Set Days Pt. 6

I woke up feeling a little groggy and tired, but I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As I stood in front of the mirror, I noticed that my body had changed quite a bit in the last few weeks. My waist was much slimmer, my hips were wider, my legs were thicker, and my ass was more plump. It was almost as if my body had transformed overnight. I couldn't help but stare at myself in amazement.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Clea already there, sipping on her coffee. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she greeted me, smiling.

"Morning," I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee as well.

"So, how was the meeting with the Pantene executive?" Clea asked, looking curious.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest at the memory of what had happened during the meeting, but I tried to hide it. "It went well," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"That's great! You're going to be a big face of Pantene soon," Clea said, her eyes lighting up.

I smiled weakly at her, feeling like a fraud. I couldn't believe I had stooped so low as to trade my body for a modeling gig. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head and focus on the present.

We ate breakfast together, talking about our plans for the day. Clea had a meeting with some producers, and I was planning on just relaxing for the day. We chatted about various things, but my mind was still preoccupied with the guilt of what I had done. Then my mind went back to what I saw in the mirror.

I couldn't resist asking, "Um, Clea, my body looks...different now? My hips, my ass, my legs...Do you know why?"

Clea grinned and said, "I've been giving you estrogen hormone therapy through your food. I want you to develop a natural, curvy body instead of a masculine one. Don't worry, it's safe."

I was shocked. She had been doing this behind my back? But then again, I had to trust her completely.

"I don't know, Clea. I feel like I should have been told about this beforehand," I said hesitantly.

"I know, I'm sorry. But look at your body, Jaz. It's beautiful, and it's only going to get better. Just wait until you see what else I have in store for you," she said with a wink.

Before I could respond, she revealed her next surprise. "I also gave you the hormones so you can develop natural breasts instead of wearing those realistic molds."

My jaw dropped. I had been wearing those molds for weeks now, and I had never even considered having real breasts.

She took me to her room and expertly removed the mold, revealing natural breasts that were almost as big as the mold. I couldn't believe my eyes. I touched them, feeling their weight and the sensitivity through them. It was a surreal experience, and I couldn't believe these breasts had grown under the confines of the mold I had been wearing.

"I can't believe this, Clea. How did you even know how to do all this?" I asked in amazement.

She just grinned and said, "Let's just say I have some experience in this area."

We left her room and went back to the kitchen. Clea has a meeting with some producers, and she asks if I want to come along. I don't have anything better to do, so I agree to tag along.

We arrive at the meeting, and I can feel my nerves starting to kick in. The producers are all men, and I can't help but feel a little intimidated. Clea is confident and assertive, and I can't help but admire her for it.

The meeting goes on for what feels like hours, and I find myself tuning out for most of it. But then, one of the producers turns to me and starts asking me questions about myself. I answer politely, but I can feel his eyes on me, and I start to feel uncomfortable.

Clea notices my discomfort and steps in, redirecting the conversation back to the project. I'm grateful for her intervention, and I make a mental note to work on my assertiveness.

The meeting finally ends, and I let out a sigh of relief. Clea and I make our way out of the building and back to her car.

"Well, that was fun," Clea says with a smile.

"I don't know how you do it," I reply, still feeling a little shaken up.

"It takes practice," she says, starting up the car. "But you'll get there. You're already doing great."

I woke up early in the morning, feeling a sense of dread weighing down on me. Today was the day of the Pantene shoot, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the memory of the executive demanding a blowjob in exchange for the gig. But I needed this job, so I dragged myself out of bed and got ready.

I get ready quickly and take a moment to look in the mirror. In my black tank top and blue jeans, I looked perfect.

I arrived at the set and the executive was waiting for me outside. We both knew why we were there, and I followed him to his car, feeling numb as I got into the passenger seat. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and I braced myself for what was to come.

I started with gentle kisses around the tip, flicking my tongue across the slit, feeling his precum on my tongue. I could feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down as I took more and more of him into my mouth. I used my lips to create a tight seal around his shaft, and I used my tongue to lick and swirl around him.

As I worked him, I used my hand to stroke him in time with my mouth, feeling his cock twitch and throb with pleasure. I could hear him moaning, his breath coming in short gasps as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.

I gazed up at him as I continued to work him, my eyes locked with his as I took him deeper and deeper. I could feel his muscles tensing up, and I knew he was close. With one final push, he erupted in my mouth, hot and sticky and thick.

I swallowed quickly, trying to keep my disgust at bay, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He zipped up his pants, and I quickly exited the car, feeling the weight of the encounter bearing down on me.

