I’d been home for nearly a half hour debating with myself about letting Candy see me like this or keeping it a secret for a bit longer. I finally opted for a little of each. I took off the expensive clothing carefully hanging the skirt, blouse and jacket before putting most everything else away in my dresser. The purse.... uh.... okay, on the shelf in the closet. I was back in the jeans and blouse which was the way Candy saw me early this morning. My hair was a bit different and the breasts a bit larger – breasts? Oh crap. Okay, so I didn’t remember I had these two things on my chest. Well – I’ve had a lot on my mind the last couple of hours. It was when I removed the new fancy bra and made to catch the birdseed bags that I rediscovered those two heavy weights. Well, I guess I knew I had these things stuck to my chest but I didn’t realize they were ‘stuck’ as in, semi-permanently glued there.
Yes, I have posted chapter three early (and will probably suffer for it later on).
Why did I do this? Two reasons: first this is the last chapter which had been previously posted although all three (and others) have been edited since that posting as well as having each received roughly another four hundred words apiece.
second,I had just a little time and thought I might try to satisfy some of the questions and curiosity which have presented themselves as a result of chapters one and two. A little (note I said LITTLE) of that will be addressed slightly in this chapter. The road will remain rocky and something other than four lane highway for the rest of the story.
Oh, and Eric.... Don't expect your questions placed in your comment to be answered very quickly. I think some of that doesn't even begin to be addressed until somewhere around chapter twenty.
That said.... here's the continuation of chapter three....
When we bought them the saleswoman didn’t include any remover, glue, or instructions so now I need to make another visit to that shop so I could purchase both of those. I didn’t intend to be spending the rest of my life with these stuck to my chest. Regardless of whether Candy liked them or not, they did get in the way. I suppose if I had grown up with them I might have learned to do things a little differently which would allow me to cope with them easily enough. Gaining them in one afternoon didn’t really grant me the opportunity to learn to work around the problem.
I’ve had these now for nearly four hours and still made movements which these small but intrusive weights told me I shouldn’t be making, not to mention it was a little difficult to look down without leaning over now. Another small problem I discovered, occurred when I bent down to pick up some things I dropped.... that was a bit uncomfortable, not to mention they got in the way. I finally took the easy way out and crouched down, picking up the dropped items from at my side. It dawned on me as I was doing it, that I’ve seen other wom.... Grrrr.... I’ve seen women picking things up the same way.
‘Other women’.... I need to revise my brain. Too bad we don’t have reset buttons and can reboot, like I can do with my beast when
it locks up. I smiled at the sudden crazy direction my mind had taken that concept. Someone’s insane? Change their operating system and bios, then the programing and.... reboot. Oops, totally new personality? Or maybe, no personality until they begin to add events to long term memory, ie. the hard drive.
Second small problem, I have ‘hair’. I know, I’ve always had hair but I mean it’s brushed out a bit now. It looks longer. My hair seemed to be just a bit shy of shoulder length which fit with a lot of the roles I played when doing stunts. Sometimes I’d be wearing a wig for the stunt but it came right off afterward. Now my ‘hair’ seemed like it was well into brushing any dust off my shoulders. I don’t understand how just ten minutes of brushing could make that much of a change. Not only that but it wanted to stay that way. I was glad I hadn’t allowed them to put a wig on my head. They would probably have glued it on just like these two weights in front of me.
I tried to relax and temporarily forget about my ‘little’ problems for a bit. To help keep these weights on my chest from bugging me I put on a simple white bra which, as I quickly discovered, was a little tight. Finally though I felt more nearly normal and left the bedroom to go out to sit and think about the portion of the script I had quickly skimmed through. Giving it a once through lightly I learned that their ‘not quite an elf’ was supposed to be yet another entry into the genre of semi-super-heroes.... er.... heroines. It all seemed a bit strange to me.
The story started out with her working as some kind of scientist in a lab and office with stuff that was mildly radioactive as well as being mostly liquids and some sort of accident occurred with her on the receiving end. Yeah I know, another ‘blame it on radiation and toxic waste’ story. It was all washed off quickly by both her and her assistants except for that which she swallowed. After a few days of observation she was given a clean bill of health and allowed to go home. The lab, meanwhile, had been cleaned up, so no trace of whatever particular combination of things it was that contaminated her would be available for analysis. Sure, they knew what each individual thing had been but they didn’t know the combination nor the ratios of those different ingredients which had been in the small amount she likely ingested. She went back to work the following day and soon things settled back down to normal.
