Acting - On Several Stages

"Simon. It'll be good character experience. You know that as well as I do." Tanya said as she started her car.

"I-well...sure. But I mean, I've already got boobs Tanya. What more do I need to be Mia Lozano." Simon said absentmindedly, hoping that Taya would laugh her usual laugh at his dumb jokes.

"So that's what it means to do a girl?" Tanya said with an eye roll. "Strap your bolt-on tits to a wall, and we now have the first female wall?" Tanya questioned.

"I.....uhm...didn't mean it like that." Simon said casually, and locked eyes with Tanya, pouring his apologies for his comment into her ear as they drove. For once, Tanya allowed Simon's voice in the car, even though it did not mix well Mia Lozano's actual look. To imagine a masculine voice coming from the MILF next to Tanya, dressed in a flowing pink flower-design covered dress and white heels was laughable, yet here the laughable was reality.

For Simon, if you'd told him a few weeks ago that he would struggle to use his normal, everyday voice for sustained periods of time, he might think that was laughable, yet that thought was in his mind the entire conversation as well.

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"Mia Lozano?" The receptionist called to the otherwise empty waiting room. Only Tanya and she, both holding coffees from their detour (which had made them several minutes late). Mia stood up.

"Si." Mia said with a slight whisper.

"Doctor Thornthrob wanted to meet your friend first." The receptionist said dismissively, and Mia soon found herself in the lobby alone, pulling her phone out.

While Tanya was in the back with the Doctor, Mia replied to Richard Prince's texts asking if wanted to workout (the answer was no, but she promised a night workout, which he accepted), and a text from Andrew, who asked her afternoon plans. Unintentionally, from merely just an offhand comment about her feet hurting from heels and walking, she now found herself having an afternoon outing with Andrew.

Simon moaned internally. Fuck. He barely had enough time to breath at this point, and Tanya wanted him to get a job? This shit sucked.

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"Well, Miss Lozano brought you along for a reason; usually one does not bring a third party to a psychiatric evaluation unless they are also a trusted party." The Doctor said as he slid a document to Tanya, who filled it out in-between her conversation with him. A middle-aged, nerdy looking man, he listened to her aptly describe Mia Lozano, and her 'medical history', which Tanya had thought of only briefly.

When Tanya left, the Doctor took time to read over her paperwork; patients and their friends were often more honest on paper than verbally. The neat handwriting contained a plethora of things for him to consider, with several options circled with Tanya's handwriting next to them.

Please check the following boxes if you have witnessed or experienced this behavior with the patient:

[X] Mood swings

[X] Breaks from reality

[ ] Physical ****

[X] Depression

[X] Proclivity to risky and/or generally unusual behaviors, for example: (Sexual intercourse without barriers), excessive speeding, (spending sprees), overconsumption of ****, etc. - Mia has frequently talked about her interest in non-barrier sexual intercourse, and will frequently spend her and/or suitors money on object consumption. She becomes very abashed when this is discussed.

[ ] Lack of energy

[X] Confusion & Inattention

[ ] (Grandiose believes of self) - Mia has the opposite issue. She lacks confidence, and frequent has belied to me her disbelief that she is an aging, yet still beautiful, woman, instead wishing she were something different.

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Notes:

I have known Mia Lozano for close to 5 years.....

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Mia Lozano was finally called back, and she sat in the psychologists (well cushioned) chair comfortably, trying her best to fulfill the idea of character acting. Get into the role. Simon Finch was Mia Lozano, Mia Lozano was Mia Lozano, Mia Lozano was an aging woman who was having her version of a middle-aged crisis....

The Doctor asked a few questions, and Mia's responses varied: some simple yes's, others elaborating on her (fake) story, others just a bit of awkward silence before Mia's eventual yes. It was a wide range of subjects, from sex without condoms (Simon laughed when he said he preferred sex without a condom, I mean, shit, people would kill for a girl who loved sex without a condom!), to spending, to manic episodes.

Mia was eventually alone in the room, if only for a few minutes; the Doctor returned with a nurse, who gave her a professional smile, and then shut the door.

