Fish Out Of Water

by Jennifer White

 

Chris was very excited. Nothing like this had ever happened to him in his life. He had moved out to L.A. so he could get into the movies, but with thousands of better looking men than him waiting in line, he never got more than a role as an extra in the background. By now, he had all but given up on working in the film industry.

But his luck was turning. On a whim, he had put in an application for one of those "reality TV" shows, which were about as far from reality as you could get! But being a contestant meant that you'd get your face on national TV, and there might even be a chance to build a career from it, as several people had done.

So when he got the phone call telling him that he was going to be on the show, he was overjoyed. He went down to the studio, to fill out the release forms, and to meet the show's producer, Josh Silverman. He was a legend, and Chris felt that it would be a privilege to work with him.

"Now as you know," said Mr. Silverman, "one of the best devices we use in Reality TV, is a 'fish out of water' scenario. Amish living in the city. Paris Hilton living on a farm. City folk on a desert island. Put someone in a situation they are not familiar with, and you can bring out some of the best drama that humanity has to offer."

Chris nodded his head. He had seen all the shows that Mr. Silverman was referring to.

"But the most fun for the viewer of course, is that they get to see the contestants as they are thrown into their situation. I think it is the most exciting when the audience knows what is coming, but the contestants don't. That way, the viewers feel that they are smarter than the contestants, which makes them want to watch even more."

"I see" said Chris.

"Good. So for that reason, we aren't going to tell you today exactly what sort of situation we are putting you into. All you will know is what time to arrive, and we will begin. I will tell you that your situation will involve putting several contestants together, living in a house, trying to earn a living. But other than that, you won't know anything until you experience it. Can you live with that?"

"Sure!" said Chris, eager to be on the show. It sounded like standard reality TV to him. No problem.

"Very good. Then sign these final five forms, releasing myself, the network, the other contestants, and so forth, from any liability. We can't have you turning around and suing us if you break a leg or something."

"Break a leg. I get it" said Chris, catching on to the old acting joke.

The two men laughed, as Chris signed the last of the forms.

"There, we're lawsuit-proof now" said Mr. Silverman, as he put the forms away in his briefcase. "Be here at the studio, 8:00am sharp, on Monday."

"I'll be here at seven" said Chris, as he shook hands and left Mr. Silverman's office. He was so excited. This was his big break, which would propel him on to stardom!

 

* * *

 

Chris showed up at 7:00 on Monday, just as he had promised. He was shown in, and seated by himself in an office. He read a couple of magazines while he waited, until at 8:00 a young woman showed up with the crew.

"My name is Elana" she said. "I am the head of the camera crew. For the next few weeks, we will be filming your every move. Your every breath. We will film you when you're awake, when you're asleep, when you're watching, and when you're not. But don't worry, after a while, you won't even notice us anymore. There are hidden cameras too, but you won't have to worry about those either. Are you ready to start?"

"Sure. Lets get this thing going!" said Chris.

"Very good" said Elana, smiling.

Chris surveyed the camera crew. He noticed something strange: every one of them was a woman. This was an industry where men tended to have most of the jobs. He thought it very progressive of Mr. Silverman to have hired an all-female camera crew, but he gave it very little thought. He was too focused on the excitement over his new career-to-be.

 

"Lets get you started" said Elana. We'll just film you, and in a few moments you'll meet Gisele. She is the director, and will be working with you and the other contestants on a day-to-day basis."

"Sounds god" said Chris, who was somewhat nervous as all the lights came on, and he was being filmed by four cameras at once.

"Now you'll really notice us all at first. But over time, we'll just blend into the background. It is best to pretend we're not even here, but I know that will be hard at first. Why don't you go back to reading your magazine, and we'll wait for Gisele to arrive."

"Okay" said Chris, who started to read nervously. It was hard to concentrate on the magazine, and not look up at the cameras. He felt very self-conscious about having so many cameras looking at him, all at once! He would glance up at them from time to time, or at Elana, who would give him a reassuring smile.

Finally, after some time, Gisele herself finally arrived. She was a rea knockout! She was tall, thin, and had beautiful long red hair. Although thin, she was hardly scrawny. She looked powerful, confident, sexy and intimidating. She wore a gray business suit with a skirt, along with black high heel shoes. She smelled wonderfully. Chris looked forward to working with her on a day-to-day basis!

