It doesn't

The rest of the conversation with Rebecca went over the arrival process. As you hang up the excitement floods back to you. I'm going to be a famous TV host.

The next few hours crawl as you wait to leave. You hastily get dressed and start the long walk to the address Rebecca gave you.

As you arrive to the building you notice the whole parking lot is full.

"Glad I walked," you think as you pass a group of excited futanari heading into a large entrance up front.

Rebecca told you to use a back stage entrance. Participants in the show don't go through the main entrance. You enter the side into a room where several futa are already seated. All of them are looking nervous, one is playing with her hair, another lip syncing words while holding a script.

"I'm here to see Rebecca" you state proudly to the woman at the front desk.

The room falls silent.

"That's the star of the show!" One murmured.

"Oh I so wish to get this gig, look at him!" Said another.

"Hush!" Said the receptionist in a stern voice. You think she must be a heavy smoker based on the depth in her words. "Yes, you must be doug, Miss Rebecca is waiting for you in studio 6. You'll knock twice on the door and wait for the cue to enter. The cameras will already be rolling."

"Wait why are the cameras rolling? Did I already get the job!?" Your attempts to hide your excitement fail.

"Oh but of course you did," said the receptionist. This caused another wave of murmurs from the seated futa. "Now hurry along, filming has started."

You start towards the stage before a hand shoots out to grab you. One of the seated futa spins you around and speaks. "Hey cutie I'm Kara, I love your style. Get to at least 4 so we can have some time? Yeah?" She was a little older than you, perhaps a few years over your sister. She had a C bust pushing the limits of a black tank top matched with black jeans and heels. Two large gold earrings dangled next to a pulled back tight black ponytail. Her piercing blue eyes hypnotize you.

You don't know what she means by get to 4, "sure" you squeak out, checking around to see if anyone else noticed but they are transfixed waiting your answer. "I'll see you in there."

"Oh wait!" Called the receptionist, "please sign these waiver forms for participants." You don't even read what it says as you keep staring at Kara while signing. Maybe Kara is worth missing this opportunity?