The next few days of week four fell into a normal pattern.

In the morning, Chris would wake up (on time) using his pink phone. He’d cough and clear his throat from the vapors of the air freshener coating his mouth before taking a long drink of pink water to combat his morning vertigo. His vertigo now mimicked the swirling pattern from Doctor Sapphire’s goggles. He’d exit his bed and get ready for the day, which included checking his nail polish to ensure it was up to Miss Valentine’s satisfaction and reapplying it as needed. As he was out of black polish, Chris had to switch to the next color, purple, midway through the week. It was visibly more feminine than the black polish, but he didn’t have any other option. He also noticed his nails had gotten longer and his hands softer.

He found that he only needed to shave one time during the week, but he simulated doing it each day regardless. Once his face was free of hair, he would thoroughly clean and apply his daily moisturizer. He then sprayed Doctor Sapphire’s throat spray and held it in his mouth for thirty seconds. After the bathroom activities were done, he’d spend a few minutes picking up his bedroom before getting dressed in whatever workout clothing Miss Valentine had given him, namely yoga pants, short shorts, and tiny t-shirts. There were a few days he considered going naked but relented and wore whatever clothing she brought for him. They were clearly women’s clothing and did not fit Chris very well, but he figured there was only Miss Valentine to judge him, so what was the harm? He would eat his light breakfast and pills, then begin his exercises, which consisted exclusively of core and leg workouts. As usual, upper body and strength-building exercises were nowhere to be found.

After the workout, Chris would drink his slimy, salty shake and take a shower using Miss Valentine’s products. He didn’t mind the aftertaste of the shake or the smell of the cleaning products anymore; in fact, he preferred them. There was something about the slightly acrid smell that had grown on him immensely. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but squirting Miss Valentine’s shampoo, conditioner, and soap on his body made him feel a little better.

After the shower, Chris would apply some makeup and wear one of Miss Valentine’s outfits. Again, they were women’s clothing and didn’t fit perfectly, but Chris preferred them to going naked. He would then watch ‘The Bachelor’ while wearing his flowery headphones but fall asleep after an episode or two. Each day he woke up coughing from the air freshener in a puddle of sweat with weird, swirling dreams flashing through his head. But, like any dream, the memory of them would soon fade. What didn’t fade, however, was his knowledge of the show. He’d become a secret superfan of ‘The Bachelor’ just like he had with ‘The Bachelorette,’ ‘Sex and the City,’ and ‘Desperate Housewives.’

After dark, Chris would groggily enter the kitchen behind Miss Valentine while sucking down a bottle of sweet water. He would eat his sparse dinner and nighttime pills, then head upstairs to get ready for bed, which included his nightly skincare routine, throat spray, and makeup removal. Chris then spent time lying in bed and playing games on his cell phone, particularly ‘Hunk Dating Sim.’ There was something about it that felt almost hypnotic, and he found himself losing chunks of time while staring at the masculine bodies of the hunks. Chris would then pass out.

Throughout the week, Chris’ voice issues did not improve. In fact, by the weekend he couldn’t control the squeakiness, and almost all of his words were in a higher register. He followed Doctor Sapphire’s recommendation to the letter and did not clear his throat from either the throat spray or the air fresheners with the hopes that the medication, given enough time, would loosen up his vocal cords. By Saturday night, Chris noticed that not only was his voice in a higher register, but his natural deep timbre and harshness came out softer and lighter. He told himself that he would discontinue the spray if he didn’t see any improvement by Monday.

There was another development that Chris noticed when applying his makeup on Friday. His eyes, which had always been blue, appeared to have green dots in them. He figured he must have been seeing things, but the dots were still present and even bigger by the time he was removing the makeup. On Saturday morning, green comprised the majority of his eyes, and by Saturday night Chris’ eyes were officially green with a smattering of blue dots still holding out. Chris was absolutely horrified by this development and complained to Miss Valentine. She didn’t seem as shocked or worried but agreed to have Doctor Sapphire come check it out on Monday. Chris also wanted to talk to Doctor Sapphire about the throat spray. He sincerely hoped the problem was on the verge of being resolved. Seeing as how he couldn’t do anything about his eyes or voice, he placed his faith in Doctor Sapphire’s large caboose.

