes later. She wore a baby doll nightdress and had a big smile on her face. Jamie was under the thin duvet watching her glide toward the bed. She lay over Jamie and the duvet and began to kiss her deeply, thrusting her tongue in deeply. Her hands began to squeeze Jamie's breasts. Even through the duvet and nightdress, Jamie felt the pressure although it did nothing for her. Gillian rose from her prone position trapping Jamie under the duvet so that only her head was exposed. As she rose seeking oral attention from Jamie, there was something at her crotch which Jamie was confronted with. Gillian righted herself and in the dim light of the bedroom, Jamie saw a penis aimed at her mouth. Even as she opened her mouth in surprise to ask what Gillian was doing, the plastic phallus entered her mouth. "Slowly babe, just lick it and suck it with those beautiful lips." Jamie couldn't respond. Her hands were trapped under the duvet and the slow thrusting into her mouth left her little choice. She salivated and tried to accommodate the slow rhythm of Gillian's thrust. "Now I know how I must look when I suck your cock," Gillian said. "I don't have those beautiful lips like you but I love taking you in my mouth." Having no choice and to avoid suffocation, Jamie began to suck on the phallus. She was grateful it was not that big and that Gillian was only thrusting slowly. Suddenly Gillian stopped and pulled back the blanket. "That was nice and let's try this," she said and turned around into a sixty-nine position. Gillian pulled aside Jamie's panty and exposed her hardening cock. She pounced down and swallowed Jamie's cock deeply. It was natural that Gillian's plastic tool re-entered Jamie's mouth moving in and out slowly. It didn't take too long for Jamie to feel a huge orgasm building. As she erupted, she found Gillian thrusting deeper into her mouth. Their movements slowed. Gillian turned around and straddled Jamie as she had before. She leaned down and kissed Jamie deeply. Her mouth released the flood of cum into Jamie's mouth. Immediately she positioned her plastic penis and ensured that the cum deposit was thrust deeper into Jamie's mouth. Jamie had tasted her juices before when Gillian kissed her after sucking her off. But this was different. She tasted globs and now understood how Gillian seemed to like the taste as she always swallowed "That was amazing," Gillian enthused. "With lips like that, guys must have drooled over Marilyn imagining their tools sucked dry. We'll have to try this when you are dolled up as Marilyn." Gillian still straddled Jaime's shoulders, her plastic penis resting against Jamie's cheek. "You seemed to like that," Gillian said with a broad smile. Jamie looked at her not wanting to admit that it wasn't as bad as she had thought. Gillian was an exciting girl that loved to suck and Jamie had a better understanding now of the attraction. During the next few days, Jamie found herself spending more time as Marilyn. She was in makeup, heels, corset and wig with a plug filling her rear. Once and sometimes twice, Gillian would remove all her makeup and start over. As promised. Jaime woke each morning with Gillian's mouth around her cock. It was then her turn to lick Gillian to a first orgasm and then she rode Jamie to a second orgasm. As promised, on Tuesday, the breast forms were removed and inserted into the bra cups. It was blessed relief. Each time she transformed, Jamie felt more and more at ease in her role as Marilyn. Gillian became adept at getting it done within the time allotted. On Tuesday, Gillian insisted that 'Marilyn' be tested. Jamie's pleas were ignored and responded to with 'We do want to win, don't we?' The mall was busy just before closing time in the evening as Marilyn strutted along the side of a large department store. Gillian walked a few paces behind her. Marilyn was ogled by the men, stared at by the women, and one teenager even asked for her autograph. He either did not know or care that Marilyn was long dead. Gillian was very pleased and after a ten-minute stroll, Jamie felt at ease. "See, I told you that you could pass," Gillian enthused. "California here we come!" They returned to the safety of the apartment. Gillian had taken many photographs. Before Jamie changed back, Gillian raised Jaime's skirt, pulled down her panty and swallowed her growing penis. It didn't take long for Jamie to erupt. "That was for being a good girl," Gillian said and kissed the tip, squeezing the folds of the foreskin and licking every drop. Gillian then went to the bedroom for a moment and came back with the strap on swinging from her crotch. There was a wild smile on her face as she stroked the plastic penis. She pushed Jamie down and made her suck on the plastic phallus. Jamie sank to her knees without protest. Her mouth soon tired but Gillian was able to orgasm through the insert into her vagina as she showed Jamie later. "That's a beautiful sight," Gillian raved. "I can just imagine how many men wanted to do this with Marilyn." It didn't end there of course. Gillian made Jamie stand and bend over the chair in the kitchen, removing her plug. A few seconds later something cold was inserted and Jamie felt the intruder back in her anus. It felt bigger and was moving in and out. It was then that Jamie realized that Gillian was actually fucking her with the strap-on. She grunted in surprise but no words came out of her mouth. After a few moments, she felt the gentle thrusts were pleasurable and her cock did its best to rise again. Jamie thrust back beginning to enjoy the action. Within minutes Gillian would gasp as she orgasmed. Jamie didn't want it to end quite so soon hoping that her penis could climax again. It didn't happen as Gillian collapsed on Jamie's back with grunts of satisfaction. Later as Jamie lay in bed in a short nightgown, her makeup scrubbed clean, breasts contained in a bra. Gillian got into bed and kissed Jamie hungrily. Her hands wandered down to the growing organ at Jamie's crotch. "Seems like this guy wants more," she said as she moved down and sucked it. She reached over Jamie and squeezed out some lubricant, applying it liberally to Jamie's hard penis. She then straddled Jamie lowering herself onto the hard tool. Before Jamie understood her motive, Gillian positioned her anus over the hard member and lowered herself slowly down. Jamie gasped as this was the first time that Gillian had indicated an interest in anal sex. It was slow as Gillian straightened and let the full weight of her body push down. Her smile and look changed as the penetration increased. She rocked up and down and both appeared to have reached a new level of intensity. It was a long five or six minutes before the movement became more rapid and Jamie erupted in a mind- blowing orgasm. Gillian collapsed on top of Jaime and crushed her lips, tongue diving deep. "That was amazing. Now we are even and we'll have to do this more often," Gillian said before falling asleep on top of Jamie. They both stayed that way through the night. On Wednesday morning, Gillian ensured that all hair was removed from Jamie's body and face. A soothing lotion left