I went to my vanity van and tried to shake off the feeling of shame that washed over me. I couldn't believe I had sunk so low just to get a modeling job. But I needed to push those thoughts away and focus on the shoot ahead. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure.

As I started getting ready, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and self-loathing at what I had just done. But I pushed those thoughts aside, telling myself that it was just a means to an end. All I could do now was focus on the shoot and hope that the memories of what had just happened would eventually fade away.

I was feeling a little nervous as I arrived on set for the Pantene shoot, but surprisingly, it was much easier than I expected. I was able to get into the right mindset and pose naturally in front of the camera. After we wrapped up, I headed back home and spent the evening relaxing on the couch with Clea.

Later that night, Clea received an email with the first draft of photos from the shoot. She was impressed with how I looked, and I was proud of myself for doing a good job. However, as I looked through the photos, all I could think about was the fact that I had given the executive two blowjobs just to get this job. I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself.

Clea noticed my mixed reaction and asked me what was wrong. I hesitated at first, but eventually, I came clean and told her what happened with the executive. To my surprise, Clea didn't react the way I was expecting. Instead of being supportive, she was ecstatic that I had given a blowjob to a stranger just to get a job.

"Jazmine, this is amazing news!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand. "You're willing to do whatever it takes to make it in this industry. That's the kind of attitude that will take you far."

I was taken aback by her reaction. I thought she would be disappointed or angry with me, but instead, she was encouraging me to do more. I couldn't believe it.

"But Clea, I don't want to do that again," I said, feeling a little defeated. "It was horrible. I felt so disgusting."

"You'll get used to it," she said, shrugging. "It's just part of the industry. And think about the opportunities it could bring you. You could be the face of Pantene, Jazmine. You could be a superstar."

I wasn't sure how to respond. Part of me was excited about the possibilities, but another part of me felt like I was compromising my values and self-respect.

"I don't know, Clea," I said, looking down at my hands. "I don't want to sell myself out like that."

Clea sighed and rolled her eyes. "Jazmine, you have to understand that this is how the industry works. You have to do what it takes to get ahead. And besides, it's not like you're sleeping with anyone. You're just giving a little head. It's not a big deal."

I felt a lump form in my throat. I knew that Clea was just trying to help, but her words made me feel even worse. I didn't want to be the kind of person who had to compromise her values just to succeed in the industry.

"I don't know if I can do it, Clea," I said quietly. "It just feels wrong."

Clea sighed again and stood up. "Well, if you're not willing to do what it takes, then maybe this industry isn't for you, Jazmine."

I felt a pang of hurt as she said that. Was she really willing to give up on me so easily?

"But Clea, I want to be in this industry," I said, pleading with her. "I just don't want to have to sell myself out to do it."

Clea looked at me for a moment. "You have to understand that this industry isn't for the faint of heart, Jazmine. You have to be willing to do what it takes to succeed."

I nodded, feeling a little defeated.

I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. My mind was racing, replaying the events of the day over and over again. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that was weighing heavily on my chest. I knew what I had done earlier was wrong, and it wasn't the kind of person I wanted to be. I couldn't believe that I had stooped so low just to get ahead in my career.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I reached for the dildo that was tucked away in my drawer and started to prepare myself.

Before I started, I took note of how realistic the specialized tuck kit was on me. I examined how it felt fleshy like a real human body and how the skin was identical to mine. It was almost as if it was a part of me, a part of my body that I had been missing all along.

I started using the dildo, and the pleasure was intense. As I moved the dildo in and out, it brushed against my cock on the other side of the vagina walls, creating a sensation that I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as I imagined Kyle and the executive from earlier. The thought of them watching me, wanting me, turned me on even more.

The pleasure continued to build until I felt like I was about to explode. I started moving the dildo faster, my breathing becoming more and more ragged. Suddenly, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I cried out as I orgasmed. The sensation was so intense that I fell asleep with the dildo in my hand.

As I lay there, my mind drifted to thoughts of what I had just done. I felt conflicted, knowing that I had just used a fake vagina to get off, but at the same time, it felt so real. I wondered if this was what it would feel like to have a real vagina, to experience pleasure in a way that I had never been able to before.

I was jolted awake by Clea shaking me, and I quickly tried to hide the dildo in my hand under the covers. But Clea noticed and smirked, "Looks like someone had a good night, huh?" I blushed, feeling embarrassed about getting caught, but Clea continued without missing a beat, "Don't worry about it, girl. You should explore yourself more. Maybe try using that dildo while thinking about all those hot men you've been blowing."

