The Price Of Fame by Jessica Storm part 2

My first week was tough. Kim had me doing more cardio then I had ever done in my life. I was not allowed to go near men's weights at all. In fact I didn't use any weight. Just toning and directing for weeks. By months end I had lost 35 lbs and was looking very thin. But I felt great and full of energy for what ever was coming next.

So the next day I had a meeting with the wardrobe department. They were the ones that were going to determine my image and look. The first woman I met with I was in love with. She was drop dead gorgeous and said that her and I were going to become good “girl friends.” I assumed she meant to say “friends” but did think it was strange. She smile and went to grab outfits for me to try on while another woman started measuring my waist.

I said; “What are you doing?”

She she smiled and said “You'll see.”

In 2 minutes she came out with a corset and was very excited to put it on me. I asked why I need to wear it, and she explained that it was a very important part of my training.

“Training?”

“Yes” she exclaimed, “You need to figure train your waist to achieve a more feminine appearance.”

Then she tightly laced me in so hard that I could barley breath. Next truck loads of women's clothing showed up at my dressing room. Everything from bras, to high heels and pantyhose, to gowns and cocktail dresses. Then after finding the perfect fitting outfit, I was sent to make up.

The woman who did my make up kept telling me how pretty and feminine my features were for a boy. She also loved my lips and put this stuff on them that permanently swelled them up like a porn star. When I walked out I couldn't believe that the sexy woman in the mirror was even me. I began to feel and act very different as well. Most of the changes were very slight in the beginning, but over time I began to notice changes in my body.

One thing was clear, my facial hair along with all the hair in my body was becoming very thin and disappearing all together in most places.The hair on my head was becoming very thick and silky and growing like a weed. I just assumed it was from the diet the physical trainer had put me on. It was a series of shakes and vitamins, and an occasional shot which she said was for healthy skin.

Six months had gone by and I was done recording my album. Now it was finally time for my debut single to be released. I did a series of pictures with a photographer a week before, and didn't really think much about it other than I had a lot of fun playing dress up. The photographer had me wear some pretty sexy outfits, and kept telling me how pretty I looked, so I thought I would try and act sexy for some shots. He told me they were mainly just some test shots anyway, and that know one would seem them.

So that next week I'm driving in my car, and I hear my song on the radio! Wow I thought i can't believe I finally have my music being played to thousands of people! I was so excited! Then I saw a huge bill board off the highway of some really hot looking girl wearing pink lingerie with this long blonde hair. I thought; “Wow, I can't wait to see her she looks hot!” Then as get closer to the bill board, my jaw drops open and my heart beat speeds up a hundreds miles an hour.

“Oh my god! Its Me!!! How could they do this? I thought the pictures were just for fun.”

I drove to Vixen records, and just as I walk in everyone in the office is congratulating me.

I said; “For what?”

Then Keri hands me a big check and says for being our new #1 artist. I looked at the check and couldn't believe it was made out to Jessica Storm. I said; “But Keri, how am i going to cash this?”

She said; “Relax, this who you are now, you are Jessica Storm the rock n roll super star on Vixen records.”

“This is just my stage name right?”

Keri brings me in the office and has me sit down.

“Listen Jessica, no one can see you out of wardrobe because it will blow your career. You are going to be a huge success and we have a concert planned for you at the end of the month and a world tour. Now that pay check I gave you today is one of many to come, but you are part of the label and this is what we agreed on in your contract. Now I think you should ride this out as long as you can, and after you've made enough money and you want to get out just let us know. But for now you are binded to your contract with Vixen records. So in order not to take chances, the girls hooked you up with a whole new wardrobe. Not to worry, you don't have to wear a dress everyday, but you will only be seen as Jessica from now on. Got it? This means regular nail and hair salon visits as well. So go home and celebrate and rest up for the show.”

I was now really scared about what I got myself into, but at the same time I can't afford to pay back the label for the money they spent on me. When I go home I find my house has been complete pimped out by Barbie. Everything is pink and yellow and very feminine looking. First thing I do is open my sock drawer to see what's in there .To my surprise, its all nylons and stockings, fishnet pantyhose and little ankle socks with white lace. Next I open the under wear drawer and it's over flowing with silk panties, thongs and lacey pretty bras!

Feeling over whelmed I decide I better get some sleep if I want to perform. When I wake up, I find myself in a long, pink, silk gown. I don't know how I got it, but its obviously lingerie that I was not wearing when i went to bed. I scrambled to get up and find the clothes that I was wearing earlier. They are no where to be found, and I have no choice but to put on some of the girl clothes the ladies had bought for me. Suddenly there is a knock at the door its my publicist. She says; “Jessica, lets go. I booked you to perform on Good Morning America.”

At this point my head is spinning around and I still can't believe how fast everything is going. Let alone the fact that I have to dress as a girl now. Before I know it I'm on a plane and landing in New York. There is a mob of people snapping pictures of me, and I am basically rushed up on stage to perform. When I'm nervous I seem to perform better for some reason, and I put on an outstanding show. Everyone is raving about how sexy and talented I am, but it still hasn't hit me that I'm impersonating a woman.

In the weeks to follow my stage outfits become sexier and sexier. At one point I am only wearing a one piece body suit, fishnets with high leather boots. I'm actually now completely use to my role as a woman, and working the stage as I would think a woman would. After several weeks into the tour, I began to get dressed in my dressing room when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing was actually me! There, pushing up and out of my body suit was this cleavage. At first I thought I had my fake boobs in, since this was the norm. But then I realized I hadn't put them in yet.

“Oh my God! I have boobs!”

As I stepped back and began to look more closely at my figure, I noticed that I also had an hour glass figure. Not unusual if I was wearing my corset. But then I noticed the corset lying over the chair. As I stared even further I began to notice that there was no trace of masculinity any where on my body. I had no facial hair,no body hair, and very long, toned, smooth legs. Come to think of it, I hadn't shaved them in weeks and my hair was beautiful.

I was even acting and moving very gracefully, and noticed my hips swaying when I walked. I was so concerned with performing, and the music side of it, that I never even realized what the whole Diva act was doing to me.

As it turns out the daily shakes and vitamins, along with shot for my skin were actually female hormones. I had been taking them this whole time not even realizing. I was a woman! And a very sexy one at that! As I stormed out of the dressing room, I tried to be as manly as I could be, but notice myself strutting instead of walking. Never the less I pulled Keri aside and confronted her, and she began to laugh!

“What are you laughing at?”

“Jessica my dear, women would pay millions to have a body like yours so why the fuss? Besides, look at how happy you are now? You're a rich bitch lol.”

“That's it” I said, “I'm quitting the show!”

“Not so fast girl friend. You signed a legal contract. If you decide to expose the fact that you use to be a boy there will be trouble! For one thing, no one will believe you, and Vixen records will sue you and you'll be a homeless bitch with nothing but the bra on your back!”

After I realized the twisted plan to make money at my expense, I did come to the conclusion that I was living the life I always wanted. I could never go back to being poor, and besides it was more fun wearing girl's clothes. I guess I enjoyed the dress up part so much that i never noticed myself becoming a woman.

I began to take another look at my body in the mirror. Full hips, a tiny waist, and a bust to die for! I was a Barbie doll! I was the woman of my dreams, only in the flesh. I guess there is a price for fame, life's a bitch and so am I

Bye

Jessica Storm