Finally the start of Week 8! This chapter is a bit less intense than the mind-breaking in the previous chapter, but we still get to see Chrissy adapt to his new lifestyle even more.

Next week there will be a conclusion of ‘The Property Room.’ Some character(s) will make an appearance there, which you guys have already seen in other stor(ies).

Also, the schedule for next month is already up! ‘Role of a Lifetime’ will be updated every Thursday. With a new story, ‘The Clinic,’ posted on the other weekdays. The poster is already up, so you can take an early look there.

As usual, thank you guys for taking an interest in these small stories. If you have any questions, inquiries, or suggestions, don’t hesitate to contact us!

Chrissy woke to his alarm. 5:20, time to get up! Out slid his mouth guard; in rushed a flood of pink water and a flash of BBC. By now, his brain was accustomed to its constant redirection to cock. He couldn’t believe he was still drinking out of this ridiculous water bottle!

With his vertigo taken care of, Chrissy ran his delicate fingers against his buttery smooth cheeks and knew something significant had changed. He was almost afraid to check the mirror. What had the mask done to him?

He groaned and shifted his hairless legs to the edge of the bed. His tiny feet were pointed nearly straight down. It was a comfortable position, and even the tiniest attempt to flatten them sent crippling pain shooting up his leg. Brushing against the latest wet spot in his sheets, Chrissy collected his glistening dildo and tossed it to the end table.

He sat up and swept his back-length blonde hair from his face. He slipped his plastic heels onto his feet and stood. His increasingly heavy tits pulled on his back, and he looked down to see their outline in the soft pink pajama shirt.

Making his way to the bathroom, Chrissy carefully tore off his nose strip and mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see. The fact that neither his normal sleep mask nor the collagen mask had any remnants left behind indicated that they had been completely absorbed. His hips undulated as he moved until he was standing before his bathroom mirror.

As expected, his face had changed significantly. He didn’t look like he was in his twenties anymore—no, he looked like a full-on teenager! His big green eyes were filled with naivety and innocence, his lips were cute and puffy, and his face was small, soft, and rounded. Chrissy definitely wouldn’t sell a beer to the girl in the mirror because she didn’t look old enough to drink!

He tried an acting exercise to test his new face but forgot how they worked. Why would he know acting exercises? Wasn’t he just starting out in the industry? He looked at his juvenile face in the mirror and confirmed his suspicions. The girl in the mirror was definitely not an acting veteran! She barely looked legal!

Feeling himself slipping away, Chrissy reached down and flicked the seam above his groin. The distant memories of being a man trickled back, and he reoriented himself. He remembered the face in the mirror was an illusion, and beneath the prosthetic was a fully male reproductive system.

Thankful for his seam, Chrissy went to work moisturizing, brushing his teeth, and curling his hair. He shifted to the toilet and tugged his shorts and panties to his ankles before plopping down and conducting his morning business. Everything about female urination was done on autopilot, and nothing felt, sounded, or looked unusual or out-of-the-ordinary.

Once back in the bedroom, he sat at the vanity and marveled once again at his teenage features. Deciding to really lean into it, Chrissy got a fun idea and grabbed a few hair ties. He secured strands of his curly hair into pigtails, then started on his makeup while adding a splash of bright, shiny blue to his big, green eyes. He even found little blue star stickers and attached them to the top of his cheekbones. His new hairstyle and makeup further enhanced his youthful, girly appearance!

He gave himself a fake giggle as a test and burst into actual giggling when the mirror reflected a silly teenage girl. There she was, a giggling teenager in the mirror with her pigtails, her sparkling, innocent green eyes, and her makeup. Chrissy’s mind began to glaze over. The silly teenage girl was him. They were the same person. He was a silly teenage girl.

Chrissy quickly found his seam and pushed the invading fog away. He just looked like this TEMPORARILY! The seam reminded him that none of this was real—as long as he had his seam to rely on, he couldn’t lose himself completely!

Pulling himself from the brink, Chrissy focused his thoughts and went to work fixing any imperfections in his white nail polish. He smiled at his beautiful nails attached to his delicate fingers on his dainty hands.

