A Female Porn Star

Butterflies filled Trixie's stomach as she wheeled herself into a rather plain room. She still couldn't believe what she had signed up for. At 27, Trixie Dixx had been at the top of the adult industry. Sure, her blonde lockes, enhanced bust and tattooed frame were alluring, but not necessarily a novelty. It was her dirty talking and wild nature on set that gained her notoriety. Then, it was all taken away from her. A car accident had left her paralyzed from the waist down. Unable to walk or work, Trixie sunk into a deep depression for the past six months. Then, she received a call that would change her life.

"Trixie, this is Dr. Singh.", Hugo Large's voice boomed from behind her. He looked like a typical Porn Producer, dressed in a suit and doused in enough cologne to mask the nature of his business," It's thanks to him that you can get back in the business.

Trixie nodded. Even though she wouldn't be performing as herself, she had still done her make up. Her injected lips were permanently pouty, her hair fresh from a dye job. Her pink track suit made her look like a wheelchair Barbie. She reached up and shook Dr. Singh's hand, but her gaze shifted to a helmet," Is that what males all this possible?", she asked.

"Yes, Miss... Dixx", Dr. Singh replied, hesitating to utter her stage name," the Lync Helmet here will project your mind into the host's body".

"And where is she?", Trixie cocked an eyebrow.

"She's in the next room.", the Doctor answered," Since this is professional, we thought it was best for the two of you not to have a relationship".

Trixie was even more perplexed now," Is she going to know what I'm doing in her body?". Trixie had no problem shooting porn, but it would be a bit weird if someone was along for the ride in her head.

"No, not at all!", Singh reassured her," The host has a chip in her spine that will supplant her consciousness with yours. Think of it as you driving the car while she takes a nap in the back. She will have no memory of the shoot.".

"And your body will be safe and sound here", Hugo interjected, patting Trixie on the shoulder," So what do you say, baby girl? You ready to do what you do best?"

Trixie slowly nodded," I already signed the paper work". She tries to keep her breathing under control as Dr. Singh fitted with the helmet and then went over to his computer. Hugo left so that he could greet Trixie in her new body. Who was this woman she was about to possess? What did she look like and why was she willing to let someone have sex in camera in her body? Trixie was too deep in her own thoughts to hear Dr. Singh's count down. She suddenly felt light headed before becoming overwhelmed and blacking out.