The role of a lifetime 09

After a busy month of salon and clinic trips, where Britt had felt like he was a character on one of those real housewives shows, the first day of the audition was almost upon him.

His bags were packed and as he sat applying the finishing touches to his makeup the reality of the situation was dawning on him. This wasn’t going to be like a shopping trip or a night out in a restaurant, the casting crew would be scrutinizing every inch of his appearance and judging his performance to the minute detail. Could he really pull this off? Not just enough to fool them into thinking he was a real woman, but to actually convince them to put him through to the next stage of the audition process.

Britt had his doubts, but it was too late to back out now, in 20 minutes, Victoria and Jim would be arriving to pick them up after it had been decided they should all travel down to the audition together, so they could keep an eye on each other’s progress.

With a final flick of the wand, Britt smeared his plump lips, with a generous coating of lip gloss, mesmerized by how full and enticing they looked, thanks to all the filler injections at the clinic. He stood up, raked his long red nails through his long blonde hair to tease a few wayward curls into place, straightened the hem of his short blue and white vertically striped dress, and took one final look in the mirror.

He didn’t see Britt anymore, the person staring back at him perched on top of towering wedge ankle boots looked nothing like the old him. He was now Brittany St’ Clare, a young ambitious wannabe movie star, who would do whatever it took to make her dream a reality, Britt was just along for the ride.

“Brittany, they’re here”, shouted Natalia from downstairs, “are you ready”?

“OK”, he shouted back in his feminine voice, “coming”.

He smiled at the blonde bombshell in the mirror and as expected she smiled back, “go time”, he thought to himself, picking up his designer handbag before trotting off across the room, to make his way downstairs.

As Britt carefully navigated the perilous steps of the staircase, the sight of Natalia and Victoria chatting by the front door with Jim stood silently beside them with his head down, came into view. "Wow", he thought to himself, looking over at his friend, dressed more casually than the last time they had seen each other, but still a knockout.

The first thing he, noticed was Jim’s new hair, now dyed platinum blonde like his own, which was shocking to see but not unexpected as the character profile of Gabriella stated that she had long blonde hair. Looking down past the hair, the next thing he noticed was how slim Jim now looked, in his little striped top and denim shorts, it was staggering how much weight he had lost as Britt knew, thanks to his own rigorous exercise and dieting, how difficult it must have been for him.

As he approached the final step, Britt looked on as Jim slowly lift his head, as a beautiful, perfectly made-up face, revealed itself from beneath the masses of curly blonde locks.

Britt gasped almost missing the step, grabbing the bannister to steady himself. Like himself, he guessed Jim had also been a frequent visitor to the clinic over the last month as he looked so feminine only a crazy person would ever suggest he was really a man, but that wasn’t the most shocking part for Britt, that was down to the very realistic looking cleavage spilling out of Jim’s low cut striped bustier-style top, and from Britt’s vantage point on the stairs above him, he could clearly see they were real. He shook his head not quite believing his friend, like him had enhanced his chest, realising how much they had both changed.

“Are those real”? Britt demanded as he stepped down onto the hallway floor with a loud clomp.

“Hello to you too, Brittney, polite as ever I see”, Jim replied with a smile, “oh, you mean these”, he said grabbing his pert little breast with his hands, wrapping his long-nailed fingers around the two mounds before giving them a little squeeze, “they feel real unless I’m dreaming”, he giggled.

Stunned by the reply, Britt just stood there for a moment staring, “but… I… how could you have done it at such short notice”?

Victoria who had been listening in, looked across at him, “oh come on Brittney, you know if you’ve got the money, you can get anything done, they were quite an expense mind you, but they have turned rather spectacularly”.

It was Natalia’s turn to chime in, “well they may look good, but they’re not half as good as Brittney’s. Britney, pull down your top a little and show them"? She said expectantly.

“What? No, I’m not pulling down my top”, he said firmly, “can we just get going already, before I lose my mind, I feel like I'm living in a madhouse these days”.

Natalia opened her mouth to say something but then thought twice, “fine, let's get going then, we have a long drive ahead of us and we want to arrive before it gets dark anyway”.

An hour later in the back seat of the car

“So, Jem, do you know the script”? Britt asked his friend.

“Of course, and I bet I know it much better than you”, came the reply.

“Ha, not a chance, I know every line and every mannerism off by heart, by this point, I practically know Gabriella as if she was my sister”, Britt replied, sounding all cocky and arrogant.

“Well, I also know the script and the mannerisms, and I know Gabriella so well, I sometimes dream I am her”, Jim shot back.

“But I know her so well…”, “Can you two stop bickering and give it a rest”, Victoria announced loudly from the driver's seat, “you’re both giving me a headache”, she said turning on the radio to drown them out,

Britt turned to face Jim who stuck out his tongue in a childish manner. Britt shook his head, if his friend wanted to act like a child, two could play at that game, he thought.

Two hours later, pulling into a roadside service station to refuel and use the restrooms, Victoria watched as Jim and Britt, trotted past the fuel pumps on their tall wedge shoes, their blonde hair blowing all over the place in the wind, as they continued to argue. Waiting for them to enter the building, she turned to Natalia, “so, how is he getting on really? does he hate this as much as Jim”?

