Futher preparations for "her" debut

James had another look at the movie set around him, only with slightly more limited vision this time, not to mention his vision was through the eyes of a robot girl. Getting nervous, James hoped no one could guess who he was. The woman had called him... "Jamie" right? Best stick with that name and hope no one saw him when he got out of this getup, just get this over and done wi.... whoa.....

The movie set had been transformed. While before it had been populated by regular film crew members, now it was full of creatures of all shapes and sizes. There was a wolf guy, a cylindrical tank with globs in it that seemed to light up like a big lava lamp, some girls in pastel PVC, a huge tall brown haired creature, some tiny mouse-like creatures on the bar (puppets? Animatronics?) and those were just the ones James immediately saw. This was impressive, maybe he wouldn't stand out so much after all looking like this! Just play it cool, not like he needed to tell anyone he was in this film.

"First time on a set?" James turned to the voice that came from beside him, one of the people who had helped him to set. The voice came from a brown and black catgirl! She had the heels, tail, ears through the hair, whiskers on her face, gloves with simple claws, and even the cat eye contact lenses, all in a seductive outfit that put her body on best display. Yet despite this, she acted as casual as anything.

"Um, yes, and first time as a robot too." James made a weak effort to keep his voice high, not sure if it made a difference or not, but at the same time not wanting to be too obvious.

"You look great, don't worry. Sorry if you wanted to show your face though."

"I think hiding my face is... okay for now. But you look really good too."

"Oh meow, thank you!" she said with a casual smile. She is hot, thought James, maybe if I can catch her after the shoot....

"PLACES PEOPLE," a man with a short beard, clipboard and a headset strode up to them with a very clear purpose

"Sure," said the catgirl, "I'll go to where I need to be just as soon as I know where it is."

"There's a bowl of milk on the bar counter. Will you be ready to lap it up when the cameras roll?"

"Certainly," she said with a smile, and walked off. Dammit I never got her name, thought James.

"And you..." he said to James. Suddenly James realised he was on his own (seemed the other person who helped him had wandered off). The man stared/glared at James, or rather, at James' polished feminine exterior, and after a moment, he yelled out "MICHAEL!"

A slightly overweight, bespectacled, red headed and bearded man sauntered over and beheld James' form with a slobbering gaze. "Andrea... oh... this is wonderful!"

"Andrea?" asked the first guy.

"Just what we call her."

"I've never heard Samantha call her that, and she designed her."

"I probably spent more time working on her than she did, I'll call her whatever works."

"Whatever, just get her ready and into position."

James was wondering how to respond to this, the part where they referred to him by a female name (second time today), or how they acted his costume was more of a person than he was. He thought of speaking up, but the moment was taken out of his hands when Michael reached forward.

"Let's see here, need to fit this in properly...." Michael reached towards James' neck. James almost recoiled, but Michael seemed to grab something and... *click*

Suddenly, the bottom jaw of the helmet seemed to pull upwards against his chin and jam into place. Michael kept moving around him and with lots more clicks and snaps, he could feel the neck of the outfit tighten and felt the helmet being secured to the rest of the body. Feeling uncomfortable, James went to say something to ease the mood, but to his horror found he couldn't open his mouth. With another pulled strap, the mask of the helmet pressed into his face. On the plus side, he could suddenly see more now, but his whole face, including his mouth, were now smoshed against the mask. He could still breath through his nose but obviously James had to raise an objection.

"NNnnnnnnngggh," he said with effort.

"Ah, you like that? A few more things and you'll be perfect."

Michael went to town the gynoid shell, tightening, clipping, adjusting. Before it had just been the midsection, but now it seemed like every part of the outfit was pressing against James. Finally, Michael stepped back and admired his work.

"Now, how does that feel?"

James moved his arms about and tried lifting his legs. Previously the outfit had just hung from his body like loose jumpsuit, now it felt molded to his body. In some ways it felt stiffer and some of his full range of movements were limited, but in other respects his movement felt more natural and fluid. As long as he kept his movements small and didn't make any sweeping movements, he could move no problem. The heels were still awkward to move with, but overall... he could manage. James looked up and nodded.

"Great, this way." Michael walked over to a workbench. James followed with strongly conscious movement in small steps, both adjusting to the range of moment of the suit gave and to manage the styled high heels that were now firmly affixed to his feet.

He stopped in front of the workbench, and Michael turned to him. "Now let's see..." reaching over to James' chest with some sort of tool he.... suddenly, the chest plate opened, hinging upwards. Wait that could come off, thought James, great! Maybe... He paused as he noticed Michael picked up two black chunks from the table. Reaching over... *click*, the first one went in and *click* so did the second. Suddenly a heaviness pulled down on James' chest, as Michael firmly swung the chest plate back into position with a click. Whatever those chunks were they were dense, James arched his back backwards to compensate.

Michael smiled at his work."Good now to boot you up," he reached over toward the back of James' neck, a moment of pressure, and...

Coloured lights came on, James wasn't sure from where. A short bright tune chimed from.... himself? Then, an elegant electronic female voice spoke up from somewhere: "Hello World"

Michael was now grinning like a kid on Christmas. He then took out a mobile device and interacted with it for a minute or two of intense focus, then he fully looked back up, grinning again!

"Hello Andrea," he said, looking James (or Andrea?) in the eye.

"Hello Michael, it is good to see you," the female voice replied. James realised it was the costume speaking. HE was replying to Michael.

"You are looking beautiful today Andrea."

"Thank you, you are looking very handsome too." Lights from somewhere in the outfit pulsed in time with the outfit's reply. James was stunned. Someone, or something, replying on his behalf, and in a female voice too. With the costume clamping his jaw shut and pushing against his mouth, he could barely say anything to contradict it. How was the suit even talking? Were they canned responses? Was there a voice actor somewhere? It couldn't be real AI could it?

"Well its time for your moment in the limelight, care to let me escort you?" Michael held out his elbow in a gesture.

James hesitated, for a moment forgetting that even with someone else's voice, his movement was still under his own control. Then he hesitated again, wondering why he was even following the guy partially responsible for making him look like this. How he'd even gotten into this mess was eluding him.

Michael frowned at "Andrea's" hesitance. With his other hand he took out his mobile device and tapped it a few time.

"Of course," James heard himself saying, "I'd love to." James suddenly found himself stepping forward and taking hold of Michael's arm. Something about the automated response had reminded him: At the end of the day, he was just an actor playing a role. Maybe a role he didn't expect, but a role he was expected to play.

Threading through all sorts of different lifeforms, Michael guided Andrea onto the fantastical bar where all the movie magic would happen.