This chapter is one of the MENTALLY important moments for Chrissy. Let us know what you think! The release schedule for next month will be revealed this Friday.

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Chrissy yelped and ripped her hand from her pussy, letting her dress drop. She tried to act natural and sashayed towards the door with a jingle. Sylvie yelled, “Shit!” and pulled at his pants, securing them quickly around his waist. His erection throbbed against his fly.

Thankfully, the vibrations stopped, and Chrissy’s legs became a little more stable. She met Miss Valentine, who poked her head through the front door suspiciously. Her slightly wrinkled face turned in confusion at the sight of Chrissy, but she pushed the door open further, and a man approached from behind. He was a middle-aged Black man with a bald head and a goatee. He wore a brown sweater and slacks. He noticed Chrissy and smiled awkwardly.

With the door open, a strong gust of wind flooded into the corridor. Before she could react, Chrissy felt her dress lifted by the blast. Her lower body was bared to Miss Valentine and her date.

“Chrissy!” Miss Valentine called, “Cover yourself, young lady! My goodness! I’m sorry about that, Logan.”

Logan chuckled, “It’s no problem, Linda. It’s windy, and she wasn’t ready for it.”

Chrissy felt a new rush of arousal at Logan’s reverberating, deep voice. He was old but handsome. He’d seen her lingerie! Was he thinking about it? Did he like it? Did he want to see...more? Chrissy’s cheeks flushed, and she softly apologized.

The door closed, and the duo walked in. Miss Valentine motioned forward and went into an introduction, “Logan, this is my daughter, Chrissy...who I guess decided to dress as a maid today? My son Silas is... Oh, he’s on the couch. Silas, get over here.”

Silas yawned and stood awkwardly. The tent in his pants was obvious to everybody. He was tall and lanky with very little in the way of muscle. His jaw was wide and angular, his lips were thick, and his dirty blonde hair was greasy and ratty.

His boyish body wore a long-sleeve flannel and blue jeans. He limped across the floor in his boot.

Miss Valentine continued, “Silas broke his foot in a car wreck, didn’t you, Silas?”

Silas winced as he walked and put his hand in his pocket. Chrissy gasped and heard the soft humming of the toy wedged in her pussy. She tried her best to control her breathing and shaking. She didn’t want Miss Valentine or Logan to know she had a vibrating sex toy in her vagina! She saw Silas’ cock throbbing proudly against his pants. He was getting off on controlling her!

He shrugged, “Yeah, ma, I did. Destroyed my fucking car too. Beautiful 1963 Ferrari…fucking torched!”

Miss Valentine snapped loudly, “Language, Silas!” She then softened, “Kids, this is Logan. He’s a very good friend of mine.”

Logan first held his hand out to Silas, who took it and gave a nonchalant squeeze. He then turned to Chrissy and did the same. Chrissy was visibly shaking but raised her gloved hand, which Logan gently squeezed. Chrissy heard a soft squishing sound. She’d forgotten her glove was covered in girl cum!

Logan released her and rubbed his fingers together. The sticky, clear liquid was obviously not water. He raised the liquid to his nose and took a sniff. His eyes lit up, and he leered at Chrissy. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she stared down at his crotch. She wanted to bury her gaze in the floor but stopped short. She couldn’t help but imagine Logan’s naked cock sliding down her throat. She had half a mind to drop to her knees immediately!

Chrissy drew a relieved breath when the buzzing finally stopped, and she regained some of her faculties.

Miss Valentine headed to the living room, where she shook her head and threw her hands up. “I see you enjoyed yourself today, Silas. Can you at least clean this mess for our company?”

Silas burped and stretched. Chrissy watched his shoulders slowly expand before her eyes. He shrugged, “Why can’t Chrissy do it? She’s already dressed as a maid like a total fucking schizo.” He looked at her and shooed, “Go on, little maid, go on and clean my mess.”

Chrissy folded her hands on her apron and muttered, “I—I’m not, like, a maid…”

Silas scoffed, “Uh, look down at yourself and tell me you’re not a maid, Chrissy. Like, seriously.”

Chrissy looked down and critically examined herself.

Okay. He had a point.

Miss Valentine folded her arms and spoke firmly, “Your sister can dress however she wants and already does her fair share of housework. Clean it up, Silas. NOW!”

“Alright, alright, Mom, jeez.” He said with one hand in his pocket.