"Hello Chris, I'm Gisele" she said.

"Nice to meet you" he said, standing up, and extending his hand to shake hers. It dawned on him that as he had been eyeing her up and down, he was being filmed. He blushed a little at the thought. Maybe they wouldn't show that part.

"I'm sure you have many questions, and I'm sure you're eager to get started, so why don't you follow me" she said.

Chris followed her out the door, trailed by the film crew. Along the hall at strategic points, there were other cameras, so his every move would be caught on film. Soon, the arrived in another room, with comfortable couches to sit on. Gisele motioned for him to sit, and then she gracefully sat, placing herself close enough to him that he could feel the heat from her body. Chris's heart beat faster. He noticed the pearl ear rings in her ears, the subtle makeup on her face, and all the little details about her. Up close, she was just as alluring and attractive as from afar.

"Now to get things started, we need you to agree to something that sounds strange" she said.

"What's that?" replied Chris.

"Take these two pills. They will make you go to sleep. We are going to move you to a location, which you cannot know about. We don't want you to know if you got there by car, bus, train, or airplane. Take these, and when you wake up, the real fun will begin. You will be in our secret location, and you'll be a real fish out of water. That's all I can tell you. The rest needs to be a surprise."

"Okay" he said, taking the two white pills from her. He swallowed them with a glass of water she handed him.

"I need to go prepare the next contestant" she said. "In about ten minutes, you will fall into a gentle sleep. And when you wake up, your series of challenges will start."

"Good-bye" said Chris.

"Bye-bye" responded Gisele, winking at him over her shoulder as she headed out the door. She turned, and her hair flew behind her and her skirt twirled in the air. Chris was breathless. What a beauty! Only here in Hollywood did women like that seem to grow on trees.

Knowing he was about to fall asleep, he sat back on the couch. And just as Gisele had said, he soon started to feel himself get very tired. He laid down. Minutes later, he was in a deep drug induced sleep.

 

* * *

 

Chris woke up laying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar bedroom. He was very groggy, and could barely move. He was still viewing the world as if through a veil of fog, which was gently lifting. He felt almost numb, but he could feel himself coming to, bit by bit.

He looked up to see that Gisele was there. So was the camera crew. He was being filmed, even as he started to snap out of his unconsciousness.

"The military invented a device" said Gisele, "to allow very important people to be hidden, in the case of an emergency. It would allow the President to hide as an ordinary citizen, out of harms way for example. And it would provide a perfect double for the person in danger. The public would never suspect that the man speaking on TV wasn't really the President, just a perfect double."

Chris heard the words, but he didn't understand how they applied to him.

"When you went to sleep, you were taken to the lab, and we used the device on you. You are no longer Chris. You have been put into a new body, which you will reside in for the next few weeks. Are you ready to see yourself?"

Not himself? Swapped into another body? Chris felt a surge of fear course through his veins. Was that really possible? How could they do that!

"Take a look at the new you" said Gisele, holding up a three foot poster, with the picture of a gorgeous woman on it. She had long hair. She was sexy. She had large breasts, alluring curves, long legs and everything. A real hottie. Someone who could be a swimsuit model. That couldn't be him! No!

He touched his face. His hand met an unfamiliar softness to his skin, and brushed against....long blond hair. No. It couldn't be! He looked at his hands. They were small now, tiny. They were not his hands! They were the hands of a girl.

"Oh no..." said Chris.

He was shocked to hear the voice coming out of his mouth. Gone was his deep baritone, replaced by a delicate soft alto voice. A *woman's* voice. He felt overcome with a sense of panic. He reached down to the covers, and ripped them off as he sat up.

The first thing he felt was his breasts jiggling on his chest, from the sudden motion. He was wearing a pink nightie, that came down just barely low enough to hide his crotch. His hands went right for his breasts, cupping them and feeling their weight. He couldn't have breasts! No!

"What have you done to me!" he screeched.

He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He was *so* upset. This was so wrong. How could they have made him into a girl! Oh god, this was terrible. No! He couldn't be a girl! He reached down between his legs, and felt the flatness there, inside the silky panties he was wearing. There was no bulge there anymore. He *was* a girl.

 

"Your name is Vanessa now" said Gisele. "And you are a girl!"

"No!!!" wailed Chris. This isn't what he signed up for.