Chris set his alarm early on Saturday night for Sunday. He was going to get up at 7:30. That would give him plenty of time to walk to both the clothing store for some outfits and the Apple Store for a new cell phone before Sylvie arrived. He didn’t want to keep wearing Miss Valentine’s female clothing!

With that, Chris laid his head down on Saturday night and dreamed of hairy men.

Chris awoke to his alarm and swallowed a mouthful of pink water before hopping out of bed. He traversed through a mist of perfumed air to the bathroom and started his daily routine.

He examined his nearly hairless torso while brushing his teeth. He was even skinnier and weaker-looking than last week! But this time it didn’t just look like he was fragile and thin; it somehow seemed like he had ALWAYS been this way. It may have just been the way he carried himself, but Chris’ frame and posture just oozed...nervousness. He gave off real ‘frightened rabbit’ or ‘scared gazelle’ vibes.

He couldn’t imagine himself getting any thinner. With the voice in his head gently assuaging his fears and convincing him everything was normal, Chris felt a swell of pride. He proved he could do this. Any prosthetic that needed to be attached would fit without a problem. He was ready for this role! He just had to get his hands on the script to start studying. Now that he had the ideal body type, he just needed to maintain it for the next few months and learn his lines. Chris figured the hardest part was already behind him.

He touched up his purple nails and made a mental note to buy some new black polish while he was out. His soft hands were completely callus-free.

Chris ran his hands through his beyond-chin-length, silky brunette hair. He secured a clump of it behind his head in a pseudo man-bun and examined his face. He'd looked like a thirty-something-year-old last week, but the creams and supplements had transformed his face to look even younger! He couldn’t believe it, but he could easily pass for a man in his mid to late twenties. His jawline looked rounded, his cheeks looked supple and full, and all traces of wrinkles and signs of age had completely evaporated. With his green eyes, Chris barely recognized the face in the mirror as his own.

Chris combed his hair, moisturized his face, and sprayed his throat. He felt the tiniest amount of tightening. It was nothing like the tightening at the beginning of the week, so Chris was hopeful that the process was about to start reversing. Either way, the mist coated the back of his throat, and he left it there to do its thing.

Back in his bedroom, he slipped on the last outfit Miss Valentine had given him.

The shorts covered his lower thigh and left room for his skinny legs to breathe. His bony butt and straight hips had little room, but the shorts were pretty small. He was surprised Miss Valentine could fit her muscular lower body in them. As he wasn’t planning to do any physical activity, Chris opted to skip the provided boy shorts and go commando.

The shirt was a little too small and left the tiniest strip of skin showing all the way around. The sleeves were also a little short, and his bony, pale arms were visible.

Chris slipped on his tennis shoes and socks before making his way down the stairs. He checked his cell phone and saw it was still before 8:30. He had to get a move on! He ran to the kitchen and shoveled a few egg whites into his mouth and swallowed his pills. He then made his way through the foyer.

Pulling open the door, Chris stopped dead in his tracks. A nervous man stood on his porch.

Sal squinted his eyes and looked Chris up and down before speaking, “Uhm, hello, young man. Is Mr. Evans here?”

Chris blinked a few times and then grew a toothy smile. His high octave voice was nearly void of masculine pitch, and he spoke to his long-time partner excitedly, “I’m definitely getting an Oscar if you can’t even recognize me, Sal.”

The realization struck Sal, and his mouth hung open. “Ch-Chris?” His eyes shot all over his client’s face and body before he continued, “How is this—how is this possible?”

Chris opened the door and motioned for Sal to enter. He did so in awe, still unable to believe his eyes.

Stepping into the foyer, Sal furrowed his nose. “What’s that smell? It’s like the perfume from hell.”

Chris glanced around and watched as the foyer air freshener sprayed off another misty cloud. He barely registered the smell any longer. He spoke in an airy squeak, “You should smell it when the air fresheners aren’t working. I don’t usually have time to clean up.”

Sal poked his head in the living room and turned back to Chris, still furrowing his nose, “I can see that, kid. This place is a sty. The couch looks like a crusty mess! Have you been fornicating on that thing or what?”