The humming started, and Chrissy squirmed while biting her lower lip. She stuttered out, “D-don’t worry about it, Mom! Silas, like, already helped with the basement so I can TOTALLY clean up for him, okay?”

Miss Valentine examined her daughter with narrowed eyes before relenting and shrugging, “Alright, as long as it gets cleaned. Don’t forget it’s your turn to make dinner, Chrissy.”

For his part, Logan stayed off to the side and chuckled. His gaze switched from Chrissy to Miss Valentine lustfully. Miss Valentine excused herself to “freshen up” in her bedroom. She jogged up the stairs, leaving Chrissy, Silas, and Logan in the foyer.

Chrissy sashayed towards the living room with a click and a jingle. The buzzing stopped just as she approached. At least Silas was reasonable! If she did what he wanted, he’d stop. She felt Logan’s eyes following her ass and gave him a little extra jiggle. While she was bending at the waist to pick up Silas’ debris, Chrissy's mind raced.

Literally. What the fuck was going on?

Why did Sylvie have a prosthetic penis? Why was she becoming a he? Why was Miss Valentine calling him Silas? Why was Chrissy calling him Silas for that matter?

With so many questions and virtually no answers to meet them, Chrissy carried Silas’ trash towards the kitchen while trying to keep him satisfied. There was a little too much trash for her hands, so she had to hug the bundle against her apron. If she could just make it to the kitchen, she could remove the toy! Halfway to the kitchen, however, she lost control of her arms and dropped everything with a crash when the vibrations started again. Her legs became numb, and her genitals heated up. She braced her hand against the wall and trembled uncontrollably.

Logan approached and stood near the abandoned metal cans and empty bags. He put his hands on his hips and grinned down. Chrissy’s eyes shot to his penis, which was visibly bulging down his leg like a snake. Her mind clouded with lust, and she strutted towards Logan until she was standing directly in front of him—he was so tall! She gulped and turned away with her heart pounding in her chest. Chrissy bent at the waist, pressing her ass back against his groin. It felt…right to present herself to him like this! She halfheartedly attempted to collect the items she’d dropped while he flipped up her skirt and exposed her lingerie-clad lower body.

“That’s my good girl, twerk it for me.” Logan whispered deeply, sending chills arcing down Chrissy’s spine.

Silas stared at them from the couch, whispering to himself and stroking his cock. What a cuck! Chrissy had never twerked before, but in the moment something must have activated in her brain because she started dipping and shaking her ass like a pro. Her thong-covered, damp pussy rubbed enticingly up and down Logan’s erect manhood. It felt natural to spread her horny female scent on a powerful male and entice him with an enthusiastic display of her body. Vibrating toys and fingers were one thing—but she wanted him for REAL! Chrissy wanted Logan’s dick inside her!

Before they could go any further, however, the sound of Miss Valentine’s bedroom door sent a pang of anxiety through the room. Logan took a quick step back and dropped Chrissy’s dress. The vibrations stopped, and Silas closed his jeans while Chrissy hurriedly collected the remaining items. She huffed inwardly. She was so close!

Miss Valentine emerged from upstairs with a fresh coat of lipstick and a smile.

She spoke towards Chrissy, “So, how about that dinner, sweetheart?”

Chrissy nodded and swayed into the kitchen. She discarded the cans and bags into the trash before glancing suspiciously over her shoulder. Nobody was watching! Chrissy parted her swampy legs and curled her hand around the hem of the dress, determined to remove Silas’ power over her. But before she could dig into her prosthetic vagina and fish out the toy, Logan and Miss Valentine entered from the foyer and sat at the table to chat. Chrissy reluctantly dropped the dress and pretended to fluff her skirt. Pulling a vibrator from her body in front of people was NOT something she was comfortable doing, but she had to find an opportunity soon!

Remembering Silas’ words about the recipe, Chrissy opened her nearby purse.

And retrieved her phone.

An unread text from Sylvie contained a recipe for something called ‘Marry Me Chicken’ over rice. Chrissy saw that all the necessary ingredients were provided in the paper grocery bags. Seeing the name ‘Sylvie’ sent a chill up Chrissy's spine. She still had NO idea what was going on. It seemed that Miss Valentine wasn’t the answer for Sylvie’s problem, either, because she seemed complicit in whatever was happening. Chrissy met Miss Valentine’s eye and received a motherly smile in return.

