[TG] You Oughta Be In Pictures - Part 2

Ben awoke suddenly the next morning; any chance of the events of last night being a strange dream immediately dashed as he blinked his eyes open and was met with a tangle of blonde hair. Most men would bemoan such a gift, crying about their precious masculinity and Ben would be lying if he said he was totally bereft of such feelings. But still, he smiled. Because a gift this was and he was going to treat it as such. More than anything, he wanted to be a star, if he had to be a woman to achieve the riches and fame he desired well, so be it.

The smile disappeared from his face however when he spotted his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The perfectly curated make up from last night was ruined; lipstick smudged, eyes like dark circles where he’d rubbed at the mascara in his sleep and uneven concealer left him looking less than appealing. No matter, it was time for a fresh slate.

He switched on the shower and jumped under the hot stream, sighing in contentment as he felt the warm rivulets pour over his curves. Who knew water could feel so…sensual. He looked down at his new body and beamed; it was perfect, curvy, with an hourglass figure and pale skin. Women all over America would kill to look like him. He winced, running his long fingers through the knots in his hair to untangle them before grabbing the soap and lathering up. Ben rubbed his palms over his soft skin, gliding over his curves with ease thanks to the soap. He felt like the proverbial butterfly about to shed its cocoon; he was washing away the last of that failure Ben Brennen and replacing him with Taylor Goldwyn. He stepped out of the shower and towelled himself dry, turning back toward the mirror and clearing the steam ready to see the beauty who would take Hollywood by storm.

She wasn’t there. Oh, the woman in the mirror was pretty alright; with bright eyes and a fabulous figure. But with a tangle of wet hair and no makeup, she certainly wasn’t going to be turning any heads. He had a little money still; he was going to have to buy some cosmetics. He worked shifts down at the local theatre and diner to keep up rent and bills while waiting for his big break; that was probably not an option now. All the more impetus to get a proper role sooner rather than later. Still, as he took a step back to admire his full figure, he couldn’t help but grin. His breasts were so large, yet had none of that undesirable sag even without the aid of a bra. Arousal swirled in his lower stomach; if he saw this body in a pin up, he’d not complain. Still, this wasn’t the time to be getting himself off; he had a mission to complete.

~

Ben stood before the rows of cosmetics in the department store with a grimace on his face. When he’d walked in, dressed in that same white dress, he felt like he really was in the scene from a film. That magic had shattered the moment he saw the prices on all the cosmetics; if he wanted to make rent this week and eat he could maybe buy a single tube of lipstick and some eyeshadow and as he watched another woman lift the tester up to her lips and delicately paint them he had another realisation; without those devil puppet strings, he had no idea how to apply them either. At least he had a lead on what looked the best though and with a heavier heart than expected he purchased a tube of bright red lipstick and some matching wine-red eyeshadow. How hard could it be?

He went straight to the bathroom, unboxing the tiny tube and pursing his lips in the mirror; doing his best to replicate what had happened last night. In the end he managed an acceptable paint job, though the eyeshadow proved much harder. A woman leaving the restroom smirked as she passed and Ben felt his cheeks burn, perhaps he’d picked too bright a colour? Looking at his reflection now it did look a little…garish. In a panic he tried wiping it away and only successes in smearing it across his face more. After several sheets of toilet paper, he finally managed to get it all off, though his cheeks seemed to be stained pink and no amount of water or paper could get it to go away. That was fine, he told himself, pink cheeks are cute, people love that in a woman. Besides, all he had to do was pass a screentest, then he’d have professionals doing his make up and never have to worry about it again.

Still, Ben’s heart thundered in his chest as he made his way back to Silver Studios, the front gate already crowded with other nobodies hoping to be called in for work as extras or roadies. He pushed his way in, earning a few strange looked before he realised how odd it must look to have a woman in an evening dress shoving her way through the crowd with her elbows out; not the most lady-like first impression. Still, he made it to the front just in time to see a familiar stage manager, a plump woman with wide framed glasses, walk out, clipboard in hand. She started yelling out available work; three young men to be soldiers dying in a war film, two dark haired women to be waitresses in another. The manager scanned the crowd, eyes landing on him and his heart swelled.