her skin soft. Wiping the area around the breast clean with alcohol wipes, Gillian glued back the forms firmly on Jamie's breasts. The thin edges blended well with Jamie's skin color. Gillian had a big smile as she patted Jamie's behind and inserted the greased plug back in. "Why didn't you take my arse before?" she asked. "We'll be doing that again soon. Did you like it?" Jamie had experienced orgasms as never before. Whilst she had never imagined anal sex with Gillian until last night, she knew her reaction to Gillian's strap-on in her mouth and anus had sent strong positive signals to Gillian who had reciprocated by allowing Jamie into her own back passage. "Yes," Jamie said with hesitation not wanting to admit she had enjoyed it very much. It didn't seem so unnatural to respond to that as Marilyn. Gillian then pulled up the padded undergarments and corset. The low-cut bra straps were tightened. Soon, the busty female form of Marilyn appeared. Stockings, high heels and the red wig completed the picture. Gillian produced a short-sleeved blouse and a short tartan-patterned skirt. Soon an alternate vision of Marilyn appeared. After the makeover, Jamie would look the perfect impersonator. After a small breakfast, Jamie sat in the same chair again as Gillian practiced her craft. The cheek pads were comfortable and gave Jaime's face a fuller, rounder look. She knew what to expect and let Gillian practice. Even though they had been doing this for several days, Gillian had the picture of Marilyn prominently displayed and compared the looks constantly. Halfway through this process, Gillian received a phone call from her college professor. The demonstration of the three candidates would be done individually and Gillian had the final spot around 2.30 pm on Friday. That would be the last demonstration. The professor also mentioned that there would be a small reception with the students, their models and some of the Director's staff. It would be at this reception that the Director would announce the winner. After Gillian placed the Marilyn wig and earrings on Jamie she took many pictures. She seemed a little disturbed about the overall look and excused herself to make a call. "One minor adjustment," she said as she walked away. Gillian returned after a few minutes with a big smile. "Let's go for a ride. You need to get comfortable in front of people. We don't know who all will be there on Friday." Jamie knew there was no point in arguing. She was given a purse with a long strap that was placed across her shoulders increasing the visibility of the large mounds. She had been wearing the tall heels for several days now and felt comfortable in them. The big difference was that Jamie was comfortable being seen. She knew she would be an object of attention with her large chest and exaggerated makeup. Till now, nobody had made any audible comments. She knew they were talking or laughing behind her back but as long as she didn't hear them, she could stare ahead and ignore the looks. Jamie was consumed with her thoughts and didn't notice where they were headed. As Gillian parked her car, Jamie noticed the location. It was at Clarisse's shop. "We need to get you a nice outfit for the hall. We don't want to show them who you are underneath even before we start," Gillian remarked as they exited the vehicle. "Don't forget, we are the last of the contestants so everybody will be there watching as we arrive. You won't arrive as Marilyn but as my female model. You will leave as Marilyn." Jamie had no answer and followed Gillian blinking with those heavily mascaraed eyelashes. She was glad that Gillian was not taking her to a normal clothing store to buy outfits. They were greeted effusively by Clarisse with hugs and air kisses who was delighted with Jamie's look. She praised Gillian's skill as a makeup artist and wished her well for the competition. She did remind her of the promise she had previously made. Jamie just stood there quietly basking in the praise. Gillian didn't need to have applied blush as Jamie's cheeks were burning. "Guess who is here and will be happy to see you," Clarisse exclaimed shocking Jaime. Who could it be? Did Gillian set something up? A few moments later she was relieved to see it was Nancy, the nurse, who had a big smile on those large bright red lips. "Wow," she shouted, "you look gorgeous. I told you. I do love those large puppies and with implants, you'll look even better." Jamie got a big hug and an air kiss. Jamie just smiled. Nancy had said that before. After Saturday, James would not need large breasts whilst sunning himself in sunny California. "No thanks," Jamie whispered. "I don't think James would look good with hooters this big." Nancy looked at Jamie's face closely as Gillian came up to her. "I think Marilyn could use a little top up," Gillian said. "She has to look her best for Friday." "Oh yes," Nancy replied. "I was thinking the same thing. It is losing some of the plumpness. I did expect it as I said but not so soon. Has she been using her mouth much?" The insinuation was clear. Jamie said nothing, her cheeks still burning from the remark. She wondered if Gillian had shared their new sexual activities. "I can confirm they are a great improvement," Gillian said with a mysterious smile on her face. "You can't imagine the difference." Her smile indicated exactly what she meant. "Can you touch her up? Do you have your stuff here?" "Oh yes. I just did Shannon's lips. A present from her boyfriend. She is now a candidate for breast implants if she pleases him with her new lips." Nancy's smile was big. She knew exactly what she was saying. "Let's go to the makeup area and see what we can do. They all walked to the makeup area with brightly lit mirrors and comfortable chairs. Jamie sat down and Nancy donned thin gloves and examined her lips. They felt fine to Jaime but she knew Gillian would get her way. After Nancy's inspection, she took out her syringe, screwed on a new needle and loaded it from a small vial. There were a few pricks and Jaime could feel a fullness in her lips. Thankfully, it wasn't as many as previously. "There, it looks great. Go easy today and everything shouldn't take as long. I'm glad we met today giving you time to adjust before Friday." Nancy was pleased with the result. She held a small hand mirror so Jaime could inspect her mouth. It appeared full and inviting and the bright lipstick appeared without a smear. "Put your mouth to good use," Nancy whispered to Jaime, "you'll love it. Call me when you want your breasts done." She left a startled Jamie with a hug and air kiss. Gillian and Clarisse had been selecting outfits and came back with several outfits. Jaime was forced into a dress and then a blouse and skirt. Of course, Gillian had ordered the iconic Marilyn dress in white, with the low neckline and billowing skirts. Jaime dressed in the outfit, posed as instructed by Gillian but thankfully there was no air blower to billow out the skirts. In between, there were many photographs. Both Gillian and Clarisse had big smiles on their faces. Jaime had to carefully change back as Clarisse put the Marilyn