"You are one of four men who have been body swapped with a beautiful woman. You will live together in this house, along with one real woman, and compete with each other for the grand prize of one million dollars!"

Chris looked up. One million dollars? That was a lot of money, but not enough to make it worth becoming a woman! He wanted to be himself. He wanted to get back. He needed to get back to his own self!

"And while you live as Vanessa, she has entered your old body, and is now Chris. She will compete with the other women in the men's bodies, for their prize of one million dollars too!"

Chris wondered how much the real Vanessa must hate being him. He didn't even really like being him! She must be feeling even worse than he was at the moment.

"You will not be allowed to leave the house until the game is over" said Gisele. "However, one day, a week from now, you will meet Chris, and he will meet you, so you can see your old selves as others see them."

Now Chris was crying. He was a woman now. He was Vanessa. And everything he did was caught on film. They were taping him crying right now. How could he be a woman! This was the worst day in his life. He wanted to crawl into a corner and die. He was trapped in a woman's body for the next few weeks, and trapped in a stupid TV show. There was nothing he could do now but play along with their stupid game. He felt completely powerless and weak.

"We will be filming your every move" said Gisele, "but don't worry. Anything more than G rated will get 'pixelated', so you don't have to worry if we catch you in naked. That won't make it on prime time TV."

Chris was *never* going to let them catch him naked! Not in this body!

 

"You may not realize it" said Gisele, "but it is nearly dinner time. Your first challenge is to prepare yourself. You need to shower, do your hair, your makeup, and dress up in something formal for dinner. You have sixty minutes. Points will be awarded based on how long it takes you. You will also be judged on how good of a job you do. Now go!"

 

Chris was stunned. He was just getting his mind around the notion that he had been transformed into a beautiful woman named Vanessa. And now, he needed to dress up for dinner. He had seen his girlfriends get dressed to go out, but he didn't know anything about makeup! He went into the bathroom, and showered. And even now, the cameras were focused on him.

In the shower, he washed his hair. It was long, and he wasn't used having *that* much hair to wash. He rubbed his body with a washcloth covered in soap. He could not believe how soft and smooth his skin was now. And touching himself in places like his breasts and between his legs sent one unfamiliar sensation after the next into his brain. Not that they were unpleasant, but they were shockingly different. He wanted to feel his manhood when he reached down between his legs!

But there was no time to explore this new body; time was running out. He rinsed off the soap and the shampoo from his hair. He remembered that his girlfriends had almost always used conditioner when they washed their hair, so he applied some, then rinsed it out too.

Chris dried off with a towel, but his hair kept dripping on him, no matter how much he tried to dry it off. He didn't want to just muss it up with the towel; it was so long that he knew it would be difficult to comb out. So he left it as it was, and went into the bedroom. He could feel the wetness of his hair on his back.

Chris looked through the dresser drawers, and found the underwear. He was used to wearing boxers, but all that was available here were panties. It pained him to pull out a pair of pink panties, and put them on. The other side of the drawer held bras. He picked the first one he found, a white one with lots of lace. He put his arms into the loops of the straps, and reached behind him to close it. How did women do it? It was really hard to get the little thingies into the loops. When he finally got one in, the next one was easier. He noticed that some of his long hair in back was trapped behind the bra strap as it closed. He had to reach behind and pull it out, without pulling on his hair. Ouch! Then when he went to fasten the third clasp thingie on the bra, but there was nowhere to attach it to.

Dang! He had put the first one onto the wrong row! Now he had to get it off. It was proving difficult, so he suddenly had an idea. He squirmed his arms and shoulders out of the loops from the straps, and spun the whole bra around backwards. Now it was easy to undo it, and to line it up right. Then he spun it around again, and pulled his arms into the straps. That was certainly easier, but he wondered if women really did it that way.

He could feel the straps pulling on his shoulders, supporting the weight of his large breasts. He looked in the mirror, and still could not believe that the gorgeous woman staring back at him was actually himself! He looked pretty, but he also looked disheveled. His back felt clammy, from the damp hair hanging there. His long hair was also getting his bra a little wet.

Suddenly, he remembered how some of his girlfriends used to wrap their hair up in a towel, sort of like a turban, as they went around after showering. He went back to the bathroom, and put his hair up in the towel. It took him three tries to get it to stay up there. But now that it was, he realized it would make things a whole lot easier on him.