Along about the fourteenth or fifteenth day she wakes up with this pain in her back and these sort of small thin lumps beginning to sprout near her shoulder blades, still no wings though. The lumps caused a bit of excitement which, if they continued to grow, could become a problem as you might expect. For a while she became the researchee rather than the researcher. But, still no wings.
Again things managed to settle down and other than those lumps being an interesting topic of conversation she was again allowed to go back to work. Some minor revisions to her dress code were needed as the nubs continued to grow since they tended to get in the way of little things like her bra as well as slowly becoming more noticeable under her blouses. Once again she became the object of some scrutiny when she wasn’t working in her lab.
Things become a bit more difficult as the nubs continued to grow from her shoulder blades. She began to adopt flowing robes as a covering in order to allow her thermal output, which had begun to climb, to dissipate while still maintaining some sort of dress code. Even with the air conditioning set at sixteen degrees centegrade. She was warm. That was only a two and a half degree drop from where it usually was kept so most of the others just put on sweaters under their lab coats. With the flowing robes and lab coat the beginnings of the development of her wings could still be hidden so she would be more acceptable to people in general. That allowed her to continue to go out shopping or just to get air or whatever without everyone shunning her or asking a million questions. That continued until the wings begin to manifest themselves a little more prominently. As I thought about the show I decided I needed to get Candice on the set once or twice when I was in the final getup with the wings attached. She would probably get a kick out of that.
Anyway, it was along about the end of the second month following the accident when it all began to come to a boil. That I figured was probably about twenty to twenty five minutes into the show. She hadn’t been feeling too good and had taken a few days off. Near the end of those few days she began to experience some severe pain finally dropping unconscious only to wake up with her blouse or top shredded and the wings finally sprouted out from her back. I guess she’s a super-hero.... heroine 100% of the time instead of doing a Superman kind of thing. I suppose because of the wings she probably couldn’t fit in a phone booth anyway; if she could still find one. Cell phones and drug dealers have kind of removed that American icon from the scene.
The next couple dozen pages dealt with her flapping around a bit but the wings were still too small to do anything but flap. They weren’t strong enough to lift her. I learned later when I was wearing those little ones that they could make a decent fan, though even if they didn’t have any of the bells and whistles the master set had.
The next time we see her is a couple of months later with her once again in the role of researchee. The wings had, by now, reached down to her waist with more than one present at each shoulder blade. While an interesting topic they were still unable to carry her weight. They could, however, be rather annoying since they were always in the way and were now strong enough to be a nuisance when she was nervous or agitated - which apparently was suppose to occur a bit more frequently at this stage of the game.
They were now actually able to carry enough of her weight that a bathroom scale would show a weight loss of around thirty to thirty five kilograms whenever the wings flapped downward, thus lifting some of her weight off the scale. This became a new game for her, at least until the wings were large enough that she could reach zero on the scale. By that time she had learned to control the wings a little having been thrown around previously due to improper control. In fact there were several pages describing her trying to learn to control her wings without killing herself.
Great, I knew the stunts would show up sooner or later. I wish I’d had a chance to scan the whole script. I knew there likely must be at least another four or five hundred pages. It took over a hundred just to get to this point and that was all they gave to me to read. I’m certain they would have her doing some sort of Super hero-ine thing before the pilot was finished. Naturally that would involve flying, since the wings were the primary subject of the story. I figured it would be interesting to see those things. I began to wonder if I’d be able to sit down for lunch and breaks or if once they were strapped on would I need to remain standing?
Maybe I should mention this to Jacob and we could get me some sort of extra duty pay or something. I wondered why she was described as an elf when I figured she was actually more like a pixie? Well, except for the size. I mean I know about artistic license and all, but this was getting to be ridiculous, I wondered who wrote this dribble and if they actually knew the difference between an elf and a pixie. The use of the word ‘fey’ bugged me a bit too, since I was more accustomed to ‘fae’ and didn’t think they meant quite the same thing. Just then I heard a key in the front door lock. That had to be Candy. Cool.... I really wanted to talk with her about this part. Getting up I walked out of the living room toward the front door.
