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SelenaFF

SelenaFF

Super-Earth
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Jul 18, 2015
Location
Somewhere
Nate walked backstage. The crowd out near the stage had pretty much dissipated, although there wasn't much of a crowd to begin with. The crowds had gotten smaller and smaller lately, and he had no idea why. He was singing, and that should have been all it took to bring in people. But it wasn't working.

He sat down on a bench, setting his guitar down next to him. He ran a hand through his red-brown shoulder length hair. He didn't think this would happen when he signed that record deal. He was supposed to have fame and fortune. Now he was just struggling to get more than a fifty people at his concerts. He knew he was probably going to be dropped. There was no denying that his career was migrating south, with no intention of coming back.
 
Ellie had been standing back stage the entire time, watching. This... was not how she wanted things to go with her client, a client she had banked everything on. He had plenty going for him, but for whatever reason, America didn't seem to agree. She was dressed in a business suit, a pencil skirt and a button up blouse. She almost always had a wireless ear piece on connected to her phone.

She was trying to fix this.

When the concert was over, she approached him from the side, and gave him a sympathetic look -- and decided to ask him the same question she had for the last few shows.

"What happened this time, Nate?"
 
He flipped up the collar of his leather jacket. He couldn't handle the shame of having to talk to his manager like this for the past three concerts or so. At the first one, he tried to blow it off. He had said it was 'just a setback.' Obviously not. At the second one he had said he was 'in a slump.' No joke. Now he had nothing to say. He couldn't understand why this wasn't working.

Maybe it was because of his voice. It was a bit high, and his singing was a higher pitch than most other male singers. He also wasn't the most masculine of guys, either. He didn't have any real muscles, nor a... large cock. He didn't like to admit that last part.

Nate looked over at his agent. "I... I don't know what happened this time," he said, avoiding eye contact with her, "I really thought today would be different. But, I guess not."
 
Ellie frowned at him, crossing her arms. He didn't even have an excuse for her now. That wasn't good. A slump, she could have worked with. A setback, she could get around, but this -- she wasn't sure that there'd be another gig. Nobody wanted to hire someone who couldn't fill out the venue, big or small.

"Then we've got to do something quick. Something drastic -- something that will get everybody back on your side!" She said, forcefully, stepping closer. "Any ideas at all, Nate?" She didn't want him dropped from the label. If he was, then she'd be dropped a client, too. And that was never good.
 
"I... I don't know what we can do. Do you have any ideas?" he said, looking at the ground. He felt like shit. He slowly got up, and then faced her. "Do you? Because I've tried everything I could. Everything."

He couldn't understand it. He had been good enough at first, but people stopped coming after a while. It was if he had lost his magic. His magic touch. And someone who lost that wasn't of any use to the record label.
 
Ellie lowered her eyes to the ground as well. No ideas -- of course not. If he had an idea, they just might not be in this position. She ran a hand through her own long, blonde hair when he stood up. "No, I..." And then she paused... Maybe.. maybe just maybe. She sized him up. In her heels, she was a pretty tall girl, standing just shy of six foot.

"Well... you'd never go for it, Nate." She said dismissively, starting to turn around. "I guess I'll just call the record label and see what kind of severance package we can get." She sounded dejected.
 
"No! Wait! What is it?" he said, the desperation evident in his voice. He knew that this was his only hope. He would be out of the job and homeless if he didn't.

He grabbed her and turned her around, and looked deep into her eyes. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but it was too late now. "Please, tell me. I'll do anything. Anything."
 
Ellie stopped when she heard the desperation in his voice. That was the sort of desperation that he would need if he seriously wanted to turn this around. She wanted to turn it around, too. She turned to face him, and inhaled heavily.

"Okay. Nate, I think we need to change everything about your style. The music is good -- I really don't think thats the problem -- but... I think changing your style will make everything better. And I'm talking radically. Not a different wardrobe -- a new everything. I'm talking about..." She stopped.

"--America loves white, female singers. America will love you, if you make than transition. It's the only thing I can think of to turn this ship around. You come out with a new, feminine personae. Not Nate -- Natalie."
 
Nate stood there, shellshocked. What exactly was she suggesting? Was she saying that he needed to become a girl in order to keep going?