Now what to do next? Makeup? Get dressed? Do his hair? He decided to get dressed. He went to the walk in closet, and he was stunned at the multitude of clothes and shoes. There was everything! Dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, jeans, shoes, boots, coats, jackets, slips, corsets....you name it, it was in there. He had to pick out something dressy for dinner. He always liked it when women wore little black dresses. So he looked until he found one, and grabbed it off the rack.

Chris put the dress on, and had to reach around back to fasten it. He looked at himself in the mirror. Even being a man, he realized it would not do at all. You could see too much of his white bra underneath, and it was so short that it barely covered his panties. No way would he wear something with a skirt that short!

He took it off, and looked again. There were so many choices! It was hard to think right now, let alone think logically. He grabbed a black turtleneck sweater, and a black skirt that looked longer. That would cover him up more at least. He stepped into the skirt, and was puzzled that it appeared that if you put the label in the back, the zipper would be on the side. Was that right? Didn't the zipper belong in the front? Oh well, he didn't have time to think. It was on, and it covered him up.

Then he went to put on the turtleneck. He was trying to get it over his head, when he realized that would be an impossible task with the towel still on his head! He had to take the towel off, and thankfully his hair was quite a bit dryer now, after the towel absorbed more of it off his hair. Now it was merely damp.

He put on the turtleneck, and looked in the mirror. The sweater was tight, and you could really see his large breasts. That felt so awful, having breasts like that! It made him blush right away. He didn't want the things that turned him on to be on his body!

But with all that back, his legs looked way too white sticking out the bottom. He loved it when his girlfriend wore dark pantyhose, so he decided to put a pair of them on. He dug through the dresser, and found a pair. But then he realized, he needed to take his skirt off to put them on. Dang it!

Once the skirt was off, he pulled the pantyhose on. As he was tugging at the top of them, he heard a disturbing sound: a rip. He looked down, and found that he had caused them to run. Fortunately, it was above his knee, so the skirt would cover the run. He would have to be more careful next time. He put the skirt back on the same way, with the zipper on the side. Maybe it went behind? He wasn't sure. There were no pockets, so he didn't know how the stupid thing was supposed to line up.

Now back to the bathroom to do his hair. He took out the blow dryer, and went to work on his hair with it and a brush. He had never used one before, and had no idea what he was doing, so his long hair was flying in every-which direction. It looked terrible. He brushed it, but that didn't help much. There was a bottle of hair spray there, so he tried that, but it made it very hard to comb. Oh well, he would have a bad hair day. There wasn't time to get undressed and wash it again. He didn't want to be late, and lose points in the first contest. If he was stuck as a girl, at least he would try to win the million dollars. He suddenly decided to try one more thing: he pulled all his long hair back tight, and put one of those rubber band type things around it in back. There, now it was out of the way, and didn't look so bad.

Next, he went back to the walk-in closet to look for shoes. There were literally a hundred to choose from! He had no idea there were so many kinds of shoes for women. Not knowing what to pick, he just grabbed something that looked sexy to him. They were black, with long thin high heels, and an open toe. He put them on, and had to hold the wall to walk because he was teetering so much. He didn't even have the balance down for his new body yet, let alone the skills to walk in heels. And his ankles felt like they would fold over on themselves as he tried to keep his balance.

By the time he sat down to do his makeup, he realized he couldn't wear those shoes. So it was back to the closet. He needed something with less heel, and more support. There was a pair of black vinyl boots, which he decided would support his wobbly ankles better. It was a little bit of a pain to force his lower leg down into them, but after he zipped them up, they were a little easier to walk in. They still had a heel, and he still had some learning to do.

Back to the makeup table. What to do now? There were a zillion little tubes, creams, lotions, powders with cute little names like "Chick Flick Cherry" and "Sassy Cinnamon". Okay, think! He knew what lipstick was. And he knew that his girlfriends liked to put mascara on their eyelashes. So he found those tubes, and put them aside. What else? Girls put some sort of powder on their eyelids, didn't they? And on their cheeks? He found a little thing that had a brush along with two colors of powder: a silver-blue and a pinkish one.

He had no idea what to do with it. He put the little brush into the blue powder, and dragged the brush across the middle his eyelid. Then he tried it on the other eyelid. It looked terrible, so he decided just to do without it. He took a cloth, and tried to rub it off. But it had the effect of spreading the powder out further, across both eyelids. Instead of having a dark stripe down the middle, he now had a soft shimmer on each eyelid. He decided that it didn't look bad, so he left it.