Chris suddenly felt self-conscious about the cleanliness of his house. He shook it off, scratched his head, and chuckled while answering, “Something like that.”

Sal turned towards Chris once again and spoke with curiosity in his voice, “Alright, tell me everything.”

Chris and Sal sat at the kitchen table to catch up with one another. Sal had a flurry of questions to begin with. First and foremost: Chris’ voice. Chris explained it was a side effect of the supplements, training, and stress, but it was being dealt with by a doctor. Sal seemed to believe Chris with almost no follow-up questions or fuss of any kind. Chris told Sal about Doctor Sapphire, Miss Valentine, and Sylvie. Sal inquired about their physical qualities and joked with Chris about having sex with them. When Chris proudly confirmed he had exchanged oral pleasantries with two of them, Sal rolled his eyes and confirmed that Chris ‘hadn’t changed one bit.’ Sal also requested all the details. Chris changed the story here and there, especially with Miss Valentine, to make himself sound less...pathetic.

Once Chris’ sexual prowess was re-confirmed, Sal asked specifically about his training. Chris gave him the 411 on his hard workouts and nearly non-existent meals. Sal seemed interested and impressed when Chris mentioned how hard he had been working. Sal gave him some motivating words and talked about how proud he was. Chris also informed Sal about his supplement and TV consumption. Sal commented that he understood why Chris needed to study women’s television and reminded him that he didn’t have any experience with “that kind of stuff” from his other roles.

Sal’s tone got a little more serious, and he asked Chris why he wasn’t answering his phone calls. Chris let him know that his cell was busted and he had gotten a new number. He gave Madison’s cell phone number to Sal so they could stay in closer contact. Sal complimented the pink cell and said he heard, “Pink is back in for men. I don’t understand fashion trends, but that’s what I’ve heard.” Chris did apologize for the lack of communication. Sal apologized too, stating he didn’t understand how serious Chris was about moving in a new direction. Sal reiterated that he was proud to have Chris as a client and supported him with his new venture.

For his part, Sal told Chris the script for ‘A Woman’s Soul’ would be arriving sometime within the next few weeks. He advised that he hadn’t gotten his hands on it yet but heard it was, “Pretty heart-wrenching stuff.” He also explained to Chris how surprisingly high his compensation was for starring in this “small indie production.” It was so high, in fact, Sal confessed he had been looking deeper into the production company to find out how they could afford to pay ‘Marvel money.’ He stated he hadn’t found anything remotely suspicious yet, and everything seemed to be above board. Chris added to the mystery by informing Sal about the quality of the products he had been using and how they went way beyond normal. As evidence, he removed his shirt and showed Sal how far his transformation to a skinny man had gone. Sal marveled at his client’s new appearance and gave him kudos for how difficult it must have been.

They talked for a long while; Chris chugged pink water and spoke in his high-pitched, feminine voice. Sal was constantly complimenting Chris and seemed to be playing defense for the production company whenever Chris brought up something he didn’t like. Specifically, Chris mentioned he was concerned about Doctor Sapphire and her level of experience. Sal let Chris know he’d looked extensively into Doctor Sapphire because she was listed as being in charge of Chris’ health. He reiterated he cared about Chris’ well-being. He told Chris she was a “highly accredited, respected scientist, a genius, and smarter than both of us combined.” When he said that, Chris got a weird feeling of déjà vu but couldn’t place his finger on why. Pushing away the feeling, Chris’ concerns were completely assuaged because he trusted Sal to have his back. If there was anybody he could trust in this world, it was the man he’d earned millions of dollars for!

With all his questions answered, Sal sat back in his chair and smiled. His raspy voice was low and quiet, “You know I’m proud of you, kid. I think you’re doing the right thing here.”

Chris smiled back and asked in his high pitch, “You do? I’ve been feeling a little jerked around lately. They want me to put on makeup and stuff. I don’t know, Sal. I’m starting to wonder if this is worth it. I mean, look at me!”