outfit into a garment bag. Clarisse wished them "Good Luck" and reminded Gillian not to forget her promise. Jamie wondered about that but remained silent. "Nancy said your lips will settle down by Friday and you will look perfect," Gillian remarked on the way home. "We're going to win this and live in California soon." Gillian was really on a high and Jamie too felt that after all she had endured, she deserved to win. That night at bedtime Gillian explained that she knew Jamie couldn't use her mouth. However, she sucked Jamie off, crawled on top of her and slowly dribbled the ejaculate into Jamie's mouth. She kissed Jamie's lips lightly. Rising, she attached the strap on, lubricated the appendage with a sly grin on her face. "We can still have fun this way," she mouthed, lifted Jamie's legs and slowly entered her anus. This was no longer a surprise and Jamie, to her amazement, found herself moving her hips in tune with Gillian's thrusts. Gillian was smiling at Jamie as her movements speeded up and she orgasmed, just as Jamie erupted a weak trickle. Thursday, the day before the contest, Jamie awoke to Gillian's promise of a morning suck. It was great and she wondered if Gillian would continue with this after the contest was over. Gillian was feeling increasingly confident as Jaime's nervosity grew. She knew she could look the part and allow Gillian to demonstrate her skills in transforming an ordinary Jamie into a beautiful Marilyn. The thought of warm weather and sandy beaches helped dull the doubts. She would do what Gillian expected of her. It was another day of ensuring Gillian's application of powder and paint. Her lips were looking full and had settled down as Nancy had predicted. Jaime could now eat and drink with the cheek pads. The massive eyelashes and the constant look up and down commands continued. The intruder in her behind felt normal as she sat still on that hard stool. After the makeover, Gillian applied the red wig and took Jaime out to walk the mall. They didn't enter any shops or talk to anyone. It was just to get Jaime comfortable in her dress and heels. Her walk was better in the higher heels and she felt comfortable with the looks she was getting. That evening was spent getting all Gillian's makeup items into a bag. She carried much more than she had used just in case. They packed Marilyn's outfit, and shoes into a garment bag and the wig was in a box. Jaime's outfit for the event was chosen with the red wig. She would act as a willing female model to be transformed into a realistic image of Marilyn. They went to bed early to get rest. Yet before they slept, Gillian sucked Jaime hard and lowered herself onto the erect organ. She bobbed up and down slowly and then faster. Jaime had to use a great deal of control not to erupt too soon. After many moments, they both erupted almost simultaneously. Gillian fell on top of Jaime and smothered her with deep kisses. They drifted off to sleep. Finally, the big day was here. Jaime woke to the now-familiar scene of Gillian's mouth bringing her awake and back to life. She looked down through the mounds on her chest and saw Gillian sucking on her penis. It had become a ritual over this week. She lifted her hips and thrust gently fucking Gillian's mouth. A few moments later she erupted. Gillian kept on sucking and then crawled up over Jaime who knew what was coming. A deep kiss that passed much of the ejaculate into Jamie. She was used to this now. The first time Gillian did this and Jaime protested, the retort had been that if Gillian could swallow it, so could Jaime. Moreover, they both knew the source and it was clean. This was a great start to what would hopefully be a ticket to Hollywood. "Your lips have settled down and look full and beautiful," Gillian said as she rolled out of bed and helped Jaime up. "We have time but need to prepare well," she said and dragged Jaime into the small kitchen. "Let's have a leisurely breakfast and then leave by about 1. It won't take long to get there but I have to set up and organize. I'll do your nails after breakfast. You will enter the hall in a skirt and blouse and a red wig. You will change into the Marilyn outfit behind the curtain. I have a large cape so makeup doesn't spill. I will do your make up first and then add the wig and accessories last. OK?" Jaime nodded with a cup of coffee in her hand. The cheek pads felt comfortable. Gillian had set out some cereal and then toast with jam. "You'll need a snack before we get there. I don't know when you can eat after the event. Cant have food getting over the outfit or ruining your lips." After the small breakfast, Gillian buffed and then glued on some nails about ?" beyond Jaime's natural finders. "I am using a strong glue so they won't fall off. Don't worry, we can soak the fingers in a solution to remove them." Gillian saw the worried look on Jamie's face. She then painted them in a bright red color to match the lipstick they had practiced with. Two coats were applied. Whilst they dried, Gillian did the toes. Jaime wondered shy when the shoes would cover them, but let Gillian have her way. They gave the nails ample time to dry. Gillian inspected every inch of Jaime's nude body for hair and other blemishes. Another application of hair remover especially around the edges of the large glued on forms and a warm shower followed. Gillian watched as Jaime applied lots of foam and shaved her face and neck down to her breasts, running the new razor in both directions. After Gillian had used the hair remover on her face and necks, there wasn't anything more. Gillian had also ensured the small tufts of hair in her ears were gone. "We may have to do this again at the center," Gillian advised. "We can't have a five o'clock shadow on Marilyn. I have bought a small electric shaver that we can use in the car before we go in. We won't use much makeup for the trip there." Gillian examined the edges of the breasts and ensured that the edges were firmly in place and invisible to the naked eye. They did look natural if somewhat larger on Jaime's slender body. Jaime leaned over the washbasin as Gillian inserted the lubricated plug in her anus and ensured it sat flush. It was no longer unpleasant. "You had better empty your bladder as it will be difficult afterwards," Gillian explained. Jaime had already completed her ablutions and didn't feel the need. As Gillian tightened the corset Jamie thought back to the events of the last week. This was the culmination of a hectic week. It would determine Gillian's career and perhaps also James'. Life in Los Angeles would be very different and perhaps engineering jobs were not that popular. However, being with Gillian, sharing an apartment, life and living together would strengthen their relationship and perhaps allow them to settle down. They had never talked about it but moving together to a new town, new careers and a shared apartment meant they would be an item. Jaime noted that Gillian was also more interested and active sexually with keeping her promise of a morning wake-up blow job. Also, she had used her strap-on to penetrate Jaime and also let herself be impaled