With his nails, makeup, and hair sorted, Chrissy stood and strutted to his bedroom door, ready to see his outfit for the day. His plastic heels squished into the carpet quietly, and he opened the door with a soft *click*. He heard the noise from the television echoing up the stairs. Silas was still watching some sort of sporting event. Chrissy figured she was asleep on the couch. He collected the outfit hanging from his door handle and brought it back inside. He laid the new items on the bed and pulled off his shirt before wiggling out of his shorts and dropping his pink panties.

The new outfit was a pair of dark blue Lululemon yoga pants and a black sports bra. There was no provided underwear, so Chrissy would have to either go commando or wear the soaking pink panties from his pajamas. Chrissy headed to the closet naked, wanting to pick out his shoes before getting dressed. He rifled through the wall of heels.

And found a pair of black Nikes.

He carried the Nikes to the bed and sat down before removing his plastic heels and gently placing them on the floor. He couldn’t get the pants on while wearing shoes, and he definitely couldn’t stand without heels, so he had no other option than to sit. Unfortunately, pulling the pants up his wide hips and around his fat ass proved difficult while on the bed. Shaking his hips and dry humping the air seemed effective, and the dark blue yoga pants were soon in place. They hugged him like a second skin. He understood why panties weren’t an option, as anything worn beneath the tight yoga pants would be clearly outlined, as evidenced by the bumps of his prosthetic labia. The pants caressed his fake pussy and formed a cameltoe. He tried to dislodge it but found his genitals were stubbornly intent on remaining visible. The option was now to either wear a visible pair of soaking wet panties or have his prosthetic cameltoe indented between his legs. He decided against taking the pants off and having to put them back on.

He tied the stiletto Nikes around his feet and stood, testing his shoes and finding they were a perfect fit. Next came the bra, which Chrissy carefully slid over his cute pigtails and around his torso. His hefty breasts easily occupied the cups of the black bra, and Chrissy was thankful for the support. The bra left his taut stomach, compact waist, and a moderate line of cleavage out in the open. He stood in front of the vanity and turned around to see himself from behind. His lower body was looking really wide!

With his outfit in place, Chrissy turned and looked at himself in the vanity one last time, ensuring his pigtails hadn’t been disrupted by donning the bra. He slipped some large diamond studs into his ears.

Satisfied, he collected his water bottle and spent a few minutes picking up his room before heading out into the hallway while uselessly pulling at his cameltoe.

He passed his mother’s locked bedroom and made it down the staircase. The smell of breakfast food made Chrissy’s mouth water and his stomach growl; he was hungry, and it smelled SO good! As he clicked past the living room, he noticed Silas was lying on the couch with an empty paper cup on the table in front of her. She mindlessly watched some stupid golf tournament. How boring!

Chrissy swayed into the kitchen and watched as Miss Valentine filled a plate with a wonderful, hearty breakfast and placed it on the counter.

When Miss Valentine laid eyes on him, she smiled and spoke cheerily in her mature alto, “Good morning, sweetheart! You look so pretty with your little pigtails!” She then yelled over Chrissy’s head, “Silas, your breakfast is ready!”

Chrissy sat in front of the tasty dish and prepared to dig in just as Silas stomped into the kitchen and snatched the plate from over his shoulder.

Chrissy complained with a breathy chirp, “H-hey! Go get your own! That’s, like, totally mine!”

Silas sat at the kitchen table with her plate and scrunched her face in confusion. Her features were much more masculine and angular than yesterday. A large Adam's apple bulged in her neck.

Her voice was deep. “The fuck are you talking about, Chrissy? Mom always makes me pancakes and bacon.”

Miss Valentine placed another dish in front of Chrissy.

She pointed to the plate. “I put a little more salt in it this time. See if it’s any better.”

Chrissy poked at the paltry piece of toast and whined, “But—but I, like, wanna eat a big pancake breakfast like Silas!”

Miss Valentine placed her hands on her hips suspiciously. Her face looked even more wrinkled. Was she somehow getting older?

She spoke curtly, “You’re going to have to keep your figure if you want to be in Logan’s movie. He likes a slim waist and a big booty, so we need to make sure you fit the bill when it’s time to film. That is, if you’re still serious about being an actress.”