Sal sighed, “Listen, you and I have been in this business together forever. You know I know a winner when I see one. Whatever they want you to do, just listen up and do it. You’ve already put so much effort into this. I mean, look at you; why would you turn back now? Matthew McConaughey has nothing on you! You’ll be THE example of dedication and sacrifice for a role moving forward. I’m...I’m proud of you, kid. You know that, right?”

Chris’ eyes watered as his emotions began to flare. He answered softly, “I know Sal. Thank you for always sticking it out with me. You’re a real friend. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Sal’s shoulders drooped, and his expression changed from excited and elated to sad and somber in a flash. He looked away from Chris out of shame.

He shook his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a— I don’t—”

Chris sniffled and tried to control his tears as he asked, “What did you say, Sal?

A smile burst on Sal’s face, and he turned back to Chris as he waved it off, “Oh, nothing, nothing, just—just me getting sentimental over here.”

Chris grinned and felt a hot tear rolling down his cheek. Through thick and thin, he had his guy! He was glad to have Sal back on board and fully supportive!

Sal stood and held his arms open for a hug. Surprised, Chris accepted, and they exchanged a quick squeeze. More tears flowed from Chris, and he barely managed to keep his emotions in check. He felt Sal trembling but dismissed it as the aforementioned sentimentality.

When they were close, Sal whispered into Chris’ ear; his voice was low and urgent, “Chris, listen to me, we don’t have—”

*knock knock knock*

Chris glanced at Sal quizzically and pulled away before checking his phone. 10:00 on the dot. He’d missed his chance to get to the store again!

“What is it, Sal?” Chris asked softly.

Sal shook his head and motioned for the door. “Nothing, kid, go ahead and see who it is.”

Chris gave Sal a few seconds of contemplation before excusing himself and crossing into the foyer. He could feel Sal’s forlorn eyes following him as he walked away.

He opened the door and saw the tiny frame of Sylvie. She was facing the driveway and looked over her shoulder with a fully made-up face. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her slight curves.

“Hey Chris!” She called in a sing-song chirp.

“Hey Sylvie!” He answered in a chirp of his own.

She stepped inside, and her eyes focused immediately on Sal, who was awkwardly standing in the threshold to the kitchen.

She spoke to him guardedly, “Hello there, mystery man. I’m Sylvie. I didn’t know Chris was going to have company over.”

Sal kept his eyes on the floor as he mumbled a greeting.

Chris swept between them and scrunched his face in bewilderment as he warbled, “You okay, Sal? You’re kind of being rude to her, don’t you think?”

Sylvie put her hand on Chris’ shoulder and smirked, “It’s okay, Chris. I’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

Sal looked up and forced a smile as he moved towards the front door and offered an apology. He gave Sylvie a wide berth, as if she were a dangerous animal, and stopped at the threshold.

He spoke through his forced smile, “Good to meet you, Miss Sylvie. Don’t forget, Chris, make sure you follow instructions and do whatever they tell you to. There’s a lot on the line for both of us now!”

Chris offered a weak and confused wave to his longtime agent. Sal slammed the door, and Chris heard his car squealing out of the driveway.

Sylvie shrugged her shoulders and asked, “Who was that guy?”

Chris laughed nervously, “My agent. He’s a tough nut to crack, that guy. At least he’s supporting the project now.”

Sylvie nodded, “Well, that’s good.” After a pause, her voice perked back up, “Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

The first thing Sylvie did was insist that Chris prove his makeup proficiency and doll himself. With the strengthening voice in his head urging him, with his trusted agent’s advice to follow instructions still fresh in his mind, with his growing desire to please Sylvie, and with his general belief that there was no harm in it, Chris dutifully obeyed her request. He expertly applied his makeup and caught a glimpse of his fully green eyes in the mirror. He got really close and stared at them. Maybe it was a trick of the makeup...but Chris was almost positive his eyes had somehow gotten bigger!

With his makeup on, Chris didn’t just look like a different man; he looked like a woman. But not like a man dressing as a woman. Chris’ face beneath the layers of makeup looked like the real deal. He touched his reflection, shocked to see the skinny woman with no curves following his movements. The back of his brain worked overtime to frame the situation as a feat of production and makeup instead of a horrifying development. A separate part of his psyche disagreed and began sounding every alarm it could. The two sides went back and forth, vying for control.