I was taken aback by her suggestion, but before I could protest, Clea pulled out an upgraded tuck kit. "This one has a vibrator that attaches to the tip of your real penis, so it'll vibrate whenever you're penetrated or when your fake clit is stimulated. It's filled with gel too, so it'll feel even more realistic."

I tried to object, but Clea was too excited and applied the kit before I could even process what was happening. As she was finishing up, she said, "There, all done. No need to thank me, honey. Just doing what I do best, taking care of my girls."

I couldn't believe how quickly Clea had upgraded my tuck kit without even consulting me. But as I looked down, I couldn't help but notice how realistic it looked, with the skin perfectly matching mine. I hesitantly touched it, feeling the flesh-like material and the vibration of the tiny vibrator. It was strange, but I couldn't deny the curiosity that was building inside me.

Clea noticed my hesitation and added, "Don't be shy, Jaz. You deserve to explore your body and enjoy it." I took a deep breath and decided to give it a try. I felt nervous and awkward, but as I began to rub my clit, I couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through my body.

Clea looked at me with a satisfied smile, and I knew that she was happy to see me do this. I couldn't deny that I was getting turned on by the sensations, despite myself. Clea seemed to sense this, and she leaned in close to me, her breath hot on my ear. "You look so beautiful and sexy like this," she murmured. "I can't wait to see what you look like when you're all dressed up."

Before I could even think about what she meant, she leaned in and kissed me, hard and hungry. I felt my body responding despite myself, my nipples hardening under her touch. It was wrong, and I knew it, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I could think about was how good it felt to be desired, even if it was by another woman.

I pushed my body up, so I was on top of her, and looked into her eyes. They were filled with lust, and I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. We locked lips once again, and I felt her hands start to roam my body, feeling me up in all the right places. I broke the kiss and sat up, pulling my shirt off, revealing my bare breasts to her. She sat up too, and I leaned back down, letting her take one of my nipples into her mouth.

I let out a soft moan, and she used her tongue to tease and flick it. I ran my hands through her hair, pulling her closer to me. She then moved her attention to my other breast, and I couldn't help but let out another moan. Her hands moved down to my hips, and she started to pull my pants down. I lifted my hips to make it easier for her, and soon enough, I was completely naked, with Clea staring at me hungrily.

She pulled me back down to the bed and moved her lips down to my stomach, kissing and licking her way down until she was right between my legs. I let out a gasp as she took my clit into her mouth, and started to suck and nibble on it. I couldn't help but buck my hips, wanting more. She added a finger inside of me, moving it in and out, and I felt my orgasm building quickly.

"Oh my god, Clea," I moaned, "I'm gonna come."

She increased the pressure on my clit, and moved her finger faster, and soon enough, I was coming hard, my whole body shaking with pleasure. She continued to lick and suck on me until I had to push her away, too sensitive to take anymore.

I lay there on the bed next to Clea, my mind racing with a million different thoughts. I had just had lesbian sex with a woman, and even though I was biologically male, it still felt like lesbian sex, not straight sex. It was an incredible experience, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little confused about what it all meant.

Clea broke the silence, "I'm sorry if that was too much. I just couldn't help myself. You're just so beautiful, Jazmine."

Her words made me feel both flattered and uncomfortable. I didn't know how to respond, so I just smiled weakly and looked away.

Clea seemed to sense my discomfort and changed the subject. "We should probably get ready for our shoot today."

I nodded in agreement, grateful for the change of topic. I got up and began to gather my clothes, trying to ignore the strange feelings stirring inside me.

As we got dressed, Clea handed me a new set of clothes. "I picked these out for you. I think they'll look great on you."

I looked down at the outfit, a short skirt and tight top, and felt a surge of excitement. I had always loved dressing up, and the thought of wearing something new and sexy made me feel empowered.

"Thanks, Clea. I love it," I said with a smile.

As we left for the shoot, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. The experience with Clea had left me feeling exposed and ****, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face the world.

But as we arrived on set and I saw the cameras and lights, I felt a sense of excitement wash over me. This was my chance to shine, to be the person I had always wanted to be. And nothing was going to stand in my way.

As we began the shoot, I threw myself into the role, letting the cameras capture every movement and expression. And as the day wore on, I began to feel a sense of confidence and strength that I had never experienced before.

As we wrapped up the shoot, I turned to Clea and smiled.

Clea grinned back at me. "You're a natural, Jazmine. And you looked so beautiful and sexy out there."

Her words made me feel proud and happy, but also a little nervous. I didn't know where this journey was taking me, but I knew that I was excited to find out.