The next hour passed in a jingling blur. Silas, in the living room, intermittently activated and deactivated Chrissy’s vibrator, keeping her in a heightened state of arousal. Not only did it make cooking more difficult, but she couldn’t stop herself from acting overtly sexual. Chrissy and Logan were constantly flirting and giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes. Despite having very limited experience with cooking and being constantly distracted with arousal, Chrissy found her brain was inexplicably skilled, and she easily followed the recipe with skill and technique. Was she naturally gifted in the kitchen?

Logan, it turned out, was a film director. Miss Valentine talked up her daughter and described her as “an aspiring actress.” Logan seemed very interested in giving Chrissy her ‘big shot’ and offered to let her come to the set of his upcoming production and even floated giving her a role. Not wanting to horribly embarrass himself with “Um, actually I’m Chris Evans, a male, multimillionaire Hollywood superstar,” Chrissy simply nodded along and told him she would “love to do that sometime.” Pretending to be interested could only benefit her, as Chrissy couldn’t even imagine the damage this man could do if he found out her true identity. She nervously checked her headband to ensure everything was still in place while also tightening her apron. She was being paranoid—there was NO WAY Logan recognized her!

It wasn’t long before Chrissy was bending over and pulling the finished dish from the oven. It looked delicious, and it felt amazing that she’d made it all herself!

She proudly carried the tray to the table, which had already been set by Miss Valentine.

Logan nodded approvingly, “Wow, it looks great! Skilled at cleaning and cooking? You’re quite the little homemaker, aren’t you?”

Chrissy giggled and nodded while sliding into her seat. What was she supposed to do? Deny it? She couldn’t exactly contradict what he was saying as she’d cleaned the house and cooked an immaculate dinner while dressed as a maid. She carefully folded her dress and crossed her legs. The toy hadn’t gone off in a while; perhaps Silas was finally over it?

Miss Valentine yelled while filling her plate with rice and chicken, “Silas! Get in here, dinner’s ready!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the vibrations began, and Chrissy nearly dropped the serving spoon she was holding. She took a sharp breath and bit her lip as she did everything in her power to avoid making a scene. Logan immediately picked up on her struggle and smirked. Did he know?

Silas limped into the room with a tent still obvious in his groin. He sat in the open seat and looked down at Chrissy smugly. He’d gotten even taller! She shot him pleading eyes and grinded her dampening thighs together. Silas quietly chuckled to himself while the bulge of an Adam's apple appeared in his neck. He brushed at it with his long, dirty fingers. After a few seconds of torture, he placed his hand in his jean pocket, and the vibrating stopped.

Chrissy knew her panties were soaked, her nipples were diamonds, and her cheeks were flushed. She was a horny mess! It definitely didn’t help that each time she sucked from her water bottle, a flash of black cock filled her brain. She cut into her chicken with gloved hands and started enjoying her meal with tiny bites. It tasted as good as it looked!

Logan took a few bites and grinned, clearly enjoying his meal. He folded his hands and spoke, “This is a fantastic meal, Chrissy. It’s refreshing to see a young lady acting like a proper young lady. So many modern girls only know how to please a man sexually. They’ve completely forgotten the homemaking aspect of womanhood. A good woman aspires to be a good mother first and foremost; that’s all there is to it. In fact, it’s biological!”

Miss Valentine nodded as if Logan were a philosopher speaking some deep, universal truth. He continued, “Look at your daughter here: beautiful, young, sensual, eager to please, and knows her place. A good girl through and through.”

Miss Valentine scoffed, “She’s a good girl when there aren’t boys around, at least.”

Logan’s eyebrows rose, and he asked with intrigue, “Is that so? Tell me, what happens to our good girl when there are boys around?”

Chrissy’s eyes lowered to the plate, and she pushed her food around sheepishly. Was Miss Valentine really about to crack back into the high-school slut stories? Random women at the salon was one thing, but this guy might come back around!

Miss Valentine grinned, “My little Chrissy went through quite the sexual awakening in high school.”

Silas added with his deep voice, “You think high-school Chrissy was horny? Modern Chrissy can’t go more than a few days without sneaking some fuckboi into her bed and moaning about it all night. I can never sleep!”

Miss Valentine recounted, “Like this one time, I got a call to pick her up because she’d cut out a gloryhole in the boys locker room and worked it for over an hour. I had to throw away her blouse because it was so stained!”