Breaking Chris from the war within his own head was the voice of Sylvie, yelling from the living room, “Let’s go! We’ve got a lot to watch today!”

Chris broke off his stare and hurried down the stairs. Sylvie pulled her laptop and a bag of popcorn from her satchel.

“Movie night, bitches!” She sang joyfully.

Excited for a fun, relaxing day, Chris joined Sylvie on the couch. She clicked on her laptop and then the television. The first movie started, and Chris’ brain went into its normal afternoon fog. As soon as he saw the title screen, his heart fluttered. He didn’t know there was a movie!!

The movie marathon commenced. He sat with Sylvie and munched on Skinny Pop with his purple-painted nails and lipstick-coated lips. He hadn’t had a snack in a month, and the Skinny Pop tasted incredible! He gently wiped crumbs from his woman’s shirt and shorts while gabbing about the movie in a high-pitched, soft voice. In his glazed-over state, Chris found himself mimicking Sylvie’s cross-legged sitting posture.

Sylvie swallowed a handful of popcorn and asked gleefully, “What did you think of the movie? Does it hold a candle to the show?”

Chris thought about it. The movie wasn’t bad by any stretch… but he had to be honest, “Hm, I liked it, for sure, but the show lets the characters breathe more, you know? I don’t know, Samantha was kind of boring in the movie but my favorite in the show.”

Sylvie sat up and nodded, “My thoughts exactly! I’m so glad you said that! Nothing beats the show! But I HAD to show you, right?”

Chris answered in his high-pitched voice, “Oh, for sure. I’m glad I saw it!”

The second movie began, and Sylvie swore to Chris that he would like it more.

He had never watched a ‘Hallmark’ movie before! After the opening scene, Sylvie slipped a shaker bottle from her satchel and shook it. She then lifted two martini glasses. Chris’ eyes lit up. He hadn’t had any alcohol in a month either! Sylvie was really spoiling him!

Sylvie giggled, “Don’t tell Valentine I’m giving you alcohol, okay? Our little secret.”

Chris made a zipper motion on his painted lips and received a pink beverage after Sylvie poured it.

He sipped the drink and cringed. The alcohol was so strong! The sweetness of the drink had nothing on pink water, so the alcohol was the only thing Chris could taste.

Chris coughed, “Do you have anything less…girly? I could really use something stiff.”

Sylvie shrank slightly, and her gaze pointed to the ground. She answered quiet as a mouse, “Oh, um. I—I don’t, but… You know what? It was dumb for me to bring this—I’m—I’m sorry! I’ll just put it away and—”

Chris shook his head and lifted the cocktail to his lips. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad for doing something nice!

He attempted to salvage the situation, “Sylvie, I was just joking around! I really like this so far, thank you!”

She smiled, and Chris felt instant relief. No hurt feelings! He reluctantly sipped the cocktail alongside Sylvie between nibbles of Skinny Pop. After a few sips, however, he felt much more positively about the drink and really started to enjoy it! This girly stuff wasn’t half bad!

Chris was mystified by the movie in his hypnotic state. He was hoping for a happy ending and felt elated when it happened, and the lovers shared a romantic kiss during the credits.

Sylvie sighed happily, “Don’t you just love when it all works out in the end? I wish real life were like that!”

Chris nodded and laughed along. He and Sylvie always seemed to be on the same page!

With the credits rolling, Sylvie headed to the kitchen and returned with Chris’ afternoon shake. He swallowed the slimy, chocolate, and salt-flavored beverage with a smile, excited to get back to the movies.

“You’re really going to love this one, I think!” Sylvie sang while queuing up the next movie.

Chris tried to hide his enthusiasm, but it clearly came through in his squeaky voice, “I’m sure it’s going to be great, Sylvie. I’m so happy to be relaxing with you. I might not like all this girly stuff, but, I don’t know, it’s just all okay when you’re around.”

Sylvie let out an *awwwwww* and gave Chris a quick hug, which he returned joyfully. She felt so soft and warm in his embrace.

The next movie started.