“Oh, yeah, he’s hating every minute of it”, Natalia replied smiling, “you know when you first told me not to cancel the bet and to go through with all this, I thought you were crazy, but I’m so glad I listened to you, that pig is getting the punishment he deserves and I'm loving watching it”.

“I know, it’s been tough pretending, I hate your guts, but it’s worth it to see that cheating arsehole, get his comeuppance”, Victoria said smiling back.

“I know, I mean, did those two arseholes think they could just go off on all those business trip and sleep around with whoever they wanted thinking we wouldn’t find out”? Natalia replied, "how stupid do they think we are”?

“Well, they’re going to find out we’re not as naïve and gullible as they think, this next few days should be fun, “Victoria said, squeezing Natalia’s hand gently, “are you ok to fill the car up? I need to use the bathroom and I’ll check on our two movie stars while I’m at it”.

“Of course,”, Natalia replied, “oh, and grab me a juice while you’re in there”.

After asking where the bathrooms were, Victoria made her way through the roadside service station thinking about the audition and wondered if Jim would actually get chosen, not that it mattered as she and Natalia were planning to leave as soon as the bet was over, sue for damages and split the money between them.

Seeing a sign for the bathroom, she entered through a doorway, immediately hearing the familiar sound of arguing from the bottom of the stairs and instantly recognising the voices, “unbelievable”, she thought to herself, “those two are still going at it”.

She stopped where she was and waited as she heard the clomp of heavy footsteps coming towards her, “no way, I’m much more graceful”, “you graceful, give me a break…”, uh hum, hi girls, what are you arguing about”? Victoria asked as Jim and Britt thumped up the stairs, squabbling away, oblivious to her presence”.

Jim looked up, “oh hey, Vic, nothing really, it's just Brittney here thinks she’s better at modelling than me, I told her that’s crazy, you know my Instagram has loads more followers than her”.

“That’s because you post pictures in slutty outfits, it’s got nothing to do with your modelling”, Britt replied angrily.

“Slutty, who are you calling slutty, you skank”, Jim shouted back.

“Stop”, Victoria screamed causing the two feminized men to jump, “no more arguing, please. I tell you what, we’ll settle this with a contest, I know how much you two like a good contest. You two give me your best pose and I’ll take a picture, we'll post it on Instagram and let the people vote for a winner, ok”? she said as the two men nodded.

“Ok let me just get my phone," Victoria said diving into her purse", ok here it is, ready”? she said pointing it towards them. “ok in 3,2…”.

As she started to countdown the two crossdressed men started to scramble, Britt moved first, stepping forward, turning to the side, and lifting his right foot off the ground. But not to be outdone, Jim made his move, barging in front of Britt, giving him a light elbow in the gut as he passed, before lifting his own leg in a similar pose, staring down the lens pouting just as the flash went off.

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The arguing and bickering continued for the rest of the trip and as they arrived at their hotel around 5 pm, Natalia and Victoria were at their wit's end and needed some space. So, after checking in, for their three-night stay, and locating their rooms, Natalia turned to Britt, “Victoria and I are going to walk around for a while, get some air”.

Britt turned with a surprised look on his face, “really? With her? I thought you guys hated each other? And what am I supposed to do”?

“We do, but I'm sure we can put our differences aside for a few hours, we have lots to talk about with the audition coming up tomorrow”, she replied innocently, “you can spend the time getting ready for dinner, you don’t want to get outdone by Jim again do you”?

Britt pouted, “again? Do you think he looks better than me”? He asked, worriedly looking down and fussing with his short dress.

Natalia looked at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of her and forced a smile, “come on, babe, don’t worry about that now, the past is the past, why don’t you do your hair just like we practised, wear that new white dress and throw on your new Louboutins, imagine the look on his face when he sees you tonight, you'll knock his socks off".

“Yeah, you’re right”, Britt stated confidently, “I’ll show him what he’s up against”.

“Good girl, now I’ll be back in a few hours, you get yourself dolled up”, She said before stepping out of the room, taking out her phone and text Victoria, "Vicky, hey, I'm finally free, meet you in that bar we saw by the entrance, the first round of cocktails is on me".

With Natalia’s words fresh in his mind, Britt went straight to work, his plan to make himself look more beautiful than he had ever looked before.

First, he took a shower making sure to shave every inch of his body smooth, before washing and conditioning his long hair to make it shine. Out of the shower, he sat on the bed and rubbed a generous amount of moisturiser into his tingling skin, still surprised at how soft and sensitive it felt these days, especially around his new breasts, which he had to admit, felt rather pleasant when massaged.

The next few hours went by in a blur as Britt, painted, tweezed, and curled in an effort to look his best, he even decided to experiment a little with the bronzer, like he had seen in a makeup tutorial, coating his body from head to toe in an effort to give him a bronzed goddess look. When he received the text from Natalia, saying she would be back in 5 minutes, he barely had time to squeeze into his designer mini dress and slip his feet into his new ultra-tall peep toe platform pumps, before hearing the handle of the hotel room start to open.

Seeing the door to the room start to open, Britt dashed as quickly as he could on his new stilt-like shoes, over to a nearby chair, where he quickly sat down crossing his legs mid-thigh, looking up just as Natalia entered the room, “so, what do you think”? he announced proudly with a huge smile on his painted red lips, “did I do a good job”?

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