anally. Jamie grunted as Gillian tightened the corset causing the breasts to be emphasized even more. Marilyn was a 37-23-36 and Jaime had to get as close to that as possible. Jaime didn't complain as she didn't want to upset Gillian's confident mood. Her waist was reduced to just under 26".The stockings came next and were attached to the tabs. A frilly black panty and then the padded long girdle were added. To the event, Jaime would wear a short black skirt and a simple red short-sleeved blouse. The black 2" heels were enough. A hint of blush, a pale pink lipstick and a layer of mascara was all the makeup required to enter the event. The earrings were simple studs with a faux pearl. She would enter the hall confidently in her red wig. Jaime helped Gillian to load the car checking off all the items against Gillian's checklist. It seemed like Gillian was loading her whole salon for the event. Finally done, they left for the event. They stopped at a Starbucks and got a coffee and a sandwich. Jaime noticed the pink lipstick marks on the cup which were a sharp contrast to the bright red she had been used to all week. The long nails were bright red which also was a contrast. She tried to avoid thinking of what was to happen today. She hoped that with Gillian's skills, a very passable Marilyn would appear. From the attachment on her breasts to the intruder in her behind, she had done all that Gillian wanted. The sex had been more active and aggressive all week and she hoped it would continue whether they won or lost. She was secretly also pleased that Gillian had shown an interest in anal play, something she had not thought too much about as James. Before they exited the car, Gillian used a wipe and cleaned off Jamie's face. Producing the electric shaver, Gillian used to ensure that Jaime had no stubble. She would need to apply a thick layer of foundation to avoid any appearance of a shadow. Satisfied, Gillian applied a dusting of powder and then re-applied the pale lipstick. The hall had been arranged with one wall separated into three sections, one for each finalist. They were early and had to walk along a narrow aisle behind the sections to their allocated booth. They could see an impressive figure seated in a director's chair with a thick cloud of cigar smoke hanging over his chair. There were a few others seated next to him. A couple of the younger ladies had clipboards and were taking notes of the director's comments. Some of the teachers from the school were standing and watching as Millie, the second contestant was working on her model. It appeared that they were almost finished. The model's head was covered in a scarf, and her body covered in a cape. Only the face was visible. The first booth contained a completed Marilyn model. Tanya, Gillian's competitor, was beaming proud of her achievement. The model was preening in front of her audience. She was much taller than the original Marilyn and her bust was proportionately more prominent. Her face was beautifully made up with the signature blonde wig and dress. She appeared to have a few fans that hovered around her. Gillian and Jaime had to make two trips to get everything from the car. Gillian arranged everything meticulously on the table. There were no mirrors. The booth was brightly lit. Each booth was separated into two sections with a heavy curtain. The area behind was a storage or changing area; it was small but manageable. Gillian and Jaime observed Tanya rushing to complete the transformation in the allotted time. Each team would have fifteen minutes to complete the dressing and present Marilyn to the director and his team. Applause indicated that Tanya had finished her makeover and the curtain was drawn shut. A teacher stayed in the booth to ensure that no further makeup was applied. The director would then chat to Marilyn with his team and inspect her more closely. There would then be a short break and Gillian and Jaime would then take over. Gillian had decided that Jaime should change into the Marilyn outfit and shoes before the contest started. She had a broad cape that would cover Jaime and protect the dress from any makeup spillage or accidents. Gillian removed the skirt and blouse off Jamie and ensured the corset was tight. She knew she wouldn't have much time after the makeover to make major adjustments. She hoped Jaime would remain confident and smile. Having seen the other two models, she felt more confident in their chances. Tanya's model was too tall although her makeup was striking. Millie's model was a shorter but heavier model not like the petite Marilyn. Jaime resembled the physical attributes of Marilyn more than the other two. Gillian removed the red wig and pulled a wig cap tight over Jaimie's head, taping it down diagonally so it flattened the hair. The tape ran from the left corner of Jamie's forehead across her head to the back on the right. The process was repeated for the right corner of the forehead. Not only did this flatten the hair, but it provided a base to clip the Marilyn wig. It also lifted her brows at the corners into a nice arch. Finally, she used some pads and wiped off Jamie's minimal makeup. She quickly checked Jaime's waist and was happy that it measured just over 25" but with bust and hips to match Marilyn's. She hoped it wouldn't be noticed. Further tightening of the corset might cause Jaime to faint. Certainly, the other contestants didn't appear to meet Marilyn's measurements. She wanted to start with a clean slate. Before the curtain was drawn exposing Jaime and herself to the director and the onlookers, she sat Jaime down in the chair and wrapped the cape around her. It was broad enough to cover Jaime completely. With the hair covered under the wig cap, and face devoid of makeup, Jaime looked like a mannequin waiting for an artist to transform her into the form and face of a woman. "Wish us luck," Gillian whispered and pressed her cheek to Jamie's. A moment later Gillian's teacher entered the booth. She informed Gillian that the director was quite particular. So far he was quite non- communicative about the other two models. As soon as the director was ready, they would draw the curtains and Gillian should be ready. She reminded them about the get to know you reception later and presentation to the winner. A few moments later the curtain was drawn and Gillian faced the director and his entourage. She introduced herself and her model Jaime. Immediately Gillian went to work. She had done this many times now and had a few extra tricks that would add to Jaime's Marilyn image. She did not spend a minute looking at the director. In the image burned into her brain, she had every square millimeter of Marilyn's face mapped and painstakingly applied the color to Jaime's face. There was no room for error and correction. To her credit, Jaime sat still and followed Gillian's commands. She had been through this many times. Gillian used up all but five minutes of her allotted time. She checked every aspect of 'Marilyn's face and pronounced she was done. The teacher came to her side, took some photographs and informed the onlookers that Gillian would have