Chrissy looked at Silas’ plate longingly and thought about Miss Valentine’s words. Did he want to be in Logan’s movie? Was that his goal? He knew his destiny was to be in movies, but...what was he willing to do for it? His brain buzzed, and he thoughtlessly began munching on the avocado toast.

Taking his munching as a commitment, Miss Valentine’s smile returned, and she slipped Chrissy his pills while speaking, “We need to get you into the gym so you are tight and curvy when filming starts for ‘A Woman’s Role.’ Logan also likes his girls a little more...enhanced than you, but we can worry about that later. For now, let’s focus on getting you into shape.”

Chrissy took the last bite of toast and swallowed it down with a gulp of pink water and a flash of black cock. What did she mean by that—‘enhanced’? The last few months were a total blur. Was Miss Valentine getting him in shape for ‘A Woman’s Role’? Or...was it something else? Had he been working out relentlessly to prepare for Logan’s movie? For his big shot? It all seemed so muddled and confusing!

Chrissy asked timidly, “But—but, Mom, why do we need to, um, go to a gym? We, like, have one in the basement...”

Miss Valentine nodded, “We do, but I think a change of scenery would be good for both of us. We also need to get you out there so you can get comfortable with being looked at.” She turned to Silas, who was wolfing her breakfast down like an animal. She tossed her hair and asked, “Do you want to come too, Silas? Chrissy’s boyfriend, Brad, will be there. I know you guys get along pretty well.”

Silas let out a loud burp and shook her head. “Nah, I’m meeting some guys at the, um...arcade later.”

Miss Valentine sighed and rolled her eyes. “You aren’t seriously going to that damn strip club again, are you, Silas? I thought we talked about this!”

Silas yawned and scratched at the bulge between her legs as she made her way across the kitchen floor. She argued, “Mom, I’m a grown-ass man in his twenties. I can go wherever I want with whoever I want, okay?”

Miss Valentine huffed and collected Silas’ plate. She snapped, “You may be in your twenties, but you still act like a teenage boy! You’d better not spend too much on those—those—WHORES, Silas, okay?”

Silas chuckled, “Chill, Mom, chill! My friend’s mom works there. She’ll get me in for free. Besides, there’s this old black bitch that constantly shits herself. It’s the funniest, grossest thing you’ve ever fucking seen!”

Miss Valentine responded quickly with disgust, “Sh-shits herself? Why in the hell would you...? You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

Silas rubbed her thick, dirty fingers together and grew a devilish grin as she slinked into the foyer. Chrissy watched her go and felt very disinclined to get involved. She was clearly up to no good, and Miss Valentine was not happy about it.

Miss Valentine threw Silas’ dirty plate into the sink with a crash. She turned and rubbed her wrinkled temples while muttering to herself, “That boy will be the death of me.” She then took a big breath and smiled up at Chrissy, speaking with a warmer voice, “Okay, let’s head to the gym then. I’m sure you want to see Brad in his element, don’t you?”

Chrissy shrugged and rolled his eyes at his mother while he stood. He just didn’t have much attraction to his boyfriend anymore. Brad was big and manly, but he just didn’t DO IT for Chrissy. Even after the whole jail thing, Chrissy just wasn’t feeling it. He knew he needed to consider breaking up with him. There were millions of other guys that would provide their ‘special ingredient’ if Chrissy wanted it.

Miss Valentine cocked her head to the side. “Really? That’s too bad; I thought you were happy with Brad. Oh well, there are plenty of men out there for you.” She hefted a cute pink backpack from the floor and dropped it on the counter. “I got you a new gym bag. I already put some essentials in there for you plus your wallet.”

It was adorable! Chrissy’s chest fluttered, and he let out a high-pitched *Awwwww* before genuinely thanking Miss Valentine. He opened the lovely little backpack and rifled around. There were a few towels, cosmetics, feminine hygiene products, a hairbrush, the flowery headphones, his wallet, and some other miscellaneous items.

Chrissy withdrew his wallet.

And curiously examined his license.