“And we’ve got a musical in the works, any girls who can sing, come this way for a screentest.”

Could he sing? He’d never tried as a man, but all women could do it, right? He walked inside with a stream of others, the women giggling amongst themselves but he stayed silent and aside; these were his competitors, not friends.

~

It turned out, his transformation did not give him the ability to sing, but Ben was not about to give up. He paid what little money had left for a proper, acting, screentest. Soon that reel would be watched by producers, executives and directors alike who were looking for fresh faces, everybody wanted to be the person to discover the next big star. It was only a matter of time now. So Ben waited.

One day.

Then two.

Then five.

His only dress crinkled and slowly turning grey after days of wear. He tried to clean it in the kitchen sink and only managed to make it greyer. His cupboards slowly emptied as he waited and waited for a call that might not even be coming. A week after his change he awoke to a totally empty pantry; he had no choice, if he didn’t do something to kick things into high gear soon, he was going to starve. He’d dismissed the casting couch that first night, so sure this body was all he needed to be noticed but then Ben realised it wasn’t. There were other pretty women out there who were using the casting couch to get what they wanted. He could be the hottest thing on two legs but he’d still be looked over for another if he didn’t spread his legs, that’s just how Hollywood was these days. He had no choice.

He spent the day ironing the crinkles out of his dress and perfecting his makeup. The Z Club was the most popular nightclub in all of Hollywood right now; known for being popular with stars and producers alike. All he needed to do was corner one and get a deal even if it meant…debasing himself. Ben gripped the sink, staring at his own reflection with hard eyes; he’d come this far. He was going to become a star.

No matter what it took.

~

The music was loud enough that he could feel it vibrating up his legs as he snuck in the side entrance. There was no way he could afford the cover charge, or even a single drink but if he played his cards right, he wouldn’t have to. He moved across the dancefloor with purpose, copying the dance moves of the women as he went. He wanted to be noticed for all the right reasons. After half an hour of dancing and thrusting he could tell why nightclubs made so much money; his throat was parched from the exercise and hot air. If he waited for somebody to come to him he’d be here all night; time to be more proactive.

Long ago Ben had learned that confidence is key. So, while the bouncer was distracted, he walked past him, under the velvet rope and into the VIP section like he owned it. Nobody said a word. This area of the club was quieter, home to several cosy booths filled with Hollywood elites drinking champagne that cost more than some people’s houses. In one corner he spotted Frank, canoodling with that new girl, Miss Lake. Judging by the way she placed her hand on his leg it was obvious to see how she’d landed a staring role out of nowhere. Well, two can play at that game.

Ben scanned the crowd, most of the top brass of Silver Studios were already with good company but then he spotted his chance. Bradley Compson, a producer for the studio, was sitting with a few other men he didn’t recognise. Ben had met Compson a few scant times; he was known for being a bit of a party boy and even occasionally getting the studio into hot water with his scandals. But, he was an excellent movie producer and had an eye for talented people; he was the perfect mark. With more confidence that he felt, Bent approached the table and slid himself into the booth next to him much to the amusement of his companions.

“Did somebody order…company?” One teased before laughing raucously at his own joke.

Bradley looked him up and down and Ben gave his best winning smile; now or never.

“I came over here because you all looked like the most interesting people in this dull place.” He said before leaning his shoulder ever so slightly against Bradley’s, “And I hear that if a girl wants to get on the big screen, you’re the man to talk to.”

“Well…” Bradley’s eyes dipped to Ben’s cleavage, “You’re certainly talented. But can you act?”

“That depends I suppose, did you believe me when I said this table looked like the most interesting one in the room?”

The men threw back their heads in laughter, all save Bradley who simply smiled wryly.

“I love it when a girl’s direct.” His companion chortled, “Knows what she wants and takes it.”

