Chapter #5Orcess by: Yote   Shawn snorted with laughter. The new photograph had been taken in what looked to be the costume department, and showed Olga Dubrovsky posing in front of racks of clothes. She was slathered in green paint from head to foot, with only One Million Years B.C.-style loincloth and tattered bra to cover her modesty. Evidently she'd undergone breast augmentation since quitting professional bodybuilding and her large, spherical, fake-looking boobs stood out from her chest like two melons glued to a washboard. A pair of tusks jutted from her jaw. All in all, she looked absurd, but something about the way she posed - crouched, snarling and reaching for camera with bestial menace - suggested that she was treating her role with absolute seriousness.
Shawn wandered through into his bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He shifted his gaze back and forth between the phone and his reflection as he gradually shifted his body and face to match Olga's. Normally he shifted into an identical copy of the actor or actress he would be doubling for then tweaked it, just enough to look different, but close enough to bear a remarkable resemblance. Half-way through the transformation, as his spine stretched and his shoulders broadened, he realised he was at risk of tearing his shirt. He paused the changes long enough to squirm out of his now-tight clothing, and continued morphing in the nude.
Olga was not a pretty woman by any stretch of the imagination. It wasn't that Shawn didn't like muscular girls - working in the stunt business, he knew and had personally lusted after numerous women who were into their bodybuilding - but Olga had an ugliness that seemed to come from within. He suspected that the only reason she'd got the part was on the back of her recent reality TV show, Russian About USA, a program (from what little Shawn had seen of it) where Olga traveled across America attempting to start up her own chain of gyms, verbally and violently bullying seemingly everybody under her employ.
His breasts inflated like balloons. "At least I may as well keep you," Shawn said to his penis. Certainly nobody would be surprised to find he was packing with a body like this. He examined himself. Happy that he matched Ms Dubrovsky exactly, he began to add little changes - a thinner nose, lower eyebrows, resculpted chin. He darkened the skin tone a little - it would hardly matter since they'd both be painted green - and shook out the bleached yellow of the hair to a more natural shade, since he'd mostly likely be wearing the same shaggy, black wig as her. He eased up a little on the musculature, though concerned that it made him look too feminine (actresses never liked it when their stunt doubles were prettier than themselves) he added extra droop to his boobs and buttocks.
Adding the final touches, he rang Becca.
"Hi Shawn. Did you get those pictures I sent you?"
"Uh huh. Just finished changing."
"Great! Listen, this is short notice, but I've managed to arrange a meeting with the casting director and Olga. Do you think you can come round to mine in an hour?"
"Uh, maybe. If I can something that'll fit," Shawn muttered, throwing open his wardrobe. It contained hundreds of pieces of clothing for all sorts of body types, men, women, fat, thin, even a selection of pet collars, but nothing that would fit his current physique that wasn't intended for a man. "I don't suppose you have anything in extra extra extra... extra large, do you?"
"Shawn, don't say that, she's not that big," Becca chided him sternly.
"Oh, come on. She looks like a pig in a wig."
"Shawn! Just because a woman has a little extra muscle doesn't make her ugly! Besides we can't all be like you - most of us don't have the luxury of being able to change their body shape every five minutes. If that's the way God made her then there's nothing wrong with that."
"I don't think it was God that made her look the way she does," Shawn replied. "More like a big syringe of testosterone."
Becca sighed down the phone. "Just don't say any of this stuff at the meeting, okay? She's probably a really, really nice person."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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