California IDENTIFICATION CARD
ID E74259328
LN EVANS
FN CHRISTINA ROBIN
AGE 17
SEX F
HGT 5'2
WGT 110 lb
EYES GRN
HAIR BLN

He was listed as 17! His girly, feminized face and blonde curls smiled back at him from the official-looking ID card. Remembering his reflection in the mirror, Chrissy slipped the ID back into the wallet and dropped it into the bag. He KNEW he looked 17. He KNEW everybody would see him as 17. For all intents and purposes, he was a teenage girl!

He slung the bag over his shoulders and followed Miss Valentine to the foyer. Silas was standing in her boxers, absentmindedly picking up a dirty pair of jeans and giving them a quick sniff. Her legs appeared to be growing hairier by the second, and she pulled at her fake balls to dislodge them from her leg.

Miss Valentine yelled as she approached the front door, “Your sister and I don’t want to see your penis, Silas! Wait until us women are gone next time, please!”

Chrissy looked over his shoulder and watched as Silas shook her straight hips mockingly, letting her prosthetic cock flop around in her boxers. Chrissy felt a tiny rush of horny energy flow through his veins while exiting onto the driveway. He desperately needed a healthy dose of protein shake today, or he was going to lose it!

Breathing in the overcast day, Chrissy did a quick once-over to confirm his hair, outfit, makeup, stickers, and attitude were ready to go out in public.

He clicked heel-to-toe over to Miss Valentine’s Escalade and used the running board to hop into the passenger’s side.

He slid the backpack from his back and placed it near his heeled feet. Miss Valentine handed Chrissy a pair of sunglasses while he crossed his legs.

Chrissy wore the familiar sunglasses without any fuss or complaint, despite the overcast day, and the vehicle backed down the driveway and towards the gym. His eyes were still a little sensitive, so the glasses were appreciated. The short drive was mostly uneventful, but Chrissy did duck his head down when he saw a police car driving by. He didn’t need any more contact with Trooper Abigail or Deputy Ryan!

It wasn’t long before they parked in front of the busy gym.

Chrissy hopped out using the running board. He felt apprehensive about this trip to the gym. It had been ages since he exercised around strangers. He wondered how the general public would view and treat him now that he looked...a little more feminine. Mentally preparing himself, Chrissy donned his backpack and sashayed his way through the parking lot behind Miss Valentine. His cleavage, his tight stomach, his blonde pigtails, his wide, rocking hips, his fat, bouncing ass, his high-heeled sneakers, his unmistakable cameltoe, his makeup, his earrings, and his innocent, teenage face ensured that every person he passed lingered their attention on him for a little too long. Some creeps were obviously leering at his feminine assets, but even non-creeps, even WOMEN, left their attention on him for an inordinate amount of time.

This admiration from the public was completely different than when Chrissy was an actor. People saw Chris Evans and admired him for his looks and his talent simultaneously. Chris Evans was handsome and capable; he was respected and talented. Now, however, Chrissy knew these people didn’t recognize him at all, as he had no accomplishments to fall back on; hell, they didn’t even recognize him as a man! The only thing these strangers knew was how Chrissy looked and acted in this exact moment. Their attention wasn’t based on any Hollywood prestige or admiration of ability; no, their attention was based solely on Chrissy’s sexy body.

He could feel their stares and hated to admit it, but...he liked it. In fact, he LOVED it! His body surged with pride and confidence. Being seen and admired made Chrissy feel valuable; it made him feel good. He WANTED to be objectified by strangers!

Riding high on confidence, Chrissy entered the gym behind his mother and floated towards the front desk. He glanced around and saw people of all shapes and sizes exercising in one giant room. The sound of conversation, music, and weights slamming echoed into the high ceiling. Once again, anybody that caught sight of Chrissy seemed unable to ignore him.

Chrissy failed to stifle a smug grin. Being seen and appreciated for his looks was...there was no way to explain how fantastic it made him feel. A powerful craving for attention was sinking its claws into Chrissy, and his mind fogged over. Not only did he like to be seen, he NEEDED it! He NEEDED strangers to watch him, to evaluate him, and to think about him.

Miss Valentine and Chrissy stopped in front of the desk, and Chrissy craned his neck to look behind him. He NEEDED to see who was admiring him! Much to Chrissy's delight, several onlookers quickly averted their gazes except for one man who met his eyes while curling a dumbbell.

