Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2021 15:09:06 +0000 From: nattybumpo Subject: The Show Must Go On (tg, mc, magic scifi) Author's Note: I think anyone who saw "Ring around Gilligan" even as a very young child, and was excited, was destine to like MC erotica. The Show Must Go On By Nattybumpo Harold Perkins was finishing his hair appointment at his favorite uni-sex salon across the street from the small advertising agency where he worked. A self admitted "metro-sexual", his friends and co-workers often teased him (in good humor of course) about the amount of "product" he used in his hair. They were equally envious of his skinny body, which Harold maintained without ever stepping foot in a gym. He also had virtually not body hair to speak of and his only personal complaint was that he burned faster than anyone he knew. "Thank you Cheryl," Harold said as he headed toward the door. Cheryl, the owner, waved as she was simultaneously checking in a new customer. He was of similar size and build to Harold. Harold wasn't really listening but could not help overhear Cheryl mention the fact that all her assistants were busy, but she could take this new customer in her private studio behind the back door. Harold himself had gotten into the habit of requesting this particular venue since it was quieter and more relaxed than the regular salon. The new customer was heading toward the door as Harold left to go back to work. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't think you understand the nature of what we are dealing with here," Vanessa said as her boss poured over the numbers on his laptop. Tony was clearly annoyed. He was smart, he knew it, and was happy to remind anyone of the fact. "I understand plenty, and little if any of it is good," he fumed. "The porn industry has gone through an amazing upheaval since the internet boom. 95% of our revenue are lost from pirating, and legal battles have done little to stop that. The only way for us to make margins is to continually produce content that people want, and/or others are unwilling to produce. Its that simple." Vanessa said nothing. She was also very smart, and given that she was one of the few females in this typically male dominated industry, was very well regarded by the actors and studio workers alike. She new better that to push Tony. And she knew which line item was troubling him. "Why is it, in one of the few niche areas where we can monetize virtually all the product we can produce, we are producing less?" He said, turning to face her at last. "Why are we producing less Shemale content every quarter?" "As I started to say, Transgender films have a unique set of challenges," Vanessa replied, choosing the less offensive term she knew the performers preferred. She could have easily gone into the details about how few performers there were. How few cis men and women there were who wanted to work with them. The fact that many of these performers were on hormones that prevented them from becoming erect and performing. How coming off these drugs was complicated and sometimes even dangerous. How even if you did, it was no guarantee you would get a "money shot", and even if you did, it might be a clear cum with none of the milky white contrast that the customers paid to see. She could have said all of this but she also knew Tony didn't care. All he wanted to know was one thing. "What is your plan?" he asked. "I don't think you want to know that," Vanessa said. "Ha!" Tony laughed. "Why? Illegal or immoral?" "I'm not sure what's considered immoral in this industry," she replied, "But lets just say its creative, experimental, and the less anyone knows the better." "Hmm. When does this happen?" he said. "We start this weekend," Vanessa replied. "Alright. I'm not thrilled, but I want to see this line item improve, " he said making direct eye contact for the first time. "Update me Monday," he said, implicitly stating that their meeting was over. Vanessa rose saying "Monday it is," and strolled out the door. Tony pondered how good her ass looked in the leather skirt she sported. She could have easily been a performer herself but her ability to film had kept her behind the camera. Her intelligence promoted her to director and now studio manager and if anyone could solve this problem, it was her. He just hoped she did otherwise there was a group of anonymous "investors", for lack of a more polite term, who would be very upset with Tony. Vanessa had no idea about the nature of the studio's financial issues. She did know that producing money making content was critical, and after checking on a few other projects, headed across town to talk with her partner, Cheryl. ------------------------------------------------------- At the salon, Cheryl was just finishing the hair styling, having washed, towel dried, and was now setting the client's hair. His name was Philip and he was the one Harold had seen getting checked in as he was leaving. The fact that Philip and he