fifteen minutes to get Marilyn ready and presentable. Gillian removed the cape and had Jaime stand. It was time for the wig and earrings. Gillian discreetly arranged the bands of the dress together accentuating the big bust. This was quickly accomplished, accessories and a touch of perfume added. Marilyn was ready for her debut. "Don't worry babe, you look beautiful. Just be natural and speak in that sultry voice if you are asked a question. Relax," Gillian advised as they got ready for the teacher to open the curtains. Jaime was growing nervous as the moment approached. The curtains opened and there were a few claps. Gillian and Jaime descended the few steps and were approached by the director and his team. The director was just a few inches taller than Jaime but probably fifty pounds heavier. He wore thick square glasses and a cigar smell pervaded the air as he came closer. His voice was deep as he approached Gillian and Jaime. "Congratulations. You've done an excellent job," he said with a smile. "You just made our decision more difficult." He asked for their names and about their goals and walked away to talk to the teacher. Gillian replied that she was ready to be in LA and that her good friend Jaime would accompany her. His staff took many photographs and some came very close to Jaime inspecting the makeup. Not many words were spoken as Jaime was asked to walk around. Ever conscious of the plug-in her behind Jaime thrust out her bust and swung her hips as she had practiced with Gillian. That whole process took around twenty minutes and they all clapped. The teacher announced that there would be ten-minute pause, thanked everyone for their effort and advised that the director would announce his decision at the reception. Caterers had already set up tall tables with snacks and a full bar was available. There were no chairs so people had to stand and mingle. Tanya and Millie, Gillian's classmates, came up to her and congratulated her for a great competition. Whilst they praised the others' work, they were each secretly hoping they were the winners. Hollywood, fame, money and a warmer climate were great incentives. Jaime looked at her two competitors. They all looked like Marilyn from the neck up: blonde hair, blue eyes and inviting red lips. Tanya's model had the lips accentuated by being drawn outside her lip line. Millie's model had thin lips. Jaime had become accustomed to see the full red lips on pictures of Marilyn. Gillian had used those injections to get Jamie's lips perfectly. Below the neck, there were also some differences. One model was taller and didn't have the full bust of Marilyn proportionate to her height. Millie's model was of a similar height to Jamie but her figure was much fuller. Only Jamie came close to the original look and figure. It seemed that the others concentrated on facial similarities and not on the total impression. Jamie could see the looks of the other two contestants. The director's team spent some time with each of the models inquiring about their story and history of modeling. Jamie spoke in a low voice, mentioned her engineering degree and that she was a last-minute model as Gillian's original model had to leave town to take care of a sick parent. Each of the three assistants asked different questions, Jamie noticed the careful and close inspection of her makeover. From the fingernails to the bust to the eyelashes, their inspection was detailed. It was time to move to the other end of the hall and enjoy the spread and a well-earned drink. The director was in a huddle with his associates and would be announcing the winners soon. Jaime and Gillian relaxed. They couldn't change anything and had done as well as able. Apart from the facial transformation, Jaime looked the closest to the original Marilyn. They each enjoyed a glass of Prosecco. They were too anxious to eat and Jaime was beginning to feel the pressure. She didn't want to be the reason that Gillian lost this opportunity. She had done and endured all. The class professor clapped for attention. It was only a small group of twenty-five or so and her voice could be heard clearly. "Ladies and gentlemen, so finally we have come to the end of this contest. I'd like to thank all who participated. Sadly, there can only be one winner but I am sure you all agree that the models look outstanding." There was a short pause for the applause as all three models smiled brightly with their big red lips. "As you all know, director Bud Flanagan, responsible for makeup and costume for Empire Studios, will announce his decision. Welcome director Flanagan." Director Flanagan stepped alongside the professor to much applause from the onlookers. He was not tall and was carrying more weight than usual for his height. But he did look typical of the Hollywood set with his bright shirt with several buttons undone and a big gold chain clearly visible. "Thank you," he began. "I am pleased to be here and see the results of your accomplished students. All the contestants look great and that is a compliment to this school and its teachers and their students. I have with my team of observers closely observed all three artists and their models. Their skills are evident. But sadly there can only be one winner." The director paused. "However, we will refer all contestants to the APO, Association of Professional Makeup Artists, and they are always looking for talent." The director took a sip of the drink in his hand and looked at the audience. "The challenge posed was to create a twin to Marilyn Monroe. As you have been made aware, the winner will be invited to Hollywood to assist in the makeup department for the new film about Marilyn. Her model may be used as a stand-in. All the contestants have made very credible models resembling Marilyn. However, it seems only one understood the question fully and created a close impersonation of Marilyn. I have to say that with all our experience, we would have been hard-pressed to improve on this artist's work. Therefore, we have selected Gillian Reynolds and her model Jamie as the winners of this contest. Jamie will also come to Hollywood and help promote the film." There was loud clapping even from the competitors who all rushed to hug and congratulate Gillian and Jamie who couldn't believe their fortunes. The director cleared his throat to indicate he wasn't done yet and requested Gillian and Jaime to come up to him. Gillian and Jaime approached with big smiles on their faces. The director handed Gillian an envelope and kissed her lightly on the lips. He hugged Jaime and kissed her on the lips lightly too. Jaime was shocked and just stood there frozen. The director whispered something to Gillian and walked away. As the director walked away with the onlookers, the contestants and their models walked to their sections to pack up their materials and leave the hall. Jaime was still in shock at the win and also at the kiss in public. It may be normal in Hollywood but not in Chicago even if all thought she was a real girl. Gillian held her hand tightly. "Thanks, hon, I won't forget this," Gillian whispered to Jaime. "I'll make it up to you