Candy had opened the door, walked in and already closed it. By the time I reached the hardwood hall she was in the process of taking off her jacket to hang in the hall closet after putting her purse on the hall table. She heard my shoes clicking once I had reached the hall’s hardwood floor after I stepped off the living room carpet. She looked over and immediately yelled, “Dennis, you son of a bitch, where are you and who is this?”
“DENNIS, get your sorry ass out here.”
“CANDY. IT’S ME, DENNIS.”
She was about to yell again when her brain processed what I’d said and she came up short, looking me over carefully. As she was looking, I began explaining, “When I went to see Jacob this morning, he immediately thought of a part where they were looking for a girl to do a TV-movie. She has to be capable of doing her own stunts so he called Brooke and had her do a make over on me. I think I’ve got the part. At least we have a contract to go through, make our changes and return.”
“Dennis??? Dennis!? Why didn’t you take that stuff off when you got home?”
I look down at the floor then back up at her, “I can’t. It’s all been fastened on. They didn’t provide the cutting agents and I don’t want to damage any of it, so I’ve got to go back tomorrow and buy them. Jacob paid a bundle for my skirt suit and stuff and I didn’t want to ruin them so I hung them or put them away. Besides, I might need them again for another interview.”
“Mr. Skinflint himself paid for your Skirt suit?” she said, almost laughing. “I’ve got to see this. Where is it? Is it some knock off of a knock off of a close out?”
“It’s hanging in our closet. The rest of the stuff is in my dresser.”
“You wore your undies today and just put the stuff in your dresser? Did you wash any of it?”
“Wash it? No. I only wore it a few hours.”
She rolled her eyes in disgust, “You’re Dennis alright. Come on girl. Let me show you how to take care of your under things. They’ve got to be washed and allowed to dry so you can wear them again since I’m guessing you don’t have extras? Do you need to go see Jacob again tomorrow?”
She answered herself, “Well, I suppose you do since he let you wear the stuff home. You need to learn to take care of your feminine things. Come on, show me.”
What’s wrong with putting the things away carefully? I only wore them for.... uh.... maybe four hours? I didn’t do stunts or anything and didn’t even work up a sweat.
She looked at me like I’d just grown a second head, “Don’t just stand there, kiddo. Get your little derriere in here. I’m not going to do this for you. I’m the supervisor. Those look cute.” She said as she touched my ‘breasts’. Glancing at my hair, “Why didn’t you take that wig off and let your head cool?”
“It isn’t a wig. We didn’t have much time so they just washed and brushed my hair out and that changed my whole appearance. Somehow they stretched my hair. The whole thing only took a little over an hour.”
“Stretched your hair? Let me see this.”
She came over and gently ran her fingers through my hair before grunting softly, “Okay so they colored your hair and added extensions.”
“Extensions? What are extensions?”
She explained extensions to me. I’d never heard of them. On the sets they always put wig caps and wigs on me. I didn’t remember anyone ever saying anything about something called an extension.
“You said they did all this is only a hour? Selection of clothing, hair, breasts and everything?”
“It was all the time we had before we had to get to the studios for the interview. I guess it was actually almost eighty minutes.”
“Let me tell you, they practically performed a miracle if they did everything in only eighty minutes; and you keep saying ‘we’. Who went with you?”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me Mister Skinflint Hollywood, himself, accompanied you to the cattle-call?”
“Yeah. And it was a bit more than a cattle-call. It was a private screening. Well, I guess there were about twenty people involved counting the camera and tape machine operators plus the director, producers, and support people.... oh and the six people who read against me so I actually had people reading parts during my screening. It couldn’t really be called a screen test exactly since we weren’t on a set, just in a studio. We weren’t in costume or anything, just our street clothes; but we had to act like we were doing the scene.
Jacob told me before we left that they had several people picked as potential fodder for the role but three of them were busy with other projects, one is afraid of heights and the last one bowed out for one reason or another.”
