The Director's Orders

My name is Max Howard, and I used to be a stage hypnotist. You know, casual funny stuff like making people think they were animals or naked onstage, and for the more erotically inclined, I even had a few women experience the most intense orgasms they had ever had. That was a fun party.

But, being a hypnotist doesn't exactly pay the bills. Especially in Hollywood where rent is ridiculous. So what exactly am I supposed to do?

The answer, as it seems, is to join the entertainment industry. But in a job dominated by people like Speilburg, Shamilayn, and the Russo brothers, how was I, a first year director, to stand out?

I then decided to make X-rated movies. Now, don't get me wrong, I do like porn, like most men, but the acting often leaves something to be desired.

That's where I come in. Using my hypnosis powers, I would have actual women with good acting skills to star in my productions. It didn't matter if they disagreed with shooting porn, I would make them agree.

That's what happened to Shailene Woodley, or, as she was now called, Lissa Rae Kitten, or simply Kitty. Two weeks ago she was a highly respected actress, but now she was the only lesbian actress in my little studio. Her once brunette hair was now dyed blonde, her boobs and butt now giving an hourglass figure, and her IQ was lower than what it was, now she was a simple blonde bimbo, eager to shoot with 'real' actresses. Or models, or singers, whoever I contacted for the picture.