"W-What? Are you honestly suggesting that? You must be crazy..." he said, lowering his head. But even then, he was thinking about it. He wasn't masculine at all. It wouldn't be hard to make the change. Looking up at her, he realized he was trembling. He knew this would change his life, one way or another. "If it will keep me out of the streets... I'll do it."
 
Ellie shrugged, looking away when he rejected the idea. She wasn't going to force him into it. She needed to move on to a new client fast, if he wasn't willing to play ball. Maybe she misjudged his enthusiasm for turning this tank of a career around. But he then decided he'd try it.

"Will you really?" She asked, in disbelief. He'd never been manly enough to pull off any serious sex appeal before, but the way he looked -- adn the way she was planning on selling this -- she was pretty confident she could get sex to sell for him as a woman. "I think it will. I can call the record company, and start setting things up for a transformation tomorrow -- if you're really serious about trying to do this. Are you? I want to hear you say it, plain."
 
He took another trembling breath. "I am serious about this. I'll become a girl," he said numbly, as if he couldn't believe the words were actually coming out of his mouth. He sat down after he said that, trying to get a grip on his situation.

Nate sat there for a second, trying to think about what would happen. He didn't know what was coming, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy, nor would it be pleasant.
 
Ellie nodded. "Okay, I believe you. We're going to make this work." She said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He was trembling -- and she was, too. This was a big change, after all. "It's not going to be easy, Nate. I'm going to head to the hotel and set everything up -- you should, too. You're going to want to sleep on this. If you're still sure tomorrow... you and I are going to prepare a statement, alright? We're going to set the press on fire tomorrow, and get everyone talking about you and your new decision to live, and work, as a woman."

She smiled reassuringly, and made to leave.
 
Nate couldn't sleep. He honestly couldn't. He just kept thinking about his decision. Was it a good thing? He didn't know. All he knew is that the press was going to eat this up. And he was going to be at the center of it all, like a circus animal out on display. He didn't like the analogy, but it was a fairly accurate depiction of what would happen.

He woke up in the morning, realizing somehow that he had managed to get to sleep. He recalled yesterday's events, and knew that he could turn back. But what would happen if he did? His family wouldn't be very proud. Then again, he didn't know if they would be proud of him becoming a girl. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation. He figured he had nothing to lose, and with that thought, Nate called his agent. "I'm going to do it."
 
Ellie answered after only a few rings, and barely got a hello out before Nate confirmed that he was going to do it.

"Alright then! I'll have the chauffeur bring the car around for us. I talked to the label -- they're behind us. We've got about five hours before we have to get downtown to hold a press conference to make the announcement. Hey, listen, before you meet me at the car -- are you comfortable getting up on the stand yourself? They're going to want to talk to you about it. I can make the announcement for you, but -- well, obviously it's for my career isn't going to fly, you know? You're going to have to really sell that you're -- becoming your true self or whatever. They'll eat it up and you'll be an American sweetheart immediately.

And... how do you feel about heading to the salon first thing?"
 
Nate sighed, knowing he had a long journey ahead of him. "Yeah, I'm comfortable being up there. I guess I can come up with something along the lines of 'my true self' or something like that," he said, looking up at the ceiling as he laid back down, "And I guess I can go to the salon. I'm assuming I'll need a new wardrobe, too..."

"I'm going to get ready now," he said, after a bit of a silence, "I'll meet you out front."

And so, Nate went to the bathroom, and took one last look at himself. Probably the last time he would ever see himself like that. He ran a comb through his hair, until it was relatively detangled, and then put on a plain white t-shirt and some skinny jeans. An hour later, he stepped into the car, and greeted Ellie. He was a bit distant at this point, but he knew he couldn't turn back now.
 
Ellie smiled to herself. "Yeah, a whole new sex-appeal filled wardrobe. Hope you're ready to learn how to walk in heels." She said, giggling a bit at the thought of Nate prancing about in a pair of four inch stilettos, trying desperately not to fall on his ass. She said her goodbyes and hung up, riding the elevator down to the car and getting in to wait for Nate. When he came to the car, she looked like she was in a different variant of the same outfit as before, with her hair done up in a bun this time. He'd be able to hear her talking on the phone --

"Yes. Natalie said that she wants to be the one to make the announcement. Yes. Yes."

