Date with Kyle

I woke up early in the morning, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Today was the day of my date with Kyle, and Clea had already started preparing me for it. As soon as I got out of bed, I made my way to Clea's room, where she was already waiting for me.

"Good morning, Jazmine. Are you excited for your date tonight?" Clea asked.

"I'm nervous, to be honest. I've never been on a date as a woman before," I replied, feeling a bit uneasy.

"That's understandable. But don't worry, I'll help you every step of the way," Clea reassured me with a smile.

Clea went on to give me some tips on how to keep things romantic, how to let him make the first move, and how to respond to his advances. She also told me that if he leaned in for a kiss, I had to kiss him back.

"I don't know if I can do that, Clea. It's just...weird. I mean, I'm still a man," I said, feeling disgusted at the thought of getting intimate with a man as a man.

"I understand that it might be uncomfortable for you, but think of it as an acting exercise. You're playing a woman, and a woman would kiss her date back. You need to be convincing," Clea explained.

After a long conversation, Clea took me to her bedroom, where we started practicing kissing. It felt awkward and uncomfortable when thinking about it as Jazmine, but erotic and arousing when thinking about it as Jackson, but Clea was patient and encouraging either way. We practiced multiple times, and she gave me tips on how to kiss like a woman.

"Relax your lips a bit more, Jazmine. You're tensing up too much. And try to breathe through your nose," Clea instructed.

I tried my best to follow her advice and gradually started feeling more comfortable. After a while, I was actually enjoying the practice and even started to get a bit excited about my date.

Once the practice was over, I headed to my room to get ready. I picked out a black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, paired with some strappy heels. I decided to keep my makeup simple, with a subtle smokey eye and a light pink lip gloss.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel proud of how far I had come. I was still a man, but as Jazmine, I was able to embody the essence of a woman, even down to the way I kissed. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

I took a deep breath and headed out the door, ready to face the evening ahead.

I arrived at the restaurant where Kyle was waiting for me. He stood up as I approached the table, looking handsome in his suit. I couldn't deny that he was attractive, but the thought of being with a man made my stomach churn.

"Jazmine, you look beautiful," he said, kissing my hand.

I **** a smile, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "Thank you, Kyle. You look nice as well."

We sat down, and Kyle ordered us some wine. I sipped on it slowly, trying to calm my nerves. Kyle was a nice guy, but I just couldn't see myself being attracted to him.

"So, how's it been working with Clea?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"It's been great," I replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

"I bet you're learning a lot from her. She's one of the best in the business," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I said, trying to keep up the small talk.

Kyle continued to talk about his acting career, his latest projects, and his personal life. I found myself nodding along and giving short answers, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I was on a date with a man, and how repulsed I felt at the thought of being intimate with him.

As the night went on, Kyle grew more flirty, touching my hand and leaning in closer to me. I felt my heart race, not knowing how to react. I wanted to pull away, but I knew Clea would be disappointed if I didn't at least try to flirt back.

At the end of the night, Kyle walked me to Clea's car and leaned in for a kiss. I felt sick to my stomach as his lips touched mine, and I pulled away quickly.

"I had a great time tonight, Jazmine. Let's do this again soon," he said, grinning.

I **** a smile and nodded, feeling relieved that the night was over. As I drove home, I couldn't help but feel like a fraud. I was pretending to be someone I wasn't, and it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

I got home and changed out of my dress, feeling relieved to be back in my own skin. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that the person staring back at me was a far cry from the person I used to be. I didn't recognize myself anymore, and I wasn't sure if I liked who I was becoming.

After the awkward date with Kyle, as soon as I walked through the door, Clea could sense something was off.

"What happened, Jazmine? How was your date with Kyle?" she asked me, looking concerned.

I sighed deeply and sat down on the couch next to her. "It was terrible, Clea. I felt so uncomfortable the entire time. I just couldn't bring myself to kiss him."

Clea's expression changed from concern to frustration. "Jazmine, we've been over this. If you're going to play the part of a woman, you need to act like one. That means being comfortable with flirting and kissing men."

"I know, I know," I said, feeling guilty. "But it's just so hard. I'm not attracted to men, and it feels wrong to pretend otherwise."

Clea let out a deep sigh. "I understand that, but we don't have much of a choice here. Hollywood is a cutthroat business, and if we want to make it, we need to play the game. You can't afford to be prudish."

I nodded, knowing she was right. "I'll try harder next time. I just need some time to get used to all of this."

Clea gave me a small smile. "I know you will, Jazmine. Just remember, I'm here to help you every step of the way."

We spent the rest of the night discussing my date with Kyle and how I could improve my technique when it came to flirting with men. Clea was patient and understanding, but I could sense that she was still a little frustrated with me.

As the night wore on, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. The pressure of pretending to be someone I'm not was starting to take its toll. I was exhausted from constantly thinking about my appearance and behavior. It felt like I was putting on a show every time I stepped out of the door.

But I knew I couldn't give up. I had come too far to quit now. So, I took a deep breath and reminded myself of my goal: to make it in Hollywood and live out my dream.

As I laid in bed that night, I couldn't help but reflect on how far I had come. I had transformed myself into someone completely different, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was losing a part of myself.

I couldn't help but wonder, would I ever be able to find a balance between my old self and my new persona? Or was I destined to lose myself completely in this Hollywood game?

Only time would tell.