Candy stopped cold as I finished this explanation just before she would have entered our bedroom, my newly acquired breasts nearly collided with her. Turning back she questioned me, “Screen reading? You mean they used cameras and lights and everything?”
“Refined girls say yes, not yeah. This is a speaking part and not just an in the background support thing? Are you going to be doing stunts?”
“Yea....sss. After the first hundred pages or so of the script. This is just the pilot.”
“Pilot? This is going to be a series? God. Can you get me on as a full time extra? I could use a little something like that, both for the money and in my portfolio. What’s the name of the show?”
“The Last of the Fey.” I went on to explain all I knew to Candice as she rummaged through my dresser taking out the stuff I so carefully put away and then leading me by the hand to the bathroom to begin showing me how to hand wash all the delicate stuff. She pulled out a bottle of Woolite from under the sink, drew some lukewarm water in the basin before adding a little of the Woolite. Then she pushed my hands into it and began directing me as I washed everything. I’ve got to admit, for only four non-sweat hours my stuff did get dirty. I didn’t think I created that much filth.
I wrapped up the explanations as she began telling me how to care for myself as well. I’m not stupid but she acted like I didn’t know anything about basic hygiene. When she finished I was wondering about all the differences in the way girls cared for their bodies versus the way guys do. Sheesh, no wonder girls feel so soft and their skin is so nice. I don’t know if I should remember how to do this stuff and if it really should matter to me. I opted for the longer, more careful, deeper cleansing care of my body since if we did more than a pilot I might actually need to be a softer, prettier me. How revolting. This was becoming complicated and I didn’t think I liked it. It’s one thing for Candy to look nice like a girl, she is one. It’s something else entirely to be thinking of doing this for myself just because I’m going to be on some TV program which probably won’t make it past the pilot.
We talked about the show for a while. I’ve got to admit ‘Fey’ sounds a lot better than ‘Bird’, ‘Bird Girl’, ‘Faery’ or whatever, but there’s only so much you can get out of yet another superhero.... ine. For instance, it’s a bit difficult to mingle in society when you’ve got wings as a permanent feature of your anatomy. You would sort of stand out so hiding in plain sight couldn’t happen. Not to mention the people who would shun you for being different or the blockheads who would love to make jokes or worse about a bird girl. Oh hell, I hope they don’t glue those on too. Be just my luck they would run out of the cutting agent and I’d be stuck with wings for a week.... oh yeah, er, yes. Jacob said it was a harness of some kind. I breathed a sigh of relief as I remembered the harness would need to allow for a cable so I could fly. Then too the spelling of the movie title was still getting to me. Fey versus Fae. Of course one could be a fey Fae I suppose. Sort of a kick ass pixie who was more than slightly capricious.
Candy and I had a nice dinner and then I helped her learn her lines for tomorrow’s taping – all four of them. She’s in a daily, some soap or another. No, she isn’t the star but we can hope, can’t we? Okay, so our roles generally weren’t something which would make either of us a household name but they paid the bills. Stunt work for me was a bit infrequent until more recently but it paid well when it happened.
Lately I’d been earning a bit more since my figure now allowed me to be a more realistic double for even more of the starlets. There still weren’t too many female stunt doubles who didn’t look like Amazons although the numbers were coming up.... fast, unfortunately.
I had a regular clientele who asked for me since I usually went the extra distance to try to make them look good. Also I was willing to allow the appliances which helped me to look like them even if the scene called for shots which had some of the clothing ripped off. At one time or another I’d been on location at some interesting places. That’s interesting as in different or strange, not as in somewhere I’d like to go for a vacation.
We retired for the night and Candy had a conniption, “You are NOT wearing boxers to bed tonight looking like that. Here borrow this pengior set. And be careful of your hair tonight. No, that’s too much to expect. Here, put on this set and the robe then sit down over here.”
I put on the nightie, lifting my ‘breasts’ into the natural cups formed by the material while casting a glance at myself in the mirror as I was donning the lacey robe during my walk over to the chair where Candy was waiting.
I had to do a double take. That was.... unnerving.
I’m glad we both knew better because if someone who didn’t know us walked into the room just now they would swear there were two
girls living here. Gahh, this feels so weird. I sat and she started working with my ‘hair’. Ten minutes later it was brushed out and a couple of minutes after that she had it all up in some sort of a bun.