"Right Miss Lozano - Here's a script you can go get filled......" Was what Mia heard next.

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Mia got her medication from the pharmacy, surprised at the several large pill bottles in the brown bag, being dropped off next by Tanya. Their bathroom was being overtaken by a collection of pain medication, cognitive stimulators, workout supplements, and now, Mia's bipolar medication. Mia popped one of her pain pills before Andrew might arrive - he'd been very, very insistent that he could pick Mia up.

Sitting on the couch, Mia massaged her breasts, realizing she had about a hour before Andrew would come, enjoying the sensation. Forgetting what pills were which, Mia found herself downing pills from each bottle, eager to relieve some of the light pain - it worked. If only for the trade off that Mia became very disoriented.

"You know, foot pain is serious Mia. I mean, I get you might like heels, but to keep your feet as pretty as possible for as long as possible, you should be taking care of them." Was the next words that began to pound and bounce in Mia's head.

She was hungry. And she was in Andrew's car. What had happened in between?

"S-si." Mia replied passively. Oh. Right. She was hungry, in Andrew's car, and he was massaging her feet like they would bring him good luck. That felt amazing.

Andrew smiled at the blissful look on her face. It was hard to describe just how much he loved her feet. If anything, they were just as beautiful as her breasts - maybe even more so. And he could not imagine her never having had a pedicure! That was on the edge of insanity for someone as feminine as Mia, yet she insisted.

In her little cloud of heaven, Mia felt herself entering a nice bright place, then felt warm water on her toes, and then a slightly hushed voice say "Falling asleep is common, nothing to worry sir. We'll have your wife out soon enough."

The pedicure was over just in time for Mia's **** induced pleasure trip to cease, and well, truthfully, she felt wonderful. Her feet felt like they were new, and she actually enjoyed the sensation of sliding her heels back on, and Andrew's inspection of them in the car made her giggle. He paid, however, so Mia obliged his almost boyish interest. Andrew had to drop her off after a particularly poorly timed work call, and Mia soon had transitioned from pleasure high to the tormenting pain of an evening workout with Richard Prince.

They finished their intense workout some time later, and Mia noticed once more Richard missing their turn; this time, however, she knew it was because they were headed to his home.

"Senor Richard, Yo...." Mia's stomach rumbled. Oh right, she hadn't eaten at all today. The fact had eluded her brain, but now, especially when Richard had pointed it out, she felt positively famished.

"Someone's hungry." Richard said with a laugh. "We haven't even gotten our yoga in yet." Richard said with his light teasing, handing her a protein bar, which Mia scarfed down.

Yoga was comparable to last time, relaxing and genuinely mind-emptying, especially when Richard left and it was solely Mia, following the yogi's voice. Even dressed in a tight crop-top and pink yoga pants, squeezing every inch of flesh, Mia felt comfortable. Of every suitor Mia had, Richard truly was perhaps the most comforting to be around, but then again, Doctor Eric was nice too....

The door opened.

"Senor Prince?" Mia said as she opened her eyes. It was a Prince, but not Richard - Benjamin, Richard's son stood at the door.

"Si." He said with a laugh. "But maybe not the Richard you were imagining." Ben said. Mia immediately felt her comfort drop to zero, and a pit in her stomach; fuck. Ben Prince. Simon Finch's bully and tormentor years prior was now in the room alone with him.

While Simon cursed his luck, Ben was thanking his lucky stars. So far he'd had a great encounter already, what with meeting a girl from High School he'd last encountered at their reunion today! And now as his dad was fretting over a work call, he had his MILF friend all to himself!

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Tanya Cherith was looking annoyed at the line in the mall, for good reason; she'd been waiting 30 minutes for a present for her father that truthfully was just a gag gift. Her dad was coming back tonight, and she had to pick him up from the airport, and continue their inside joke. When he went to some far off place, bringing her back some souvenir, Tanya would 'gift' him a useless piece of local memorabilia, or something else completely stupid.