A pause of silence; she waved at him as the car started to drive.

"Okay. Bye." She turned towards him. "So -- are you ready for this? It's going to be a lot of grooming. I don't think you need extensions honestly, but we can grab some of those, too, if you feel like you do."
 
Nate got goosebumps when Ellie called him Natalie. It was his new identity, after all, but he still wasn't quite sure about how he felt about it. He knew this was for his career, but he still felt nervous about doing something this drastic. When she asked him if he was ready, he responded, "I think so."

Nate sighed. "I think we should just do the extensions. If it's going to sell me, I'll do it." He couldn't believe what he was saying; he wouldn't have ever thought he'd be doing this a week earlier.
 
"Alright then!" Ellie answered, feeling a strange sense of giddiness. She wondered if she should feel guilty for that. "Sorry if I sound over eager, it's just -- this is a once in a life time kind of thing, you know? I can't believe it's really happening, and I'm right there at the center with you!" She was a little conceited, but Nate knew that already -- the woman had to be a bit selfish in the cutthroat world of music production and management.

It didn't take long for them to arrive. It was one of those fancy, high-end salons. The sort you needed an appointment to get into weeks in advance because scarcity created desirability. She looked at him, and put a reassuring hand on his knee. "Don't worry about the cost or anything. The label said they'll cover anything you want and paid for a rush appointment. They're going to do everything you want them to. Wax, facial, skin-care -- nails, hair, the whole thing. Hey, uhm --" She stopped, wondering how to put this. "When you're getting waxed, you might want to wax your privates. I don't know if you already trimmed them, but it'll be a hell of a lot easier to get into clothes with nothing extra down there, I'd guess." She said.

"So... do you want me to come in with you?"

She hoped that Natalie would say yes.
 
Natalie was a bit nervous. In fact, the soon-to-be woman was scared. She didn't know what to do. So she nodded, and said, "Yeah, I'd like you to come in with me."

When she walked in, her nose was assaulted by the scent of barbicide and hairspray. She was already thinking about what she would want done. She figured she'd probably be more marketable if she looked like what her ideal girlfriend would look like, or at least would have when she was a he. She looked over at Ellie, and began to relay what she wanted done, because she was going to be too nervous to talk to stylist. Natalie had no idea how she'd cope with the press, but hoped it would fade by then.

"I guess I'm going to need extensions and highlights for my hair, maybe with big waves." She had no idea how she knew all this, but she kept going. "Facial and nails they can do what they think will be best, and as for the wax... Save that for last." Natalie visibly shuddered.
 
Ellie smiled broadly, and followed Natalie right into the salon. She raised her eyebrows when Natalie took charge a big, saying exactly what she wanted. She laughed a bit when Natalie reserved the wax for last. "Yeah, that's going to hurt." She probably would have done it first and spent the rest of the time in the salon letting the feeling work away. She could only imagine how unpleasant it likely would be for someone who had never had it done, ever. Ellie got the receptionist, who prompty got a few employees to tend to her. Ellie shifted to the side, taking a mostly observation-oriented role, though she did say one thing:

"I'm right here with you, Nat."

They took her to a chair, washed her hair, prepared her for the process of highlighting and extending his hair; they asked for her to repeat what she had said walking in the door and, true professionals like they were, would painstakingly follow Natalie's instructions to the letter to get her the hair she was dying to have. Ellie chimed in when they finished;

"You look amazing, hun." Far better than she had walking in, that she could say without a doubt! Next came the skin-care, the facial, the nails -- pedicure, manicure, the works. Natalie's hair was wrapped in a towel to keep it's newly extended self clear from the work space, and her eyes were covered for the moment. The constant, gentle care being offered might be strange, especially the sensation of people working near her face, her toes, and her finger nails all at once. She had chosen to defer this to the three girls tending to her, but Ellie still asked Natalie a question:

"What's your favorite color again, Natalie?"
An employee chimed in -- "Red might work."

They were clearly talking about nail polish.
 
"Red is fine, I guess," Natalie responded. All of this was going by so fast, it was hard for her to contemplate. She felt the strange sensation of her toenails and finger nails being painted, and it tickled. She couldn't see, but she knew the three girls were hard at work getting looking like the girl she was going to be from now on.