Now he put on mascara. He had seen his girlfriend do that, and it looked real easy. But to get it on without making it clump up turned out to be hard. He wasn't very happy about how it looked, but he knew he was running out of time. So he tried on his cheeks what he did on his eyelids: he put a streak of reddish powder across his cheekbones, and used the soft cloth to blend it in a bit. It didn't look as good as his girlfriend would have been able to do, but it didn't look terrible to him.

Then he opened a tube of lipstick and put that on. It looked uneven in the mirror, so he put on even more. Some of the lipstick got off his lips, and onto his skin, so he took the soft cloth, wiped it off, along with his lips a little bit. It looked too thick to him. But now it wasn't so bad. He had no idea if the color matched or what, but he was all in a panic.

As a last touch, he sprayed on some perfume, then went to take a look in the full length mirror. He looked like a hot, sexy woman, and that made his knees just melt. He wanted to cry again now. And then he noticed the clock: he was late! No! He didn't want to get off to a bad start in the game, and lose the first round!

Before he left the room, he thought to do one more thing: every single one of the women he had ever dated would never leave without grabbing their purses. A purse laid on the dresser, so he took it, and threw it over his shoulder. Maybe that would help make up for being late. He hurried downstairs, where everyone else was waiting.

The other men who had been transformed into women were all smirking. He was late, and they knew that he would lose the first round. Gisele told them to all stand in a line.

"Girls, this is Shanna. She is the real woman who will be living with you. She will judge you now, so we can determine the winner."

Shanna went to the first woman in the line, a leggy blonde.

"What is your name?" she said.

"Deb" she replied, with her head down. She was also ashamed of being transformed, and felt very embarrassed.

"Well Deb, your hair is a mess. Your makeup is overly heavy. Your clothes don't match, and you don't wear fishnet stockings with open toed shoes."

Deb's head sunk further down. Shanna moved on to the next girl.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Kate" said the pencil thin brunette.

"Well Kate, your hair is also a mess. Don't you know what a brush is? You dressed like you are a call girl, which is totally inappropriate for a dinner party. And you have way too much makeup on, adding to your hooker look."

Now she moved on to the next girl, as Kate put her head down.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"June" said the perky blonde.

"Well June, lets see. You didn't put *any* makeup on. Your hair isn't bad, but you chose a dress that looks like you're going to the prom, or you're a bridesmaid."

"I thought it looked formal" she said defensively.

"And you are wearing pink shoes with a forest green dress. Your color coordination will need some work."

June put her head down, as Shanna moved to the last woman, Chris.

"And what is your name now?" she said.

"Vanessa" said Chris. How awful it was to have to say that!

"Well Vanessa, to start with, you're the only girl here who grabbed her purse. I like your outfit in general, but it is a little more casual that it should be for a formal dinner. I like the simplicity of your hair, but your makeup skills are lacking. But you erred with too little, rather than too much, which is the right thing to do. But you were ten minutes late."

Chris's heart started to beat faster, and he started to blush. He was late. He blew it. She liked how he dressed, but he was about to lose, because he didn't watch the clock close enough.

"When you were men, how many of you dated women?" asked Shanna. All four of the contestants raised their hands.

"And how often was your woman ready too early?"

No hands went up.

"And were they often late getting ready, while you waited impatiently?"

All the hands went back up.

"Vanessa wasn't late. She was acting like a real woman. Vanessa: you win round one, and earn 10 bonus points!"

The three other girls looked heartbroken. All were frazzled from the arduous task of trying to get ready as a woman for the first time. They all thought they were going to win, but they had lost to Vanessa, who was late! Their resentment to her started to build already.

"She was probably a cross-dresser" whispered June, into Kate's ear. She forgot the powerful microphone pointed at her. Her words would be captured for the cameras.

"All right girls!" said Gisele. "Time for dinner. After you all have a four course meal prepared by a famous chef, your education will begin. You will learn how to do your hair, your makeup, and your clothes. Then tomorrow, we start the next challenge."

Chris sat down at the dinner table as a woman for the first time. He had no appetite at all. He felt sick about all that had happened to him. He didn't want to be a woman! But at least he was in the same boat as the other three 'girls'. He tried to talk to them, but they seemed cool towards him. They were jealous that he had won the first round. But there would be many more challenges ahead....