Silas recounted, “Two weeks ago they didn’t even make it up the stairs! I thought somebody was breaking in, so I ran out only to find my sister getting double penetrated in the living room!”

Chrissy sank in her chair. Logan’s attention ping-ponged from mother to brother as they exchanged supposed stories about Chrissy’s impossibly slutty history. Despite her best efforts, she listened to every story as it was relayed and absorbed by her brain. Chrissy’s personality and familiarity with experiencing female sexuality grew stronger, filling the void left by her disappearing masculine experience. She absorbed the new information like a sponge, letting it proliferate in every vacant space.

Each time they asked her to confirm the story was true, Chrissy reluctantly responded with, “Yeah” or “uh-huh” or “Pretty much.” Every confirmed story blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. Her real memories were gently altered until she couldn’t tell what was and what wasn’t genuine. Had she really been a ‘loose’ and ‘easy’ girl in high school like her mother was saying? Did her libido make her a borderline nymphomaniac like her brother described?

There were already pseudo-girl memories rolling around from the salon, but when Miss Valentine told those same stories again, they became much more real in Chrissy’s brain. It was as if Miss Valentine’s words were painting the situation into Chrissy’s psyche and solidifying them as fact. She could suddenly remember what she was wearing, what she was feeling, and what she was thinking. With new knowledge came the destruction of old knowledge, and it wasn’t long before Chrissy’s experiences as Chris Evans diminished. A little piece of her former life fell away here and there. Early bit roles and acting classes were replaced by babysitting jobs and cheerleading practices.

From the mouth of her family, she’d been suspended for learning ‘human anatomy’ with the science teacher, gotten kicked out of Sex Addicts Anonymous for facilitating a gangbang, been suspended for playing ‘hide the sausage’ with the lunch chef, gotten caught giving a blowjob in a public bathroom, been suspended for playing ‘hide the two-by-four’ with the shop teacher, won two ‘wet t-shirt’ contests, gotten suspended for playing ‘hide the mop’ with the school custodian, and given road head in front of a police officer.

Admittedly, some of their stories were true...but most of them were complete fabrications! She was like, 85% sure of that!

By the end, Logan was dying of laughter. He wiped a tear from his eye and looked down at Chrissy, who was practically sunk into the chair.

He sputtered out, “Nah, that stuff can’t be true! There’s no woman THAT perverted!”

Silas procured the remote from his pocket.

He held it up and spoke, “You wanna know what’s perverted? How about the fact that she has a vibrator in her pussy RIGHT NOW and gave her brother the remote to it? She begged me! The slut’s been getting off all night, right under your noses!”

Logan sat upright. “You’re serious?”

Chrissy piped up, “Silas, like, don’t!”

He pushed the button, and Chrissy gripped the table while taking a sharp breath. The vibrations wiped her thoughts away and replaced them with black cocks. She tried to control her breathing and avoid letting out any pleasured moans.

Miss Valentine shook her head and sighed, “You just couldn’t go ONE NIGHT without something in your vagina, could you? I asked you to behave for ONE NIGHT, and you just couldn’t do it.”

Chrissy moaned lightly and thrust her hips forward while sputtering, “N-no! It isn’t *ngh* what it *pant* looks like!”

Logan tapped the table and ordered, “Come on, girl, put your feet up; let’s see you take it out.”

Miss Valentine shook her head again and began collecting plates. She looked disgusted but wasn’t stopping it.

Chrissy pushed her chair back and lifted her feet. The jig was up! She needed to get it out, NOW! She widened her legs and anchored her shiny black heels to the side of the table before flipping her dress and apron to her hips. She felt her legs shaking, so she used her arms to keep them open and stable. Both sets of male eyes lustfully stared at her lingerie-clad lower body. She used a gloved hand to peel her sopping thong to the side and expose her vibrating, gushing pussy. She couldn’t see anything besides her yielding labia, so she flexed her internal muscles and began slowly working the toy out. Her newly ingrained sexual experience was coming in handy, and she knew exactly how to control her inner walls. A tiny pink nub poked out before she birthed a vibrating pink pill alongside a sticky stream of female lubrication.

The toy dropped to the floor and vibrated loudly against the wood. A small puddle appeared beneath it. Chrissy turned her head in shame. The vibrating noise was living proof that she was the debauched, hypersexual, out-of-control, nymphomaniac, slut that her family had described. She snapped her legs back together and covered herself with the dress and apron. She folded her hands in her lap demurely, not able to look anybody in the eye.