Chrissy fluttered his heavy eyelashes and winked at the muscular Black man, who grew a toothy smile. He was clearly an admirer and incredibly handsome, so Chrissy took it a step further by jutting his ass towards the man while giving him a kissy face. Chrissy’s craving for attention and cum mixed together, and this random stranger seemed like the perfect fix!

Before he could see the man’s reaction, Miss Valentine’s yelling drew him away: “Chrissy! Chrissy! Earth to Chrissy!”

Chrissy turned his attention to the front desk, where a middle-aged man was smiling down at him.

The man’s voice was a wispy tenor. “Hey, Chrissy! I’m Tad! Your mom says you’ll be joining her for a workout today? That’s super!”

Chrissy nodded and tightened his little hands around the straps of his backpack as he responded timidly in a high, feminine pitch, “Um, yeah.”

Tad chirped, “Perfect! Do you have a license I could borrow for a minute?”

Chrissy removed the little backpack and retrieved his ID card from the pink wallet. He handed it to Tad, who examined it closely. Chrissy felt his cheeks flushing and his heart fluttering. Would Tad see through the fake ID? Would he call Chrissy out for being a male movie star in his mid-forties!?

Tad slid the card back without even the slightest falter in his smile. Either he was about to call the police, or he was completely fooled. He tapped his finger repeatedly on the front of the counter where there was a laminated paper.

Chrissy looked down and read what he was pointing at.

Rules for guests under age 18
1. Underage guests MUST be accompanied by a parent or guardian at all times.
2. Underage guests MUST wear a colored wristband for the duration of their visit.
3. Underage guests MUST use the locker room associated with their sex.
4. Underage guests MAY be asked to change their clothing if deemed inappropriate.
5. Underage guests MAY be asked to leave if behavior becomes unruly.
6. Underage guests MUST refrain from any sexual and/or flirty behavior during their visit.
7. ANY and ALL damage resulting from underage guests is the responsibility of the parent/guardian.

When Chrissy had read through the page, Tad asked while rifling through an open drawer in front of him, “Can you agree to all that, little miss?”

Chrissy nodded, and Tad lifted two paper wristbands. One was pink, the other was blue. The word ‘UNDERAGE’ was printed in bold, black letters on the side.

He dropped the blue one and motioned for Chrissy’s hand, which he lifted. Tad then tightened the pink wristband around Chrissy’s fragile wrist so ‘UNDERAGE’ was displayed for all to see.

He instructed calmly, “Make sure you keep this on until you’re leaving, okay? It lets the staff know you’re under 18. It also lets them know that you’ve been verified as female and must use the female locker room. Don’t go sneaking into the men’s facilities, okay?”

Chrissy’s cheeks blazed, and he nodded. He wasn’t going to sneak into the men’s locker room! Didn’t he just belong there with the other men? The gears in his head ticked as he contemplated. He wanted to flick his seam to help him remember—but it would look like he was touching himself if he dug into his yoga pants! His ticking brain started to fog over as his thoughts slowly filled with naked men stomping around a locker room with their cocks swinging all over the place… He glanced down, and his glazed-over eyes stared into his cleavage. If he looked fuckable enough, maybe he could sneak in there and meet some-

Miss Valentine placed her hand on Chrissy’s shoulder maternally. Chrissy snapped out of the fog and returned to reality. He shouldered his backpack and adjusted his wristband before following Miss Valentine across the floor.

Once again, he could feel an avalanche of attention from every corner of the giant room. Chrissy’s addiction fed off the proverbial buffet and grew stronger and stronger. His addiction helped frame his gender confusion in a much more straightforward way: as a handsome man he got SOME attention, but as a pretty girl he gets ALL the attention!

With no access to his seam, with the powerful voice of the woman in his head reminding him he was female, and with his newly discovered logic as a professional attention whore, Chrissy’s brain buzzed, and even more of his identity shifted. The deeply implanted memories of Chrissy, the high school slut, the aspiring teenage actress, and the girly-girl cock-lover proliferated even further while Chris, the sports lover, the classic car expert, and the manly-man pussy hound wilted and died.