 

* * *

 

The next day, the girls were all loaded into a van which had no windows. After driving for an hour, they were unloaded at the back of a large building that looked like a movie sound stage. Inside, they found a runway set up, like models used for fashion shows.

"Today, you will all participate in a show as swimsuit models" said Gisele, drawing gasps from the girls. "You will be pampered by professionals for the next few hours. Your hair will be done by top flight stylists who the stars use. A professional makeup artist will do your face. You will be dressed up in the latest, most fashionable swimsuits. Then you will go out on the runway

Chris was struggling within himself still, to be used to the fact that he had been transformed into a beautiful woman. Now, he was going to have to parade around in public, in a swimsuit! Or he'd risk not having a shot at the one million dollar prize. He sighed softly. He was going to have to do this. He had no choice.

 

Trying to get himself ready in an hour had been a challenge the previous night. But now was something completely different, yet extraordinarily frightening; he was to be pampered and professionally made up to look as beautiful as possible. He was led to the back, where a spa was set up for the models.

First, he was bathed in a bath with rose scented oils, and told to shave them, along with his armpits. It felt weird to use a pink shaver, and to be pulling it up along his legs! It still felt so strange to not have body hair, let alone to be so soft and smooth.

Now he was led away wearing just a bathrobe (his long hair wrapped up in a towel), and taken to the next room for his bikini wax. Ouch! It smarted! The camera was focused on his face as the wax was peeled off his skin. It was very intimidating to look down and see his crotch, with just the little neat rectangle of hair there, instead of the triangle he was used to.

Next, he was led to a room where a professional stylist went to work on his long tresses.

"Your hair is so pretty" she said. "Most women would kill for hair like this. You are a very lucky girl."

Chris didn't feel lucky, being a girl.

When his hair was done, it looked so full, so pretty, that it was breathtaking. He had tried to notice all she had done, but it was hard to follow. He'd never get his hair to look like that on his own. But he didn't have time to contemplate that for long, because next he was taken to a professional makeup artist, who went to work on his face. She picked colors, and started to apply foundation, then one cosmetic after the next.

Chris was amazed at the effect they had on his face. She was able to make his eyes look so much wider and prettier, and give him a sexy allure well beyond what his face had in it's plain state. For the first time in his life, he understood why some women insisted on wearing makeup all the time. He was pretty without it, but with properly applied makeup, he was stunning. He could not believe the difference.

He just stood there as she used the latest in cosmetics, a spray for the legs to airbrush them, and hide any flaws. The few little dark freckles disappeared under a smooth even coat of color, along with the veins near the ankle. His legs looked perfect now. Wow.

His nails were professionally shaped and painted a hot pink color, along with his toes. In a way it felt good to have everyone making such a fuss over him. But it also felt intimidating, because he was a woman now, and they were doing things to make him even prettier. It was thrilling and scary all at once, and he didn't know if he could handle it.

He was now led down the hall to the dressing room, where the bright yellow two-piece bikini was placed onto his body, and expertly tied in back by the fashion coordinator for the show. She then wrapped a matching yellow scarf thing around his waist.

"When you get to the end of the runway, pull on this and it will come off. Waive it in the air, turn around, and return to the back of the stage. Can you remember that?"

"Yes" said Chris, still somewhat shocked to hear his new "Vanessa voice" as he spoke.

Now he was given a pair of yellow high heel shoes.

"Practice walking in these for the next half hour, until it is time for your appearance on the runway" said the woman. With that, she left.

Chris stood up, holding his arms out to keep his balance. How did women look so graceful in these things? He had spent some time the previous day with heels, so it wasn't as bad this time (although the muscles in the back of his legs still ached from that). But after half an hour, he was even getting good at spinning around, like he would do at the end of the runway.

 

"Vanessa, two minutes!" called an assistant, who led Chris down the hall, and into position behind the curtain. The others were there too, all equally stunning in their swimsuits. Chris noticed that only Kate had bigger boobs than he did, so he would have a natural advantage. Only June had as long of legs as he did, so that was in his favor too. But the other girls seemed to have prettier faces, or longer fuller hair, or better curves. He almost felt jealous of them.