tonight." Still stunned Jaime helped pack away the makeup and wanted to change to her other outfit. Gillian stopped her. "What?" Jaime asked. "The contest is over and Marilyn is history." "Not quite. The director whispered that we are invited to dinner tonight at his hotel to discuss details. We have to be there at 7.00 pm. Marilyn needs to be there and will attract some attention. But he has arranged a private dining room for his team and us." "Oh," was all Jaime could say. She didn't want to rain on Gillian's parade so to speak. "By the time we load the car and drive to the hotel we won't have much time. I'll have to get you a small handbag and touch up your makeup. We'll have to leave the stuff in the car. Let me call Clarisse as we can't go shopping just now. You have to look the part as that is what tipped the scales." Gillian made the call and was smiling as she related her win. Clarisse obviously said 'yes' as Gillian finished with 'See you there.' They packed everything into the boxes. Two of the cleaners volunteered to help carry the boxes to the car as they saw 'Marilyn' trying to lift a large box. Jaime just smiled and accepted the offer. Gillian gave a large tip grateful for their help. Even without the tip, they were grateful to be in the presence of Marilyn. They left with big smiles and jabbering away in Spanish. They arrived at the hotel a little after 6.30 with plenty of time to spare. Gillian allowed the valet to park rather than have them walk from the multi-story car park next door. The doorman had a big smile on his face as he opened the door for Marilyn. It didn't matter that Superstar Marilyn would arrive in an old Honda. Having no choice, Jaime swung out her legs and stood up. Jaime was not sure if the young doorman recognized Marilyn, but whoever he thought she was, there were stars in his eyes. Gillian came around also with a big smile recognizing the looks Marilyn achieved. They entered the hotel and Gillian allowed Marilyn to be a couple of paces in front. Just as they entered the large lobby, there was a sudden rush and Jaime found herself hugged by this large creature in a rustle of material and a cloud of expensive perfume. Many of the lobby visitors could only see a figure of Marilyn in her iconic white dress being enveloped by a large woman with a bouffant blonde hairstyle. "Congratulations, darling," the voice boomed with a tight hug of two massive bosoms. The air kisses were emphasized by a loud kissing sound. It was of course Clarisse. She seemed to take as much pride in Jaime's transformation as Gillian herself. "Well done and deserved." Clarisse had a cloud of an expensive perfume about her that enveloped Jaime. Of course, she hugged and kissed Gillian on the cheek leaving faint imprints of her lips. Gillian moved Jaime and Clarisse to a quiet corner of the lobby. Out of a large bag, Clarisse fetched three purses. One was with a long strap and the other two were clutch purses. Gillian looked at them and thought that the bright red sequin-studded clutch would work well with the white dress and it also came close to her lip color. Clarisse wanted to offer a drink but Gillian declined. She wanted to touch up Jaime's makeup and prepare her to meet the director. Clarisse was not put off and said "See you tomorrow night. Don't forget your promise." Gillian followed the signs to the restrooms in the large lobby. Jaime followed puzzled by Clarisse's last comment. The restrooms were in a small foyer. Gillian ushered them into an empty restroom which was large and well lit. "What did Clarisse mean with that?" Jaime asked. "Open your mouth a little and let's touch up those gorgeous lips," Gillian said. She carefully applied several layers of the lipstick and then many layers of gloss. She used a clean tissue to blot between applications. "It's nothing," Gillian replied offhandedly. "Clarisse has a meeting of her clients once a month at the shop in the lounge. She wanted Marilyn to appear for a little to encourage others to be who they want to be." "You want me to be Marilyn tomorrow night?" Jamie asked with a slight rise in tone. "Well, it was in exchange for the discounts and the help with everything. It was only if we won," Gillian replied. "At the time, I didn't think we would make it as I didn't have a real model. Sorry, I didn't know you would become the perfect Marilyn." Gillian hugged Jaime. "I'll show you my thanks later tonight. California here we come!" Jamie looked troubled as Gillian fussed over her. She tugged at the dress to ensure the look was great and the bust showed prominently. "Don't look so worried, babe. That will be fun. Now pay attention. Let's agree to whatever the director wants. Be nice to him and flatter him. News in the industry is that these types like to touch and feel and get many favors from aspiring actresses and actors. I think you know what I mean. So play along. Remember: the goal is to get to Hollywood and find ourselves long term jobs. OK?" Jamie nodded. This was the biggest test. To be near the director and talk to him, impress him was not something she had considered. "Relax. Keep your voice low and we'll be fine. I'll be right next to you. Act like the winner you are and smile with those beautiful lips. After you drink or eat something, look in the little compact - it's in your purse, slowly roll out the lipstick and apply it to your lips. Don't go over the line. I want those beautiful lips looking perfect. OK?" Gillian sprayed Jaime with more perfume and linked arms. "Let's do this," she said and led them out of the restroom. As they entered the lobby again there were more people and Marilyn received many a gaze and comment. One of the director's team members, Mandy, came up to them beaming. "You've become a star already," she said. "The director and team are waiting. Just follow me. Just a head's up. Director was very pleased with your looks and Gillian's skills. You may have a great opportunity." They entered a small room. The director and the rest of the team were there as well as Gillian's professor. The director approached with a big smile, hugged them and kissed Gillian and Jamie again full on the lips. "Welcome and congratulations again," he said and led them to a small table. A waiter served up champagne and the director handed each of them a glass. "To Hollywood and a great career," he said raising his glass. The director introduced Gilliam and Jaime to each of his team. It seems they were all assistants to the makeup artists and were learning everything from prosthetics to fantasy characters. They were enthusiastic interns who seemed to admire the director and praised him at every turn. They sat down to dinner and Gillian and Jaime were placed on either side of the director. Dinner was a fine selection from a soup or salad to a fish or meat entr?e. Dessert was a fine chocolate mousse. After skimpy meals, Jaime enjoyed the selections and taste of the fine wines. Unfortunately, the tight corset didn't allow her many bites of every course. As instructed, after every course, Jaime took out her purse and applied lipstick. In the small mirror of the compact, her lips looked