She couldn't hide, however, the small boner that had begun to sprout. She tried to hold it back, but it wasn't going to stay hidden. He had tried tucking it in before she had left her apartment, but it had slipped out and was now tenting his skinny jeans, but only slightly thanks to the tightly stretched denim.

She finally got to the dreaded part of the visit. The waxing. After undressing, she had strips layered onto her legs, her arms, her armpits, her chest, her back, and finally, her genitals, which she had already trimmed fairly well. "This will only hurt for a bit," one of the girls said as the wax hardened. Natalie doubted that very much.
 
Now, while the girl's didn't say anything -- leaving both manager and managee to wonder if they'd seen it -- Ellie didn't miss the tightening of her already tight jeans. Was Natalie getting turned on by this? No wonder she had said yes so easily -- had she caught a little sissy or something with this offer? She thought it made sense. It justified the long hair, and what seemed to be a lack of effort at the gym to look manly. Natalie could have easily pulled off the pretty boy vibe with a slightly closer cut about double the muscle mass and definition, but -- well, if she had then she wouldn't be here!

That was why Ellie chimed in -- apparently sticking around for the waxing -- "Might as well wax her ass, too."

She stood in front of Natalie, and took one of her hands in her own. "You can squeeze my hand when they do it. They'll try to get it over as quickly as possible, okay? Being hairless from the neck down is going to be -- a great experience." She assured. Her talking was only a distraction, though, as the girl's started to pull the strips free from her, leaving nothing but reddened, hairless skin behind. It hurt like a bitch, as they were tearing hairs out, but Ellie kept hold of Natalie's hand even as they turned her over to do the other side. Honestly, as awful as it was, Ellie tried to reassure her... and try to ignore her own building sense of arousal. She couldn't put her finger on it... but something about this scenario was working her up.

"There! They're already done! Can you believe that? Bet you thought you had a ton left to go, didn't you?"
 
Natalie was trembling. She couldn't feel her body. The only part she felt was her head. The rest was all numb, apart from the occasional throb of pain. She had been squeezing Ellie's hand the whole time, and she was crying for some reason. She sniffled a bit. "T-Thanks, Ellie," she said, not knowing what else to say.

When they got back to the car, Natalie felt a bit better. She didn't want to think about the pain, so she decided to talk. "S-So, where are we going next? I guess I need to get a new wardrobe..." she said, her voice still shaky and a bit strained.
 
Ellie broke one of her hands away -- the one Natalie wasn't crushing -- and wiped away her tears. Back in the car, she nodded.

"Yes. Definitely. That was where I wanted to take us next -- we need to get you underwear, dresses, outfits -- the works. It might be weird." She was doubting that, though. She was starting to get the feeling that Natalie was going to find it very enjoyable slipping into the clothes of a woman. "I'm definitely going with you, no if ands or buts about it. You and I are gonna find something that makes you sexy as hell for your unveiling with the press." She said, thinking about saying something about how Natalie had stiffened earlier. It hadn't been a very big bulge, had it?

She decided to wait to see if that returned when Natalie was trying on outfits.

"I say we get a full outfit picked out, then you change into it -- and we hunt for the rest while you're wearing it, what do you say? and... I want you to pick something you're comfortable with! Something you'll identify with, you know?" They were at the mall now.
 
Natalie nodded, but couldn't shake the sensation of strangeness. She felt odd, as if she wasn't in her own body, but at the same time she was. She didn't know what to make of it, so she shrugged it off for now. "O-Ok," she said, still a bit numb.

Natalie nodded again when she said to find something comfortable, but she wasn't sure on what she meant by that. She guess that it meant something that she could feel good about wearing, but she didn't know if she'd even find something like that. She had never actually worn women's clothes, but she did watch some sketchy porn involving guys doing it.

The first store that they went in held nothing of interest. Natalie had an inkling of an idea for an outfit, but wasn't sure if it'd even work. In the second store Natalie picked out a black pleated skirt and a white frilled blouse, along with a few hair clips, just in case. She assumed she would get some interesting looks from Ellie, but no words were said. Natalie was just trying to pick what might look good to the public. Finally, they stopped in a Victoria's Secret, and got some underwear and a bra, B Cup, which Natalie knew she would have to fill in with tissue or something.
 
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