What the heck?!
Oh no, no no no nooooo! Anything but that! you squirmed. You knew exactly what Sophie was holding in her hands!
In world of action movies it was a particularly legendary Hollywood prop. Since the amount of male stuntmen tended to outnumber their female counterparts by a good ratio of 10 to 1, directors usually found themselves lacking girls to mimic the star heroine of the show. To mend this problem, male stuntmen crossdressed regularly for the roles, often for days on an end to save time for the make-up artists. This saved time in turn reduced production costs. The offside was that the stuntmen had to wear things like permanent wigs and false breast forms glued to their chest, sleeping with it for as much as a week until the specific scene had been successfully shot.
And you recognized them instantly. Squealing, you tried to dart away from Sophie whom was holding the 2 plastic blobs toward you the same way an insane mad-scientist would wield defibrillators ( those machines in hospitals they use to shock people; they look like ironing cuffs).
"Come on Evan!" Sophie jubilated as you tried to retreat from her: "I have some falsies for you!" The other girls at this point was rolling on the floor as they were overcome with laughter.
"Stay away, freak!" you yollered at Sophie.
"But you'll look great with them!"
"Enough!" Melody declared an end to all the ruckus: "Evan, if you don't stay still and do as we say, I'll send those emails!" she threatened.
"Please, no. I don't want to! Anything but that!" you groveled. Melody paid you no mind as she and Sophie dragged you back into the office chair and made you sit. By now you were oozing embarrasment from your crimson face. Perhaps you were too stunned from shame that you did not resist.
Sophie pulled off your bikini-top and started rubbing something that felt similar to jellyton on your chest, making you cringed.
"What are you doing?!" you yelled in shock, never having any girl, even your mother touch you there that way before!
"Ooh! You like that?" Sophie asked.
"NO!!" you raged.
Distracted, you didn't notice your sister smacking the breast forms on your well-glue-infused chest until she hammered them there.
"Congradulations! It's a girl!" Melody declared, supported by the cheers of her friends. You felt your head would explode like an overheated Thermonetor as the blood of shame rushed to your head making it glow bright red.
You tried to remove the breast forms, but Sophie slapped your hands away.
"Take it off!" you shouted shrilly, very much like a girl.
"Keep his hands down until they dry." Sophie ordered. Katie and Janet pinned down your arms, making all your struggles in vain. Realizing the pointlessness of resistance, you slumped back into the chair. Damn girls!
"See? He's starting to enjoy it." Melody stated jeeringly at your resignation.
"I really hate you all!" you grinded through clenched teeth.
"Oh and I love you very much, little brother." And she flicked your nose, the way she always did after successfully mocking you, as if to drive the point home that you couldn't do anything about it.
At last they released their hold on you; you gasped for air as the pressure on your chest was withdrawn, making you able to use your lungs as normal once again. Then without ceremony, the very first thing you did was to try and rid yourself of the false breasts.
Amidst the ridicules of your sister and her friends you quickly discovered what a hopeless exercise that was.
The breast forms were well and truly stuck. Whatever supernatural superglue Sophie had used made sure they remained in position, had ensured they were attached as an extension of your body.
You didn't realize like what a moronic fool you looked - a girl seemingly desperately tugging at her breasts as if to remove them whole - until your sister's and her friend's shouting laughter threatened to blow the roof apart. You glared at them miserably; your blush so intense it could have set candles ablaze.
Janet was on the floor, clutching her sides as if her intestines were about to fall out from her shaking; she choked on her giggling as she tried to say something: "He...he...he's a natural. Your little brother is so awesome."
Katie's eyes were river streams as she laughed until she cried: "Oh he's so cute. I should have taped that!"
"Don't worry. I have it all right here." Melody indicated to her digital camera in her hands.
"Aren't we a bit cruel?" Sophie asked as she approached you with the bikini-top once more. For some reason the point of no return in terms of humiliation had just been breached, and for the first time you didn't so much as put up a fight as she donned the bikini-top over your falsified chests. You just stood there. Meekly and tired from being made to endure that shame.
"Wow. Fits well!" Sophie announced as she tied the bikini string behind your back. The rest of the girls agreed upon this favorably; with compliments of how beautiful you looked which made you scowl at them. For some reason the more you projected in your face how much you disliked the whole damn lot of them, the more they just coed on about how adorable you looked, all very much to your displeasure.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Katie interjected: "Look closely. He's too pale for them. People will too easily be able to see the difference in skin colour. We need to discolour the lay-lines against his chest. Or they'll see the plastic against his skin."
"Hold on." Janet said. "I've got the make-up kit right here."
"Sit down, sport." Melody pushed you into the office chair for a third time. Janet and Katie took turns to tickle your skin with white brushes as they coloured in your parts that was attached directly behind the breast forms. Then Sophie took some oil and rubbed it onto your back. At this you responded.
"What now?!" you complained.
"We need to make sure you're skin all over your falsies looks the same, so sit still! This is tanning oil. I'm making you a bit less pale on your back. Trust me, you'll look great." Sophie said cheerfully. The sound of 'falsies' made you want to strangle someone. Most specifically your sister.
Upon completion they inspected you. You utterly despised their scrutiny of you, as if you were some kind of play doll; something you suspected they were treating you as.
"Perfect." Janet pronounced.
"Now what?" Katie asked.
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