Every click of his heels, every swing of his hips, every bounce of his tits, every flip of his pigtails, and every stare he basked in pushed him a little further down the pathway of youth and femininity. Chrissy was gliding along with a buzzing brain and an aloof demeanor. He was completely oblivious to everything except the attention.

Miss Valentine stopped in front of two open locker room doorways and turned towards her daughter. Without really thinking about it or being prompted to do so, Chrissy swayed his way past a sign and into the corresponding hallway.

Miss Valentine followed behind with a smirk. The locker room was rather unremarkable, with tall, white lockers and white benches between them. There was a large, communal shower area off to the side and a series of stalls next to it. There were no urinals to be found. Women at all levels of undress were walking to and fro, gabbing and primping, washing, and socializing. It was busy, so there were dozens of naked women at any given time. Chrissy glanced around nonchalantly, still fantasizing about the men’s locker room. His eyes didn’t linger anywhere, and his brain didn’t register that anybody present was remotely sexually stimulating.

Unlike outside, the women in the locker room didn’t let their attention linger on Chrissy for too long. Much to his disappointment, it seemed the rules in the locker room were a bit different. While he didn’t care for the female gaze sexually, his growing addiction to attention wanted it nonetheless. He turned to Miss Valentine for guidance, and she pointed to the far end of the locker room. Chrissy navigated the floor while avoiding a bent-over pussy gobbling up a thong here, a tight pink asshole getting douched there, and jiggling tits literally everywhere. All manner of female bodies in every configuration darted around the locker room. The women didn’t see Chrissy as anything but a woman, as anything but belonging right where he was among them.

When he neared the end of the row, a group of women were already there and engaging in conversation. They glanced up to assess their newest neighbors.

It was only natural that women, collectively, in a vulnerable state of undress, would watch out for anything or anybody that could be dangerous to them. If Chris Evans walked in with his huge, hairy chest and hard, swinging dick dangling between his legs, the women staring up would probably scream, run, call the front desk, call the police, cover themselves, feel afraid, warn the others, or any combination thereof. Chris Evans in the women’s locker room would likely look like a threat. He would disrupt the safety of the space and send the women into a panic. Based on their life experiences as women, they knew Chris Evans was stronger than any of them by a large margin. He could rape, he could overpower, he could assault, he could kill, he could IMPREGNATE, and there wasn’t a thing they could do to stop him. The penis and balls between his legs meant he wasn’t welcome there. He would be shunned, kicked out, arrested, prosecuted, and everything in between just for being PRESENT as himself.

The eyes of the women were upon Chrissy, and he froze.

He had the innocent, feminine face of a seventeen-year-old girl with huge, doe-like green eyes caked with makeup, including cute little star stickers on the cheekbones. His mid-back-length blonde curls were pulled into pigtails, and his ears held big diamond studs. His neck was smooth and void of an Adam’s apple, while his shoulders were slim, and his arms were hairless and lithe. His wrists, hands, and fingers were delicate, and his long fingernails were painted with white polish. His fat tits were smooshed in a black sports bra, showing ample cleavage, while his waist cinched inwards and his hips ballooned out womanishly. His ass swelled behind him, and his thicker thighs led to thin lower legs and tiny, heeled feet complete with perfectly painted toenails. He also had a pink wristband around his wrist indicating he was verified by staff as an underage female, he carried a tiny pink backpack, he was clearly shorter than the average woman, and he smelled like flowery perfume. But the most obvious signal of his femininity was the void between his legs filled only with a small, clearly outlined cleft that anybody viewing him instinctively knew were the lips of a vagina.

The staring women gave Chrissy and Miss Valentine the briefest of glances before returning to what they were doing without changing their behavior. Nobody covered up, nobody screamed, and nobody ran away. Chrissy had been analyzed and verified as female. In fact, one woman was so comfortable with Chrissy’s presence that she casually stripped naked while standing directly next to him.

Miss Valentine opened a locker near the end of the hallway and tossed her gym bag inside. She pointed towards the locker and spoke, “Come on, we’ll share one. I only have one lock.”

Chrissy removed his pink backpack and laid it gently on a hook next to Miss Valentine’s black gym bag. She shut the locker and placed a combination lock on it.

She turned to Chrissy and grinned. Her tone was excited. “Alright! Let’s head out and work those glutes!”

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