Sylvie poured a second cosmo for Chris, and he downed it quickly. As he hadn’t had alcohol in over a month and his body weight and fat had reduced significantly, the drinks hit him hard, and Chris’ foggy state became a drunk and foggy state. It was particularly surprising to Chris because he was used to putting down a whole bottle of whisky in one sitting. But now, he was a total lightweight! He could barely focus on the movie and laid his head back on the couch. In his stupor, he watched Sylvie remove something from her bag.

She fiddled with the device and pivoted her body until she was directly next to Chris. She grasped his earlobe and raised the device. Chris was so far lost in the fog he didn’t even register the possibility of resistance. He barely felt the gun as it pierced his right ear, then his left. Once they were both pierced, Sylvie secured two shiny hoops to them.

“So pretty!” Sylvie cooed.

Chris giggled, though his brain was a million miles away. He smiled towards Sylvie and watched as she put the piercing gun away and pulled out yet another item.

“Now the real fun part!” She giggled, holding the item aloft.

A vibrator? Chris stirred, and some of the fog pulled back. Was this about to get sexy? Answering his question, Sylvie pulled up her dress and exposed her hairless vagina. She opened her legs and began rubbing the toy against her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips while the toy made a soft buzzing sound. Chris watched curiously, wondering why he wasn’t finding a sexy woman masturbating in front of him the least bit arousing. It only took a few minutes for Sylvie’s toes to curl and an orgasm to wrack her body. She gasped and screamed into the ceiling while a wet spot formed beneath her on the couch. When she lifted the toy from her pussy, it gleamed with her juices. She turned towards Chris and tugged his shorts to his ankles. Expecting another blowjob, Chris sat back and tried to make himself comfortable. What he didn’t expect, however, was Sylvie lifting the gleaming, vibrating toy and rubbing it against his flaccid penis.

She rubbed it gently against his cock head. The vibrating added something, but it just wasn’t hitting the spot. He closed his eyes, and his mind searched for a sexy fantasy to push him over. He drifted back to his pool boy fantasy. This time, however, the pool boy he remembered was older, beefier and hairier.

This new pool MAN was so big and aggressive! Chris imagined the man’s sweaty muscles hulking over him. He grunted and shifted his hips as his dick was starting to get hard. This random, fantasy man was everything manly and masculine, while Chris knew he was far from it. The pool man would make Chris feel so small if they ever compared themselves to one another. In fact, Chris imagined the muscular pool man grabbing him up and forcing him onto his knees—his fat cock flopping out and smacking Chris in the head like a club. Chris was powerless against the muscled manly man and submissively opened his painted lips to accept his captor's sweaty cock. The vibrations hit the spot, and Chris moaned as he was pushed over the edge.

Sylvie tutted, “Leaking all over the floor? Naughty, naughty girl.”

Chris rested his head back in his drunken, foggy stupor and fell asleep. He dreamed of a woman ordering him to be submissive.

When he awoke, it was dark, and he had a pounding headache. He got up from the sweat-covered couch and chugged a full bottle of pink water before making his way to the kitchen. Sylvie served him his sparse dinner and ordered him upstairs. Chris was given a pair of studs alongside his hoops.

Once upstairs, Chris completed his usual bathroom activities, including taking off his makeup, brushing his teeth, combing his hair, moisturizing, and putting on his weekly sleep mask. He attempted to spray his throat but found only half a dose remained. He’d finished the bottle! He was anxious to talk to Dr. Sapphire in the morning about the efficacy of her product.

After throwing the bottle away, he examined his hoops and grimaced. His memory was foggy, but he didn’t remember Sylvie asking him to pierce his ears. Maybe she did; he could barely recall the piercing gun at all. He figured it wasn’t a big deal because he could always just take the earrings out, but he still didn’t want her doing things to him without his knowledge. He examined the dangling hoops and replaced them with the studs. Critically looking at himself, Chris’ position slowly softened the longer he looked. It didn’t hurt to get some experience wearing earrings. He was sure his character wore them, and it could only benefit his performance. With his mind put somewhat at ease, Chris hopped into bed and spent several glazed-over hours playing ‘Hunk Dating Sim’ before falling into a deep sleep.

13. Week 4 Part 3

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