“There, now you’re less likely to damage it during the night. Remember to cover it when you shower in the morning so you don’t get it wet. How much of this is extensions?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t even know there were such things and didn’t know how they made it seem longer.”
“How much did Mr. Moneybags pay for the work?”
“I don’t know. Everything came to around four thou.”
“The skirt suit was nine hundred and the blouse was nearly two. The jewelry was more than both of those put together. The breasts were about four hundred. Oh, the perfume was another tidy little sum. Then there’s all the under things and the shoes and hair and makeup and purse and whatever. At least the watch was under a hundred. He wanted my appearance to make an impression on the studio people.”
“Just that little one, Magic.”
“Which Magic? There’s two of them in film and television.”
“Magical Lensmasters Productions, Ltd.”
“Oh.” She said in the way someone might say ‘take out the trash’.
“Well, not everyone gets a speaking part at Rainbow.” I pointed out to her defensively. “I will still make some stunt fees as well as the normal fees for the role itself. I can’t help it if I haven’t got the talent to do a speaking part at Rainbow. I think you got a really good break and if they like your work, you could wind up in other parts with them. I heard if they sign you for the year as a supporting actor or actress that they even have medical coverage for everyone, not just the leads.”
“I have medical for as long as my part exists, which I hope is the entire season.”
“Congratulations.” I said this a bit sarcastically and she picked up on it right away.
“Shut up and get into bed. I need to be up early.... and it wouldn’t hurt you to practice walking in heels a bit more. You don’t wiggle properly and your heels aren’t clicking all the time. You’re not walking on your toes when you wear heels are you?”
“Gee; where have I heard that before?” I grumped before lying down trying to get comfortable.
“Put your arm up under your head like this.”
“It isn’t my arm that’s in the way.”
“Either lie on your back or put your arm under your head.”
I didn’t move quickly enough to suit her so she pushed me onto my back and then cuddled against me.
“Umm, we should have given you these before. They make nice pillows.”
After a difficult night, Candy awakened me early since she needed to head off to Rainbow half an hour earlier than normal. Something about re-shooting a scene as well as doing the one originally scheduled for today’s shooting. They normally were a few days ahead of the air date but once in a while things managed to get a little hectic. A few times they actually aired ‘live’ due to various reasons which made the taping unacceptable. I didn’t think anyone did that anymore.
“While you’re out today, Dennis, pick up some more stockings. One pair isn’t going to last and I’m not loaning you any of mine. And some panties and a couple of bras too.” She gave me a kiss and rushed for the door, “See you this evening, cutie.”
That’s all I needed, my girlfriend was telling me to buy stockings and bras and they’re supposed to be for me.
I dressed carefully only snagging my stockings once but it was high up in the stronger part so it wasn’t running so long as I didn’t. A joke, a joke, take it easy. I kidded Candy about that once and she patiently explained it all to me, just after she biffed me one.
You don’t happen to know her e-mail address now do you? All I need is for someone I don’t know to tell Candy to biff me. Hey, it’s my stocking that has the hole in it, not yours. I can make a joke about myself if I want to.
I went out shopping shortly before noon so I’d have plenty of time before I needed to see Jacob. The bras were no problem. I got the size off the one I was wearing yesterday. The stockings were a bit more of a problem. There were no sizes on them and I didn’t have the box they came in. I’m not made of money so I opted for not getting any temporarily until I could learn from Brooke what size I wore. God this was so embarrassing. Asking a girl what size stockings I wear like it’s an everyday occurrence wasn’t high on my list of fun things to do.
I took my bag holding my purchases, no I’m not going to say it again, and made my way to the store where we purchased the breast forms. There they provided the cutting agent and more adhesive. They checked my hair and said it was all human so nothing special was needed for that except a good shampoo and conditioner. I figured since I was nearly right next to Nieman Marcus I could go in to look at more earrings but had a severe case of sticker shock so I made my way out again. It was one thirty when I got outside only to discover I had missed the bus so I was forced to cop a taxi to get to Jacob’s offices, arriving shortly before two. Upon checking in with Alice I learned she had the copy of the contract which I needed to peruse. Sitting in the waiting room I began going through it.