They'd done it since Tanya gifted him a keychain of a local gas station when she was seven - and she wasn't planning on stopping it.

Benjamin Prince knew none of this, but he did know the woman in front of him was Tanya Cherith, and she was looking fine.

"Tanya?" Benjamin asked, pulling one headphone out.

Tanya turned around, her annoyance softening into surprise, with her voice betraying that. "Ben?"

"One and only baby." Benjamin said with his usual cockiness. As the line slowly crawled forward, the two caught on the slight loss of time they'd had, and Tanya genuinely enjoyed the former Football stars company. There was none of Simon's (hidden) desire for something from Tanya, or his inability to actually progress forward.

"You gave up football? Benjamin Prince no longer plays football?" Tanya said with a laugh.

"Well, not much to play after college, but I still do some intramurals." He said with an equal laugh. "Still workout, you can always come if you'd like. How's Simon doing? You two are dating right?" Ben asked. Simon Finch. The kid he loved to mess with. He was his little buddy.

"Oh, yeah." Tanya said, and she luckily was called up front to finish her order; Benjamin considered her words - usually you would say something a bit more affirmative if you were serious with someone. Sounded like he had a chance.

Tanya blushed when Ben asked for her number, but gave it to him, in her words, '_only_ for workout tips'. He nodded and watched her leave with a smile.

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Back in the present, Simon Finch smiled at Mia, putting his hands up apologetically. His dad's home workout room as big enough for the three of them - when his mother was alive, he could train for football, his dad could work alongside him, and their mom could do her routines in comfort.

"I'll just do my stuff. Ignore me. Dad's on a call." Benjamin said as he conveniently began his high intensity training.

Mia felt like the time between Richard returning from his call and the video ending were hours. Ben spoke up after the fifth minute.

"Wanna do some jump rope? Dads calls can last awhile and I feel bad that you just have to sit their." Ben said.

Mia insisted if only for Simon's pride; jump rope wasn't that hard for Simon Finch, in fact, the scrawny kid from High School remembered it being his favorite activity. However, with a bigger ass, EE cups, and a leering Benjamin, Mia was a bit off balance, but zoned out when Ben put a TV show on for the both of them. Neither said anything.

Out of breath, Mia put her hands on her waist, allowing herself some recovery time. Ben nodded his head to her. "Your things unzipped."

Mia's eyes shot down. Her bra was undone! Oh, no. The waist trainer was actually unzipped itself, and was a bit untied.

Holding onto her waist, Benjamin tightly tied it for her, his hands lingering just as long as they had lingered for his ass squeeze in their last encounter. The two said nothing to each further, and returned to working out.

Mia had re-soaked her workout clothes by the time Richard came back, looking impressed and annoyed. "Sorry Mia. Work calls at the worst of times."

"No problemo Senor." Mia said with a smile, panting in-between words. She turned to Ben, smirking at him - Simon felt damn good. Well that meathead had lifted, he'd been killing it on jump rope. "Gracias, Novice Prince."

Ben loved the view as his dads new 'friend' left. The only better view had been when she was so focused on jumping rope it looked like her tits might pop free.

Richard made some food for the two, and implored Mia to down just one more protein shake, and took a photo of her smiling with the shake. He heistated, then got Mia to give herself a milk mustache, smiling with the bottle next to her head. On her chest, in her hands, and, out of shot, her ass, were the brand 'sponsoring' her - Thicc-Quicc. Mia made a new Facebook post.

Mia Lozano: Checkout today's routine, and shoutout to the newest Thicc-Quicc flavor: Banana Sundae. Just too good!

Richard Prince vowed as he watched Mia return home in the dark streets - their next encounter would not just be a personal trainer-client encounter.

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Mia arrived home to a note to call Tanya. She was staying at her dads for the night, meaning Mia got a precious few hours to her lonesome. It was already close to 10 when she'd gotten home, but a clear schedule (besides for the gym) the next day meant she had nothing but time. Stripped to her skivvies, Mia freeded herself from the prosthetic - without Tanya home, she felt comfortable enough to be naked.