Logan folded his arms while Silas shut the device off, and the vibrating ceased. Logan sat back in his chair and spoke, “Can’t say I’ve seen anything like that before. You are one special girl, you know that? You DEFINITELY need to come to my set now. If you truly want to be an actress like your mom said, I have the role of a lifetime for you.”

Chrissy shrank in her chair while Miss Valentine picked up her plate. She could see her mother’s disappointed frown. Pillars of her remaining identity as Chris Evans were shaken and crumbled one by one while Chrissy contemplated Logan’s words and considered whether she needed a ‘big break.’ With a good chunk of Chrissy’s acting training and experiences becoming unstable in her head, she couldn’t remember how she got her start. Her mind was filled with cobwebs and numbness. Did she need a start? Had she even started? She tried to shake the sharp tingling away to no avail. She could vaguely remember being in some big-budget films, but...it felt so alien and weird to her now.

The first significant collapse came at the expense of one of her first big acting gigs. Her meathead jock character in ‘Not Another Teen Movie.’ Thinking about one particular scene where, as a college student, she attempted to seduce a woman by spraying whipped cream on her penis and manly pecs.

The memory rearranged and corrupted in her head piece by piece. That did happen…she’d done that…right? Whipped cream was definitely involved; that much she did know! Or… Was the ‘whipped cream’ really a plastic apparatus applied by a prop guy? The high school memories implanted from her mother worked as a catalyst for change, a slippery slope railroading Chrissy away from any tangible memories relating to her quickly fading filmography. Chrissy looked down at herself critically. Wasn’t she in high school when this happened? She furrowed her brow and navigated the fog. Yeah…yeah, she remembered it clearly now! She’d SEEN ‘Not Another Teen Movie,’ not been in it! She got the idea to…what did she do again? It was right on the tip of her tongue! Her mother’s words were echoing in her head, creating new memories in the ruins of her old ones. She was… She was in the locker room after a game and… The boys had really had a tough one, so she got the idea to give them a ‘treat.’ She remembered kicking off her pleated skirt, stepping out of her thong, and tossing her halter sweater that read ‘Bulldogs’ and her lacy bra. The dorky confidence of Chris’ character morphed to uncertainty and fragility for Chrissy. Could she really pull this off? The whipped cream scene she was attempting to emulate was just a movie—she was about to do it for real! She recalled fixing her makeup in the mirror, trying to use a familiar process to calm her nerves. Applying the cold cream to her fat tits and across her pussy was simple enough; it was what came after that was scary. Going into the boy’s locker room with only whipped cream and heels for an outfit was like entering a lion’s den wearing a meat suit. The danger was intoxicating, and, as Chrissy could now recall, high school boys have an…insatiable craving for whipped cream.

More pillars collapsed. Snowpiercer, a pivotal role for Chris Evans, bloomed in Chrissy’s head.

She remembered how difficult it was to play such a gruff, dominating man, but…no, that wasn’t right… Chrissy shifted in her dress and lingerie, feeling her delicate body encased in femininity. How could she—hm… The fog went to work tearing down what little remained and building something new. She gently flipped one of her golden curls and shook her head. There was no way she could lead some filthy revolution! Who would follow a silly teenage girl like her? Chrissy giggled inwardly at the thought while her personality reconfigured amidst the fog. She had always been a certified follower—a submissive ‘go with the flow’ kind of gal. Picturing herself in the situation of the movie, Chrissy knew she would be in the background, letting the men deal with the violence while she huddled with the women.

With some of Chrissy’s earlier movies completely shattered and gone, something more recent materialized in her head, ‘Defending Jacob.’

It was a series where Chris Evans played a concerned father fighting for his family. Chrissy let the warmth of her success in this serious, dramatic role fill her with confidence. But wait… She looked down at the swell of her chest, the flare of her hips, the tiny heels wrapped around her tiny feet, felt the makeup covering her face, the lace choker wrapped around her smooth neck, the lace panties hugging her flat crotch… She couldn’t play a father, right? There was nothing fatherly about her! Chrissy nodded as she recalled: She’d watched the first few episodes of the series, but…with the complications she had with her own dad, she quickly dropped it and never looked back. What a silly thought—Chrissy playing a father! She was the polar opposite of a masculine father figure and couldn’t convince an infant that she was fatherly in any conceivable way. Society may have been structured to allow some give and take with what being a dad and fatherhood looked like… but it certainly didn’t include tampons and camel toes!