fine, but she observed the director watch her application of lipstick. The marks left on her glass showed clearly the imprint of her lips. After the dinner, the director took out a case and lit a cigar. Melanie, the girl next to Jaime took out a pack of cigarettes and offered it around. Jaime declined. "You know that Marilyn loved to smoke, right?" the director mentioned as he saw Jaime hesitate. This only prompted Melanie to offer the cigarette again. This time Jaime felt compelled to accept and was grateful that Gillian too took one. The director lit Jaime's cigarette and then Gillian's with an expensive gold lighter. Neither Jaime nor Gillian were regular smokers; they had experimented in college of course as had many others. As Jaime brought the cigarette to her lips she noticed the red marks on the filter and the bright red nails holding the white cigarette. She saw Gillian looking at her as they observed each other. They were careful not to take deep drags and cough. "So, tell me, Gillian, would you be interested in a longer-term position in Hollywood?" the director asked. Gillian was about to take a drag when she heard the question. She brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deeper drag. This allowed her a moment to process the question. She was looking at Jaime who had also a look of surprise on her face. Had she heard correctly? "Well," she said blowing out smoke. "We would love that." "We?" the director asked looking at Jaime. "Well, Jaime aka Marilyn, and I had fantasized about that. She just graduated in mechanical engineering and we shared an apartment in college. She agreed to do this at the last minute and I am glad." The director took a deep drag on his cigar and blew out a cloud of smoke upwards. His eyes moved between Jaime and Gillian trying to assess their relationship. "Well, we have a talented Marilyn. Very versatile. We will be able to use Marilyn with promotional appearances. Melanie, why don't you explain to Gillian how the studio and our department works. Marilyn, let us have a Hollywood audition." The director stood up. Jaime looked at Gillian who had a big smile on her face and touched her lips. Jaime got the message and applied another coat of lipstick careful not to go outside the lip line. She then got up and followed the director unsure of what the director wanted. The director hooked their arms and they silently went to the elevator. They went to the top floor and entered the large director's suite. The lights of the city's tall skyscrapers were visible against the night sky. There were no curtains. Without asking, the director poured out two glasses of liquor and held it out to Jamie who was not a drinker. It smelled like a whisky or brandy and she didn't like either. But it was good to have something in her hand. The small sip she took burned her throat and warmed her a little. "So let me ask you a few things," the director said settling himself on the couch, Jaime remained standing. He looked at Jamie whilst puffing on his cigar. "I am assuming that you would be moving to California with Gillian?" Jamie nodded. "Yes," she said softly taking a sip of the fiery liquor. "That's good. Do you have any job offers?" "No, we didn't know if Gillian would find a longer-term assignment," Jaime replied cautiously. She wasn't sure why the interest. "And what if both of you could find longer-term assignments?" the director's tone had some hidden meaning. Jaime took another sip of her drink. She didn't want to get drunk but needed a pause to think. "Well, the weather in Hollywood is better than in Chicago. I think Gillian believes she has more opportunities in LA." "That's true. She has amazing skills. Look how you became Marilyn. Hollywood loves talent." The director took another deep drag, blew out a cloud of smoke and continued. "I assume you are both an item. I noticed the exchange of looks. Hey. that's OK? We love all types in Hollywood." Jamie said nothing. Did the director think that Gillian and she were lesbian lovers? How could she explain that she wasn't what he thought she was? "We are close," Jaime replied without admitting anything. "That's good. So you would do anything to help her career right? You could be helping yourself in the process too." "Yes, of course," Jaime replied softly growing unsure of where this was going. "I think we can use your Marilyn looks and give you some appearances to promote the film. Perhaps even use you as a stand-in. I am sure that I could find work for Gillian on a longer-term basis." "Yes, that is what Gillian wants," Jamie replied softly. "We would both like that." "That's good. So, let's do a test and see if those Marilyn lips and mouth can deliver on their promise." The director motioned Jaime to come toward him. Jaime knew this was moving in the wrong direction. She had heard of Hollywood auditions of course and it seemed like she was going to experience it in reality. She moved toward the director. Her mind racing knowing that if she disclosed her true gender Gillian's career would be destroyed. Yet, if she went through with this it would be a life- changing experience. It might even jeopardize her relationship with Gillian. Even though Gillian had used a strap on with Jaime and made her suck on that plastic phallus, there was no way Gillian would have wanted Jaime to suck a real penis. Yet it seemed that Gillian's career could leap forward with the patronage of this director. As if in a trance, she moved toward the couch placing the drink on the low table. Perhaps she could get away by kissing him. Distasteful as that was, she thought it might be better to have his tongue in her mouth rather than his penis. He directed Jaime toward his crotch. He had loosened the belt and undone the zip. There was a growing bulge tenting brightly colored boxers. He was smiling. "All budding starlets learn to do this. It is great for career advancement." Jaime approached slowly and sank to her knees in front of the director. She was praying that a phone call, knock on the door or even a heart attack would save her from the ultimate humiliation. She had not planned to be a starlet and suck her way up through the studio hierarchy. But it was clear the director would open doors for Gillian if 'Marilyn' were willing to help. Jaime couldn't look at the director. The tent in the boxers was growing large. With a raise of the hips, the director eased down the boxers. Jaime stared at this piece of hard flesh she was going to insert into her mouth. The director took her hands and placed them around his penis. It wasn't long but was quite fat. Jaime couldn't help but compare it to her own appendage which was just as long but thinner. "Now, Marilyn, show me how that luscious mouth of yours can perform." The director gently nudged her head down. Jaime had no choice and opened her mouth slowly and wrapped her lips around the head. She tried to imagine that this was not James but Marilyn sucking a cock. The director would not want James. Gillian's plastic penis did not have the warmth and texture of the director's. She sucked it in slowly and moved her hands along the cock to speed up