Jealous? No! He tried to clear his head of that thought. All the female hormones circulating in his bloodstream had to be having some effect on him. But he went into denial, thinking that they would never change him and how he felt inside. He brushed aside what he had just thought, and readied himself for the swimsuit competition.

 

When his name was called, he strode down the runway as gracefully as he could manage. He tried to smile, as everyone had been telling him to do all day. The lights were blinding, and cameras flashed everywhere. He got to the end, pulled off the wrap from his waist, held it up in the air, and spun around like he had been practicing.

The crowd went wild applauding. He smiled broadly as he walked back off the runway, and back behind the curtain. It was unbelievable. Hours and hours of preparations for what, sixty seconds? It seemed almost silly that it took a full morning to prepare for such a short showing. He was gaining a greater and greater appreciation for women, and all that they had to go through each day.

 

Based on the film of each of the girls, Shanna rated them on various aspects. Some were too clumsy looking, some looked uncomfortable. Some didn't smile, while others had really fake looking smiles on their faces. Deb blinked too much with the flashing of lights, while June almost stumbled at the end of the runway. In the end, it was judged that Vanessa was the best looking in her swimsuit, June the most graceful, and they were to split the 20 points between themselves.

"No" said Chris. "Come on. Kate looks a lot better in her swimsuit than I do. She deserves the points, not me."

"Thirty bonus points for Vanessa!" announced Gisele. "She has shown a selflessness that women have for each other, whereas men don't. Congratulations Vanessa, you're more of a woman inside than the others are already."

Chris didn't like to be congratulated because of that! He felt a twitch in his crotch. More of a woman inside? Was he really changing already? Would he change more over time? It was terrible to think about! He moped the whole ride back to the house.

 

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"I have some bad news" said Gisele the next morning, as the girls got up for breakfast.

"What's that?" asked Shanna.

"It's the network. You see, our first episode had a great rating. But episode 2 plummeted. I'm sorry, but we've been canceled."

"Aw!!!" said some, but Chris was all smiles. It was all over! He was going to be able to go back to who he really was!

"I have to go to New York today to evaluate a concept for another show" said Gisele. "It has been nice knowing each and every one of you. Come on Elana, they need the cameras back at the studio by noon."

"Where do we go to change back to our old selves?" asked Kate.

"I'm sorry honey, but when they cut us, they cut our funding. We can't afford to change you back."

"You mean we're stuck like this?" said Deb.

"I'm afraid so. But look at the bright side. You are all beautiful women, who have had national exposure on prime time television. I'm sure you'll be happy with whatever career you choose for yourselves. I'm late. Ta-ta!"

Gisele hurried out the door, followed by Elana and the camera crew. They were all gone. Deb, Kate, June and Vanessa were stuck now, as woman.

"It's not so bad being a woman" said Shanna. "I think that in time, you'll come to like it."

"No!!!" wailed Kate. "I hate this! I have to go back!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you" said Shanna. "At least I was born this way. *I* like it. Maybe in time, you will too."

Deb started to cry. June broke down too. They hugged each other as their tears flowed.

"I'm a woman now" said Chris, stunned.

He was a beautiful woman. He was Vanessa. And now, he was stuck that way forever. The room seemed to spin, as the realization swept over him. He would *never* go back. He would always be Vanessa. And he had already noticed changes inside him. He could see it in the others too.

"We're all changing, inside" he said. "Look at how you're acting. I think we're becoming women on the inside too."

"I'll never think and act like a woman!" said Kate, putting her hands on her hips.

It dawned on her what she had just done, and she realized it was true. The female hormones were working on their brains, slowly converting them. Soon, they would all *think* and *feel* like women.

"You mean...." said Deb.

"I mean once we're completely converted, we'll be women in every way inside" said Chris.

"It will be wonderful" said Shanna. "Once you're really women inside, life is good. You'll all find yourselves boyfriends, and...."

"No!!!! said June. "I'll never be with a guy!"

"That's what I thought when I was a little girl" said Shanna. "But let the estrogen work its wonders on you, and one day soon, you'll find yourself craving a man, and wanting to have a baby."

She smiled, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door, leaving the others to contemplate their futures. Chris was stuck as Vanessa now. He was becoming a woman inside. And there was nothing he could do about it. It was his new life. He picked up his purse, took a step out the door, and breathed the fresh air as he wondered where his new female life would lead him.....

  

  

  

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