And finally, the biggest, most deeply ingrained role: ‘Captain America’ AKA ‘Steve Rogers.’

So many processes and people and places and feelings were associated with the most iconic Chris Evans character that it stubbornly refused to budge from her brain.

At least… initially.

However, as Chrissy sat in her chair at the dinner table with every girly influence imaginable applying maximum pressure, even the thickest pillar of all started to crumble. Piece by piece, Chrissy’s brain found a way to replace everything associated with the role. Fight choreography entered the fog and returned as cheerleading practice; press tours became salon trips with the girls, and filming scenes day-in-day-out morphed into attending classes. Every positive quality of ‘Steve Rogers’ was lost in Chrissy and sent to the fog for reprogramming. ‘Captain America’s’ confidence returned as insecurity, his resilience as fragility, his strength as vulnerability, and his pride as shame. Each section of the hardy pillar that collapsed sent Chrissy reeling, and she blinked rapidly and shook uncontrollably due to the heaviest changes. The last decade or more of Chris’ life was dedicated to the role over half a dozen films…but it didn’t matter one bit as the information drained from Chrissy’s head or returned from the fog corrupted beyond recognition. It wasn’t long before she came to the conclusion that…she wasn’t in a superhero film. No, she’d only watched one of those stupid ‘Avengers’ movies on a date. Not that she remembered any of it because, admittedly, she’d spent most of the date with a cock down her throat. She knew there was a hunky thunder guy, a rich guy in an iron suit, and some… American guy with a firm ass and a shield. Superhero films just weren’t for her, and she much preferred a good Hallmark or Lifetime romantic movie.

The loss of so much data left Chrissy feeling empty and light-headed. When it was done, a graveyard of broken pillars filled Chrissy’s mind, and very little of Chris Evans remained. Her vacant brain scrambled to fill the voids and started taking whatever it could find…like family stories. Her brain was damaged beyond repair, and she didn’t even recognize Steve Rogers as her own character anymore. She was completely dissociated from ‘Captain America’ and every other project in Chris Evans’ filmography.

Seeing Chrissy momentarily short-circuiting, Logan repeated himself evenly, “I have the role of a lifetime for you if you’re interested.”

Chrissy shook her head to clear out the fog before answering him excitedly, “O-okay, Logan! I, like, would totally love to!”

He jumped to his feet and clapped his hands while declaring, “Then it’s decided! I’ll let your mom know the details.” He spoke to Miss Valentine, “Linda, this has been a lovely day, but I need to head out. It was great to meet your kids, and I look forward to seeing you all again soon.”

He shot Chrissy one final stare, letting her know, ‘See y’all again, soon’ was directed at her. He shifted across the kitchen and stopped to give Miss Valentine a quick kiss before exiting to the foyer. Chrissy stayed in her chair, mortified, feeling shame emanating from the drenched toy lying beneath her feet, seeping cunny juice into the wood.

When he was gone, Miss Valentine turned towards the table with her hands on her hips. She smiled joyfully, “Damn fine job, kids! All it took to get her foot in the door with a REAL movie director was a toy in her pussy! I raised some smart cookies, that’s for sure. How’d you even come up with that? He was practically begging to have Chrissy in his movie!”

Silas stood and lurched away on her leg brace while grunting, “Silas the genius strikes again! If either of you bitches needs me, I’ll be watching the game. Don’t need me.”

Much to Silas’ chagrin, Miss Valentine pulled her and kissed her on the head affectionately before she disappeared back into the living room.

Chrissy sat in utter and complete confusion at the display between Miss Valentine and who was once Sylvie. With her arousal lessening and his penis returning to normality, Chrissy tugged off his damp gloves and stood from the table. He tested his dainty, painted fingers by moving them in front of his face, ensuring he was fully back to reality.

He glanced up, and Miss Valentine gave him a thumbs up while speaking softly, “I’ll let you know when I hear from Logan. We’ll get you into a REAL movie if we keep playing our cards right. I’ll probably have to put out soon, but that’s okay. I’d do anything for my little girl! Think about it, Chrissy. You could be an actress for real! Isn’t it everything you’ve ever wanted?”