“Or asks for it nicely.” Bradley added, eyes still on Ben’s body.

Ben was starting to feel hot under the collar, this was actually happening. What now? He felt all his wit and clever lines disappearing under a wave of nervousness; if this went well he’d be in bed with a man soon, if it didn’t he’d be destitute. Both those options were unacceptable in their own way. He grit his teeth and pushed past the pride; this was what was necessary. He leaned in, face an inch from Bradley’s and whispered in a sultry tone.

“Pretty please? I’ll do anything to get into movies.”

The saccharine sound of his own voice made Ben want to hurl but Bradly smiled.

“Tell you what, sweetheart.” A warm hand came to rest on his knee. “Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow and we’ll give you a private audition and depending on how well you perform, I might be able to find a part for you.”

That hand slowly moved up his thigh as Bradley spoke and Ben had to fight hard to keep the compliant smile on his face. Warm tingles were left behind as those fingers traced his skin, creating an uncomfortable warmth between his legs Ben really didn’t want to acknowledge. He nodded, taking the man’s business card and, after a moments hesitation, gently placed it between his breasts. This proved to be the right move and Bradley gave him an approving nod.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sweetheart. Now, leave us to get back to our drinking.”

Ben’s jaw hurt from clenching it, somehow, he managed to keep the smile on his face from turning into a grimace. As he walked out of the club Ben reminded himself what this was all leading to; one kip in bed or blow job was all he needed. Once he was up on the screen, he’d never have to do this again.

~

Ben had walked onto the Silver Studios lot many a time, it was almost a second home to him now. But never in his life had he been invited up to the executives’ offices. As he made his way past the secretary, he swore he could feel eyes on his back. The woman had marked down his appointment with a callous smirk; she knew exactly why Ben was here seemingly and his cheeks burned in humiliation. He steeled himself as he approached the door, reminding himself that in a few weeks, he'd be a star and that woman would still be a nobody.

Bradley was sitting behind the desk, a number of papers fanned out in front of him and he smiled in a way that seemed predatory as Ben closed the door.

“I am so glad you came,” He smiled, “It occurred to me last night that I don’t even know your name.”

“Taylor Goldwyn.” He replied and the man nodded thoughtfully.

“Good name, inspires class. Are you a classy woman, do you think?”

“Most of the time, but I know that in this business one must occasionally…get dirty.” He demurred slightly before fixing the man with a hard stare. “I was born to be a star. I know it, I feel it. I’ll be the hardest working actor-actress you’ve ever had. All I need is that one big break to get noticed.”

He watched Bradley sat back in his chair, matching his hard stare, apprising the woman before him.

“Alright.” He smiled, “There is a picture in the works, a flick inspired by Peg Entwhistle. The woman who died jumping off the Hollywood sign after her film career failed. She’s pretty, blonde and the part is quite emotionally complex. Having a newcomer play her would add to the effect, I think. Interested?”

It was a far cry from the masculine westerns or adventure films he’d so dreamed of being in as a boy but it was more than he’d ever had before. Ben nodded enthusiastically, a tiny spark of hope forming in his chest; perhaps he’d impressed Bradley enough with his passionate speech.

“I think you’d be a perfect fit, but…”

Oh no.

“I have a reputatio

n to uphold, it’s a risk bringing a newcomer onto a project as big as this. I need you to inspire some confidence in me.”

There it was.

Ben’s mouth went dry; a cold sweat forming on his palms as the reality of the situation crashed into him. He’d said he’d do anything to achieve his goal; it was one thing to say it, another very different thing to actually put those words into action. Bradley looked at him, the moment dragging on and Ben could see opportunity slipping through his fingers like sand. Ben licked his lips.

“What did you have in mind?”

Bradley smiled, tapping a finger to his solid wooden desk, Ben approached, heart hammering fully prepared to lay across it when the man instead rolled his chair back and motioned for him to get underneath.

“Oh.”