Jacob had made some changes here and there, such as getting extra pay for the stunts while still collecting that owed me for the normal performance. Not a lot of changes but he did make certain the part I was concerned about was in there as well as a medical clause since this contract was effectively taking the place of my standard stunt contract. In fact, he had taken the more important stunt clauses and added them to this contact. That added four extra pages. By the time I finished reading, it was nearly a quarter of three and it looked to me like he had pretty much covered all the bases. He even had an extra hours offset and listed a training time requirement without stipulating exactly how much time so I could learn to work with the wings before I began doing any stunts requiring their use. The only thing which seemed a little funny was a clause in the contract concerning maternal leave. No, he didn’t add it. I figured if anything he would have deleted that.
I wondered if I could somehow invoke it and take time off if Candy got pregnant? That'd be a kick. Candy gets pregnant and her husband takes the maternity leave. So.... I’ve got a weird sense of humor. I okay’d the contract then Alice had me initial it on each page.
“Do I need to see him?”
“No. He just wanted you to look over the contract and point out any concerns as well as see the stuff he added.”
“Looks okay to me. He’s the agent so he would have a better feel for anything out of line. When does he want to see me again? I’m clear until Tuesday next week and then I have a three day stunt gig unless we happen to finish early.”
“I’ll check with him and call you with the information. You going to be in town?”
“Yes. Not necessarily at home all the time but here in town. At least until that gig I mentioned.”
“I’ll call, and leave a message if you don’t answer.”
“Good enough. See you next week sometime. Remind him Tuesday through Thursday are out for me.”
“Got it.” She winked, “Give your girl friend a hello for me. Is she still working that show at Rainbow?”
I don’t know where she gets her information but she certainly has her finger on the pulse of the business, “Yep. Small part, but consistent. See you later.”
She waved offhandedly toward the door, her mind already on something else, as I let myself out to find my way to the bus stop. No, I wasn’t wearing the skirt. I had the jeans and a nice green print blouse on today and was wearing heels with them which made it look a bit more classy. I also looked more feminine since my hair was brushed down similar to the way they did it in the salon. I wasn’t made of money so the taxi rides were hurting my pocketbook a bit. I’d need to take the bus the rest of the month to make up for them.
In addition to Candy and I being an ‘item,’ we discovered we liked many of the same things thus we enjoyed each others company. Moving in together to save on expenses seemed like a natural thing to do. That allowed us each to begin to make some modest savings so we could do thing such as take that occasional taxi ride. I’ve had two in two days. My savings and income weren’t quite up to doing that on a daily basis.
Candy had a bit part which paid her a consistent if small income. My parts paid a lot better but there were a lot of stunt people out there so I didn’t work quite so frequently. We seemed to average out about the same. Lately my stunt work had been occurring more frequently. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind since in most of the roles I was portraying a woman but the pay was the thing. Sometimes I think Jacob slipped them a ‘mickey’ and got me the pay for one step above my ‘level of expertise’. The alternative was he’s socking them for the female rate which was a little higher. Women still pulled a bit more since there were fewer of them and they were more in demand. I suppose once the playing field leveled out and there were as many women as there were men then they would be paid less than the men just like most other professions. I still can’t understand that. If they can do the job why shouldn’t they be paid the same rate? I don’t get it but it’s working in my favor at the moment so I’m not going to argue. Heck, once there were more women then I’d likely be out of a job.
I turned my mind to the contract again, wondering if Jacob would be sending it back to the studio today or if it would be tomorrow. He would probably have Alice type it all up so it looked clean. That might give them a little more difficulty figuring out where we made the changes. Some of it would be a bit obvious since the contract would be four pages longer than it started out to be. Getting paid extra for the stunt work would hit them a little hard but that meant I could salt away the regular pay and maybe even some of the stunt pay. Cool.
As it was, with me presently only working two to four days a week (if that) I’m the one who winds up cleaning and cooking most of the time. If the contract is accepted then I’d probably be working five days a week. That could make it a little tough on us for a while. Although Candy loves to cook she usually gets home absolutely beat. Weekends though, the kitchen was hers.
That reminded me, I needed to remember to pick up a red to go with the meal tonight.
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