the process. Gratefully, it was over in a few minutes as 'Marilyn' felt a large eruption. Like Gillian, she kept her lips clamped tightly not wanting any liquid to escape. The consequence was that she had to swallow. She was relieved that it had been over quickly. It was the first time she had tasted another man's ejaculate. Gillian had introduced her to the taste of her own. "Oh, Marilyn, your mouth was amazing. Look how quickly I erupted. That doesn't happen often. You'll be very popular in Hollywood. I do expect Marilyn to visit weekly as my schedule allows. I am sure we'll have a long and successful relationship. I'll make sure Gillian gets to work on a major film." Jaime was still on her knees unsure what to do. The director still lay there, cigar in hand and limp penis hanging out of his boxers. There was a satisfied smile on his face. "I think you better repair your lipstick and go back downstairs. We leave tomorrow afternoon so perhaps we can have a late breakfast. I will tell Mel to call Gillian tomorrow. I think you'll be a hit, Marilyn is a great icon." Jaime got up slowly and pulled down her dress. It was probably less than thirty minutes since she left the others. She used her compact to repair her lips and went to the door. "I want to see the Marilyn look tomorrow but you should wear a different dress of course," the director said, a sly smile on his face. Jaime gave him a small wave and left with a mixture of relief and confusion. She was glad to be away from the director but also confused that she had felt necessary to blow him on the promise of an offer in Hollywood. It was done now and she couldn't turn back the clock. The director's taste was still in her mouth. The question was how to admit this to Gillian. Would she lose her over this? She met nobody as she walked and realized that she was alone and had to take the elevator down, cross the lobby and find the room with the others. She was committed now as she pressed the button to descend. It was just after 9.30 pm on a Friday and the lobby was busy. Of course, Marilyn caused quite a stir. Jaime just looked ahead and found the room. The team was seated as before and there was lively chatter. Gillian appeared to be worried and smiled when she saw Jaime. She was just lighting another cigarette when Jaime walked in. The team cheered probably knowing that Marilyn had passed the test. Jaime smiled shyly. The director's team probably knew what had happened. She reached out, reached for Gillian's drink and took some sips trying to get the taste of cum off her breath. The look that Gillian gave her indicated she knew something had happened. "The director told you to give Mel your number. He wants us to have brunch with him tomorrow to go over some last-minute details," Jaime said. The team clapped. "Well done, Marilyn," Mel said enthusiastically hugging her. "The director called. I think this means you both will be moving to Hollywood. Gillian, here's my card. Call me around 10 and plan to meet here around 11.30." The party broke up and it was now just Gillian and Jaime. They didn't speak as they looked at each other. Jaime had to break the silence. "Gill...," she began when Gillian stopped her. "Let's go home and you can tell me every little detail. I am happy that Hollywood is a certainty. It also seems Marilyn will be around for longer as you made the director very happy. The team was telling me about his auditions and expectations. Gillian had a big smile on her face. "It seems you passed with flying colors." They linked arms and walked to the forecourt to wait for their car. The rest of the journey was carried out in silence. Jaime was not sure of her feelings. Certainly, she didn't feel she had a choice and couldn't let Gillian down. But she had felt no disgust at what she had done. She felt she should have been repulsed, but she wasn't. It was something that Marilyn had probably done many times as also confirmed by the director's team to Gillian. Once in their apartment, Gillian attacked Jaime, kissing her hard and thrusting her tongue deep. "I was so turned on by what I heard and what you did, my panty is soaked," she said. She left Jaime stunned as she went to the bedroom. Moments later she returned without her dress and panties and with that monster strapped to her waist. Jaime knew the drill and fell to her knees. It didn't take long for Jaime to erupt despite the confinement at her crotch. Gillian was vocal and must have orgasmed several times before she withdrew from Jaime's mouth. She carefully removed Marilyn's wig. It was a curious display of Marilyn with smeared makeup and a wig cap. Her dress and shoes too came off quickly but her bra, corset and stockings remained. Gillian pulled out the plug from Jaime swiftly. Later in bed, Jaime was still Marilyn as Gillian used her mouth to bring her to another firm erection and then straddled Jaime into her anus until she reached another orgasm. She still wore the strap on. It didn't end there as Gillian penetrated Jaime and brought her to a watery eruption. She then collapsed over Jaime, tracing her swollen lips with her tongue, hands massaging the silicone breasts. "So, how did you feel? Was it big?" Gillian asked as they lay entwined. Jaime was silent gathering her thoughts. "It was OK. I didn't have a choice. It wasn't longer but thicker than yours." She paused. "It didn't last too long." "The first time with a real cock and I wasn't there to see it. I don't think it will be the last time. It will be nice to have my model suck her way through Hollywood promoting my skills." Gillian stroked Jaime's flaccid penis. It wasn't about to rise anytime soon. "It seems that the practice with my strap on helped." "It felt different but I knew what to expect," Jaime replied softly. "I know what you did was for me and I'll never forget it," she whispered. "I'll call Nancy tomorrow and see if her doctor can fit you in to get your lips done before we leave. We need you to keep the director happy, don't we?" Jaime was silent unsure of what to say and still amazed at what she had done. Whilst the taste was gone the memory was still fresh. She knew the director's expectations and that she would need to be Marilyn frequently. She was tired from the sexual activity and all her actions today. It had been exciting. Marilyn continued to talk to a sleepy Jaime squeezing a large plastic nipple. "You have to keep your promise to the director or I'll lose my job. If you are going to play Marilyn frequently, maybe the doctor can give you those DD implants too? We don't want the director groping you and discovering plastic at your breast. Besides, gluing and ungluing will be unkind to your skin long-term." Gillian emphasized the word, Marilyn. "Think about it: you'll be a Marilyn copy 24/7 and become a starlet in Hollywood. And I get to drink mojitos on the beach with a girlfriend with big tits and a hard cock." "Wha......at?" Jaime mouthed softly in a daze between sleep and excitement as Gillian kissed her softly. Jaime was too tired to think straight. She was falling asleep and didn't absorb Gillian's comments. They fell asleep in a tight embrace.