“Problem?”

Ben swallowed, trying to moisten his mouth.

“Not at all.”

Getting down on his knees beneath the desk felt so wrong, his heart was so loudly in his ears he could barely hear Bradley’s zipped being undone. He’d never realised how cocks had such a distinctive smell; heady and thick with that scent that could only be described as masculine and to his utter surprise, Ben found his mouth beginning to water. The producer sighed, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs; the silent order clear. Hidden beneath the desk nobody would know he was here, even if they walked in.

‘Just get this over with, it’s a one time deal. Just suck it up and suck him down.’

He wet his lips one final time, Bradley clearing his throat impatiently. His cock was semi hard already, a tiny drop of precum visible from the slit on his head. Tentatively, Ben leaned forward and ran his tongue along it, bringing the man to full hardness in seconds. The taste was odd, but not unpleasant. He licked along the head some more, taking note of what made Bradley moan or shift so he could repeat it. He raised one hand to the base of his shaft, squeezing gently as he continued to lap at the skin while his free hand gently massaged his balls. The smell was even stronger there and Ben found himself actually enjoying it. The sounds escaping Bradley’s mouth were utterly delicious and the taste of him was downright intoxicating.

He licked down the shaft the same way he’d always enjoyed when he was a man, taking each ball in his mouth and suckling gently, trying not to gag on the hair before finally moving back up the head. This was it, the moment that could make or break him. The cock slid into his mouth and Ben braced himself to gag but found he didn’t. Bradley was bucking into him now, breathing heavily and slamming the tip of his cock against the back of Ben’s throat. He squeezed his eyes closed and hollowed his cheeks, burying his nose in the hair between the man’s legs. It was rough and while not particularly enjoyable Ben felt himself growing wet all the same as he drank in the sounds Bradley was making.

The man’s thrusts became fast and short, barely leaving his mouth as all as he got closer. Ben only had a moment’s warning, a slight tightening of Bradley’s balls as his fingers held them before he was cumming. His cock pulsed, spraying seed down his throat, forcing him to swallow it down as he continued to thrust further. The taste was sour and salty but he had no choice but to gulp it all down like a dying man did water; he could only imagine how pissed Bradley would be if there was any evidence of their little escapade. When he was finally done, he pulled his cock from Ben’s mouth with a pop. Ben was gasping; body a swirl of conflicting emotions. He tried very hard to focus on the soreness in his knees rather than the warmth between his thighs.

He gave Bradley what he hoped was a grateful look as he rose; as if what he had just done was some great honour.

“Doll, you’re something special.” Bradley smiled. “I think Silver Studios might be just the place for you.”

“You’ll cast me then?” Ben’s heart was racing again for entirely different reasons.

“I’ll certainly be showing your screen test to the director.” Bradley nodded, “I got him out of a sticky situation last year. He owes me. I look forward to seeing you around the lot again soon, Miss Goldwyn.”

~

Debasing himself was humiliating, but when the call back came two days later Ben couldn’t bring himself to feel bad. The Peg Entwhistle film was going ahead with Bradley as it’s main producer and James Hall as it’s director. Ben almost squealed with excitement. Hall was famous, he’d won two oscars for pictures in the last year alone! And now he was going to be the one directing his debut. They all gathered at the script reading and Ben felt hard eyes on him, none of the actors treated him with any warmth, nor did the director. By the time they’d gone through several scenes and called for lunch he was sure he could feel tension in the air, some unspoken animosity boiling around them all. Perhaps he had not made a good impression? He decided to take the initiative and corner James at the coffee table with his most charming smile.

“Hello, I just wanted to say I am so happy to be here. I am really excited to be making my debut with such a talent director.”

The man fixed him with a hard stare, lips curling in a sneer.

“You can put those away.” He thrust a chin forward and lowered his eyes to Ben’s chest.

Bradley had been kind enough to buy him a new outfit for the first day; a low cut blouse and skirt.

“E-excuse me?”