Meanwhile, Tanya sat, watching her dad's favorite movie, conversing with him. She gently brought the conversation back to women. Mia Lozano. That's who he needed to message.

"Have you messaged any girls back yet?" Tanya asked innocently.

"Work had me busy." Her dad said with an awkward rub of his head.

"Dad....." Tanya replied, giving him a look which made him pull his phone out, the top message being already read -

Mia Lozano: Maravilliso, Yo knew tu were a buen match Senor Cherith. Como gusta NYU? Yo nunca College.

Tanya worked up her dads confidence to reply to that message, and more women's message. He clearly felt better by the end of their conversation, seeing as he actually kept texting Mia afterwards. Eventually, her dad went to bed, and Tanya checked her own phone.

ALIVE365 NOTIFICATION 001 - USER MIA LOZANO RECEIVED TEXT MESSAGE READING "NYU was my dream school, and I'm lucky not only I, but my daughter could go. What're your hobbies?"

ALIVE365 NOTIFICATION 002 - USER MIA LOZANO RESPONDED WITH "Senor, Yo tengo: shopping, cooking and telenovela! Tu?"

ALIVE365 NOTIFICATION 003 - .....

The app which displayed Mia Lozano's location, text messages, downloads, searches and any other details was bearing fruit already. Tanya, without a concern in the world, could see their entire conversation, shifting from hobbies to other matters like upbringing, to things as benign as Mia's Facebook account. By the end of the night, Tanya could read a new notification:

ALIVE365 NOTIFICATION 0056 - USER MIA LOZANO FACEBOOK HAS NEW FOLLOWER: MR. CHERITH.

Tanya laughed. Things were working out perfectly. Soon enough, her dad would have a date with some other woman, and then....

A new notification popped on the screen, and Tanya was enraptured in the story she learned solely through text.

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Simon was horny as hell. No, not just horny, desperately horny, like his dick would explode if he didn't cum. When his usual material in his folders failed, Simon shifted to online. Where it came from he didn't know, he had been focused on job resumes and Spanish lessons, occasionally teasing his black bra out of boredom. No matter the cause, he navigated to a few of his favorite pages - and scrolled to the 2nd page.

MAMACITA SOLO TIT-FUCK / SOLO BUKKAKA [POV, FACE PIXELATED] was tucked into the bottom right corner, and Simon clicked; the woman in the thumbnail was hot as fuck. He knew the porn actress, and was excited to see what seemed to be her new work.

The face was blurred beyond recognition, but the actress knew how to work a dick, and Simon stroked his own appendage, groaning. When the man came on her tits and face, a coarse voice spoke up. Simon's eyes went wide as he came over his hand.

"Fuck it. I want another round of that. Fuck your ass, you got some udders on you puta." It was Jeremiah's voice. Holy shit. No fucking way.

The man came seven times total. Simon knew that had to be Jeremiah from that alone, as disgusting as a way that was to identify him; once he cleaned himself up, he texted Jeremiah with indignation. On his screen was the paused, pixelated, but still cum covered face and body of Mia Lozano as she texted Jeremiah.

Mia Lozano: Jeremiah, did tu post dis !

She included the link.

Senor Conqueror: Mighta. Don't call me Jeremiah puta

Mia Lozano: Jeremiah, delete! Hoy dia!

It took Jeremiah a second to respond, for good reason - he sent Mia the video clip both pixelated and unpixellated, and the trove of photos he had taken. A threatening reply followed along with it.

Senor Conqueror: Call me Jeremiah one more time. Senor Conqueror 2 u. Easy enough to switch videos bitch. Lucky I even did that for u

Mia Lozano shook her head, while Tanya giggled, shocked at the photos. Sneaking into the bathroom, she snuck her hand down and fingered herself, exploding when she read the next few replies.

Mia Lozano: Si...Senor Conqueror. Por favor do not upload face....

Senor Conqueror: Said me a picture of ur tits and we can call it even

Frantically, Mia did just that, sending him the demanded picture and passing out before she could even read his reply. Tonight had been a cluster fuck and a half.