Chrissy felt his tight lingerie, felt his breasts, felt his long blonde hair held by a hairband, saw his fragile hands in front of his face, and teetered in his tiny, sky-high heels. His brain hummed. The only thing he remembered about being an actress was…wanting to be one. He hadn’t been given a chance until now. He was locked in with Logan’s offer and felt obligated to do everything he could to live up to expectations. It wasn’t his fault; he was too young to be properly established! His ID said he was only 23! He’d just barely gotten out of high school, which was...increasingly hard to remember as anything but full of hardcore sexual perversion and humiliation.

Chrissy gulped and wobbled to the counter in his stilettos.

Miss Valentine crossed her arms and spoke with a firmer tone, “A little thanks would go a long way, you know. Your brother and I sacrificed A LOT to give you this chance.”

Chrissy had to get away. That’s it; he had to get upstairs, away from all this distraction, and think things through. There was something in his head that just—it just refused to accept what was happening. He considered running out the front door and never looking back, but...where would he go? Who would he call? What would he even tell them? As far as Chrissy was concerned, he was a 23-year-old aspiring actress, and the strange negativity in his head was simply nerves getting the best of him.

He smiled and nodded towards Miss Valentine, determined to get away without causing a fuss. When that clearly wasn’t enough, Chrissy opened his mouth and chirped, “Like, thanks, Mom. You guys are super special to me and junk. I wanna be an actress.”

Miss Valentine hugged Chrissy tightly and bent down to give him a kiss on the head. He stood awkwardly, waiting for it to be done. When they broke apart, Miss Valentine was holding a paper cup of pills, which Chrissy reflexively took. He located his water bottle and downed the pills, seeing a flash of black cock in his mind.

She held out a second helping of pills and asked, “Can you give your brother his medicine on the way to bed? I still have some cleaning to do here.”

Chrissy took his brother’s meds and saw they were different from his. Silas was taking pills too? He wished his mother goodnight, grabbed his purse, and turned to leave.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Miss Valentine stated, “I got you that face mask-collagen thing you wanted. It was really pricey, so I expect you to use it properly. Tonight would be good, I think.”

Chrissy turned and retrieved a rather creepy-looking mask-like film.

Miss Valentine added, “The woman at the store said you put your normal, weekly mask on and add this on top to ‘seal it in.’ Whatever that means.”

Wanting nothing more than to be alone, Chrissy took the mask and headed to the foyer with a jingle. He didn’t have to use the mask if he didn’t want to, and Miss Valentine had no way to verify if he did. Silas’ lanky body was lying on the couch, turned towards the TV, which played a hockey game. Chrissy approached and looked up at the game. There were a bunch of guys slipping and sliding on ice while waving sticks around. The men were all pale, ugly Euro trash as well. What a stupid, boring game! He didn’t understand any of it! Silas, on the other hand, was transfixed on the game, and her eyes were glazed over. Chrissy held the cup of pills down, and Silas took them like a zombie. She tipped the meds into her mouth and swallowed without any chaser. Her eyes never left the screen. Chrissy stared down at his friend anxiously.

“Like, hang in there, Sylvie, alright?,” Chrissy whispered.

Not wanting to linger and depress himself further, Chrissy slowly ascended the staircase. After a long day of being on his feet, he needed to lie down and relax—and think about his next move, of course.

He passed his mother’s bedroom door and pushed open his own. He sighed happily. His room was quiet and relaxing. The pleasant odor of air freshener hung in the air. This was the perfect space to sit and think!

Chrissy tossed his purse and mask onto the bed. He pulled the headband from his hair and let his long, blonde locks fall into his made-up face. He unhooked the jingling collar tightened on his neck, plucked the earrings from his ears, and removed his apron. Taking a full, unmolested breath of perfumed air felt refreshing! He then slipped out of the black dress, leaving him in heels and lingerie. The bra came next. His girls needed to breathe! He tugged the cups away from his body and let his breasts jiggle and pull on his shoulders. They sat on his torso like two fleshy, perky orbs. He sat on the bed and excitedly kicked off his heels, letting his sore feet relax unfettered for a few moments. Next was the garter belt and tights, followed by his completely soaked thong. It smelled like eau de cunt and made an audible *splat* as he tossed it onto the floor.