“This picture is serious. Meant to really bring attention to and criticize the Hollywood machine.” James elaborated, “It’s an important picture which should have everybody holding their breath. Now it’s being made into a vehicle for you. Some no talent hack who gave Bradley a quick fuck.”

Ben went pale.

“Oh?” James smiled cruelly, “Did you think that wouldn’t get out? His secretary is a massive gossip. We all know what you did to get this part. If it were up to me, I’d have a real actress standing before me right now but…thanks to that little DUI last year I owe Bradley and he says you’re the one. So here we are.”

“I…I have talent.” Ben said, but his voice was small, “Really I do, I’ll work so hard I just needed somebody to give me a break-“

“If you had talent,” James brushed past her, “Then somebody would have by now.”

Ben flinched as hot coffee spilled over his fingers as they closed tightly around the paper cup. No…this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. What if his entire legacy was tainted by that blow job, it wasn’t fair! Loads of women used the casting couch, why should he be thrown under the bus. He down the coffee, ignoring the burn against his tongue. There was only one thing for it. He would have to prove them all wrong. He paid close attention to every note and direction given during the reading; afterwards he attended the acting classes the studio provided its stars and the next day he did it all again. Like a sponge he soaked up every bit of information he could to improve his acting and made of show of taking the job incredibly seriously. He researched Entwhistle, found every photograph available and studied her face, even watched her tiny little part in her only film. He would make the whole world believe he was her; he’d blown them all away.

Gradually, his co-workers began to thaw, joking and talking to him between takes. He was still new blood, but at least he was slowly proving he wasn’t just a quick lay. James on the other hand was still cool; professional at all times, but never warm or friendly. He made it clear he thought Taylor Goldwyn was going to ruin his passion project and was doing his best to ensure things were over as quickly as possible so he could move on. His dream now soured and it was all Ben’s fault. It was the cloud to his silver lining but nothing was perfect he supposed. Once this film came out and all the reviews proved his snobby ass wrong he’d be begging for Taylor Goldwyn to be in his next film.

They had just wrapped up for the night; Ben had finished his classes and was about to head home. He was awaiting his bonus when the film did well so he could move out of that tiny apartment into a home more befitting a star.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The voice came from every direction somehow and was accompanied by a chill in the air that tousled his blonde locks. Somewhat nervously he glanced around, noting the sudden absence of…anybody. Even late in the evening there were people around, at the very least security. Yet all of a sudden, the area was a ghost town.

“Who’s there?”

“Me.”

Ben spun around wildly as hot breath danced across his ear, coming face to face with the charming horned man who had set this all in motion.

“You’re adjusting much faster than I assumed.” He chuckled, “Already got down on your knees.”

“I’m prepared to do what I have to.” Ben stuck out his chin defiantly. “When you lose this little bet in a years’ time. I want you to make sure my male self has just as much fame and fortune.”

“Oh, I will, if you win.” He smirked, walking around Ben, circling like a shark. “You recovered from that blow to your ego far too quickly, I think I need to stir the pot a bit more.”

“That was you!” Ben seethed, “You compelled that secretary to tell the whole studio what I’d done?”

“But of course, did you really think I wouldn’t weigh the dice in my favour?”

“That’s cheating.”

“Devil.” The man pointed to his horns as if to say ‘what do you expect?’.

Ben’s hands curled into fists, he should sock the guy right here and now. But even he knew punching the devil was likely a poor move.

“Yes, I think you actually enjoyed sucking dick, didn’t you?” The Devil concluded, “Why don’t we make that happen again and then some?”

Without another word he rushed forward and Ben flinched but there was no impact, only a wave of hot air that seemed to almost pass through him. He blinked in surprised, twisting this way and that to try and find the Devil again but found himself alone. What had he meant by all that? The heat from the air seemed to settle in his skin and Ben noticed a familiar feeling of arousal coiling in his gut. He swallowed, quashing the sensation before quickly making his way home. Trying very hard not to notice how wet he was all of sudden.