Starring in a show…

I am a statue. That’s what they told me so I became one. And so I did my best impression of a grumpy boomer. My form the exuded the aura of an 80s salary man who was busy drinking with the department newbie. Imagining it right now, I could see the hypothetical new guy play with his meal and booze, hoping I’d stop rambling about the good ol’ days. My legs were splayed out like a man’s but I was a man so it came natural to me.

My outfit however told another story. Bluntly, it’s one of those girl-boss business suits a bunch of aspiring middle managers wore to make a statement. It’s definitely chic and pricier than the hypothetical salary man’s monthly earnings. Only I ditched the polo shirt and relied on this pointy and shiny jacket for protection. One large button was holding the getup together. Every moment was a struggle thanks to my gigantic honkers begging to be seen. My bell bottoms were a bit too tight around my waist and that was making this entire ordeal punishing.

Fashion like this wasn’t my type, especially when it’s the summer. Why couldn’t I do a bikini shoot instead? Imagine these tits bouncing? I must’ve lost control again, ‘cause I inadvertently started reaching for my chest. But no one complained…

“Perfect, perfect! Stick that pose.” The zesty photographer shouted. “Become the moment. Own it!”

My hand reached for the side of my breasts, lifting up the fun bags to show off. I sneered at the guy. These were mine to enjoy, not anyone elses.

“Hold it!”

“Trying—“

“Don’t flap those lips. You’re a statue, remember?” A statue playing with their fun bits. If this keeps up I’m gonna need to take a bathroom break to cool myself down.

“Stay strong Hikigaya… and calm down lil Yui…”

We didn’t have to, thankfully. Time passed and we wrapped up with no more issues. The crew left without a fuss. I was in my makeup room waiting for Haruno to brief me on the next deal.

That was twenty minutes ago. I swapped out of the outfit they gave me and settled on wearing a silk robe in my leisure. Usually, I’d pick up my phone and play some games to pass the time but my eyes spotted a magazine with a young lady as the cover.

It was this body. It was me.

“The new face of Chiba fashion… huh.”

Time for an investigation… I flipped the magazine open. Other than this body, who else was part of this.

“So there was a bikini section… this might be worth keeping for future research.”

I readjusted my seat. One leg crossed over the other— something was poking out of my underwear. And, I realized, my pussy was aching.

Squelch.

Ah crap.

I’m soaked and in the mood. My legs split in half like the red sea so I could get a good look… I’m gonna need new panties. But that’s for later, even if the little nub argued against me.

Was there enough time for a quickie? The clock says yes…

Squelch. Yui’s clit propped up into the closest thing to an erection.

Jeez, it’s got a mind of its own. Was my old dick this rabid? I weighed my options. Set my hunger against my dignity. Deep in thought was an understatement, I must have pondered for twenty seconds straight. Finally a decision was made.

“I have standards…”

The page I was on had some lady with flaxen hair. She had that innocent but foxy appeal. That’s well within my type…

“… Eh, just one good rub should do—”

I started undressing and would’ve reached the point of naked vulnerability until the door opened.

“What did I say about pulling this stunt while at work, Yui?”

Yukinoshita Haruno was smiling. She saw me with my breasts baring itself for any lucky onlookers. My hand was so close to my snatch, it was practically begging to be one with the bean. But enough about describing my indecent form, Haruno’s smile was equal parts pretty and equal parts deathly.

“That… I’m not supposed to mess up the props… and not to do it in public?” I let out a **** laugh.

I got scolded after that. Explaining it in full detail would just bruise my ego. Yukinoshita Haruno has a way with words. She would dissect you like a live frog. But she wasn’t concerned about dooming my existence entirely for she had other priorities.

This side gig was a lot more important for us than I thought.

“You want me to be in a raunchy show about pop idols switching bodies with a rock band? That legit?”

“Yes. The studio wants you as the main lead. They think your eccentric behavior is the type of energy their show needs. And they’re very generous with the offers.”

“… so I just act like I usually do and get paid for it.”

“Yes, though within the parameters set by the studio.”

“How long is this?”

“Filming is going to run the entire summer break, and I know you want your vacations but this is your big break Yui to get your name out there.”

I’m not one to have my name plastered on every billboard. If anything I’m a hermit. A recluse. A self proclaimed loner.

“Sounds like too much of a hassle—“

Haruno sighed before she revealed her ace in the sleeve.

“Since it’s a summer show there’s going to be a lot of beach scenes with pretty women—“ but then again I’d get front view seats for ogling babes without getting hit on myself. Still I like my freetime…

“— I hate sand though—“

“— and a swimsuit episode.”

Yui’s clit stood stiff at attention…

“… okay, okay. Sign me up.”

I finished the day by signing the contract.