Chrissy fluffed his hair and laid back on the bed, completely naked. He ran his hand slowly up his groin and flicked the seam denoting the prosthetic. Touching the seam allowed his true thoughts and memories to shine through like a ray of sunshine through heavy clouds. He wasn’t Miss Valentine’s daughter; he was a man! R-right? The male memories were vague and faded, but he was certain there was something masculine there. He touched the seam some more and corrected lingering misconceptions in his head. Chrissy’s memories of female high-school sluttery receded, and his real memories replaced them. He’d been big and strong with a cock and…short hair? He was older, wasn’t he? Female high school didn’t disappear entirely, but it faded into the background the more he reminded himself that his vagina was fake.

He felt his penis beneath the prosthetic more than he had in a while. He may have looked...a LITTLE female, but he was still a man beneath it all! Soon the fake vagina would come off, and he could fix his body back to normal. He ran his hand down the seam. He was determined!

With his confidence removed, Chrissy reached down and collected his plastic heels, which he secured on his feet.

He strutted to the bathroom, passing the chrome ‘Christina’ on the wall.

Placing his delicate hands on his widening hips left Chrissy feeling worried. He was starting to get REALLY wide! He couldn’t hope to control the rocking of his hips without significant focus. He hopped in the shower and used Miss Valentine’s unlabeled products to clean himself. He paid particular focus to his fake pussy, which was crusty and stinky. Reassuring himself with his seam, Chrissy finished the shower and made his way to the bathroom mirror.

He started by blow-drying and combing his hair. He followed that by removing the remnants of his makeup and brushing his teeth. Next came his nightly moisturizer. He let it soak in before applying his weekly sleep mask. The thick paste adhered to his skin, and he could feel it working. Miss Valentine’s collagen mask was probably a bridge too far, but his weekly mask from Sylvie wasn’t such a big deal. He was familiar with it by now.

He somehow managed to stick his nose strip on top of the hardening sleep mask. It didn’t hurt anymore, but he could feel it keeping his altered face in place. The pink mouth guard was next, and, once again, Chrissy felt no pain but knew it was working to keep his transformed face from reverting back. He constantly ran his hand up his seam for confidence and knew everything would return to normal once he was done shooting Logan’s upcoming film. But…why did he think that? What was ‘normal’? Chrissy racked his brain, trying to remember the name of the film he once signed up for. It was…‘A Woman’s…’—something. He wasn’t positive but figured he would have plenty of time to familiarize himself with the material.

Back in the bedroom, Chrissy located his pajamas for the night. It was a soft, pink tank top and silky pink shorts with comfortable panties. He pulled the tank top over his torso and noticed his breasts were partially visible squished into the too-small top. Meanwhile, his wide hips and fattening ass were comfortable in the panties and silky shorts.

He swayed towards the bed and delighted in the chance to sit and scheme. If he thought tactfully enough, he could figure out what was happening, why, and what to do about it! He just knew it!

Curiously, he looked down at the thin, innocent collagen mask Miss Valentine had ‘bought’ him. It looked flimsy and ineffective. If there was even a tiny chance she could find out Chrissy hadn’t followed through, it was probably in his best interest to just play along. Seeing no harm in it, Chrissy lifted the mask and pressed it against his sleep mask already in place.

With a scream, Chrissy fell forward into the soft bed as the flimsy collagen mask tightened aggressively against his face. He thrashed and pulled at it ineffectively until it suddenly stopped hurting. He carefully tried to peel it off only to find it was firmly in place. He scratched at it, tugged at it, and tried scraping it off to no avail. He could feel it doing...something, but he was powerless to stop it. His fingers desperately flicked the seam in his groin, determined to find some solace.

Chrissy sat for a few minutes in darkness, trying to solve his situation. His stomach tossed and turned. He hadn’t had his shake or...special ingredient all day! He’d have to remedy that problem tomorrow—before he tried escaping.

Unfortunately, before he could even begin to contemplate anything besides his stomach, a powerful urge to check his cell phone overtook Chrissy. It seemed harmless, and he knew he wouldn’t get any thinking done without dispelling the distraction, so he lifted the phone to his face and turned it on. The second it opened, ‘Black Cock Mansion’ booted up. Chrissy was enthralled in a matter of seconds. He spent the next few hours glazed completely over, sliding a dildo into his prosthetic slit while hypnotized by black cock.

Not a single productive thought crossed his mind. He’d have to figure it out tomorrow!

26. Week 7 Part 9

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26. Week 7 Part 9

25. Week 7 Part 8

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