were of similar build had seemed unremarkable to Harold, but in fact it was critical, and the entire reason both Harold, and now Philip had been seen in the private room. "Here you go, just put these earbuds in," Cheryl said as she moved the old-style classic dryer over Philip's head. "Now just sit back and relax, I'll be back when its over." Philip relaxed. The earbuds played relaxing synthesized music, and he barely heard the dryer. Even if he had, it wouldn't matter. The device was a complex electromagnetic coil designed to interrupt, and modify electromagnetic brain pulses. It was wired to a computer in the next room, and that computer was now executing its program. Before long, Philip was completely relaxed, lips parted and a small line of drool oozing out. Though not a single muscle of his was flexed, a close look would have revealed to anyone Philip's rock hard erection. Cheryl walked back into the room, and gently opened his eyes, which were rolled up into the back of his head, showing only pure white. She gently placed completely blacked out viewing goggles with wires over his expressionless white orbs, waited until they began flashing even more signals into his brain, then quietly left the room to meet with her partner, Vanessa. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------- "So, the camera crews are all set up, whats the hold up?" Vanessa asked? "Just timing. One subject is here already, I expect the other here by this evening and then we can begin," Cheryl said. She knew Vanessa was nervous and uneasy but there was only so much that could be done. "So we seriously only have 2 subjects?" Vanessa lamented. "After 6 months that's it?" "Technically 3, we just started a third before you arrived. He should be ready in a month. You do have rather strict inclusion criteria you know, " Cheryl said eyeing Vanessa with a gentle look of skeptical yet playful incredulity. "Can I see the newest subject?" Vanessa asked. "Sure, follow me." They walked out of Cheryl's office, and down a rather dark hall, and entered a room with electronics, computer displays, and a large window into the room next door. The window was one-way glass, and the "subject" was Philip. He was now completely naked, head in the "dryer", eyes covered by a low glowing pair of goggles. His naked body was practically hairless naturally, and he lacked any real masculine muscles. He lay on his back on a chiropractor like table. He was fully reclined with his legs spread. As Vanessa watched, one of Cheryl's assistants walked in wheeling a tray of "objects", and sat between Philip's legs. From the cart she took several silicon rings called ballstretchers and placed them around Philips testicles. This cause them to be pulled away from the base of his penis. Even though Philip was circumcised, all his foreskin was now pulled tightly away from his cock-head. The distance from his balls to the base of his cock would also help delay any "accidental" ejaculation during the work to come. The assistant then began lubing up a large dildo as well as Philip's asshole. Slowly she inserted the dildo into his ass, then made sure it was strapped on so as to keep it put. Once this was done, she looked at the screen on the laptop on the cart, and began gently running lubed gloved hands up and down Philip's shaft. It wasn't long before his cock was oozing precum in similar quantities to his still open mouth. As the assistant continued, the precum started to take on a milky white look, the result of the dildo forcing semen out of his now constantly palpated prostate. Despite all this, Philip remained relaxed, breathing deeply, and absorbing all the programing the computers could muster. "A full month, huh?" Vanessa lamented. "Don't worry," Cheryl said, walking over to Vanessa and gently rubbing her shoulders. "We went months before getting any of the clients with your criteria, then word of mouth seemed to do the rest. I'll bet we start to see a gentle acceleration now. Besides," she said suggestively, turning Vanessa around until they were facing each other, "I know what we can do to 'relax' you for the next hour or so while we wait." Normally Vanessa wouldn't have mixed business with personal time, but with literally everything ready and just waiting, she visibly relaxed, and leaned in to give Cheryl a deep lovers kiss. As they headed off to Cheryl's truly private office, fingers entwined in each others hand, she wondered when the other subject would arrive, and briefly hoped it wasn't too early. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Harold arrived home early around 3 pm, enjoying the tradition his company had of early release on Fridays during the summer. As he was getting his mail in the lobby he heard a voice behind him say, "Oh, apartment 12B?" Harold turned to see a middle aged woman in the classic brown uniform of a delivery person, holding a package and a tablet awaiting his signature. He smiled and almost automatically signed with his figure tip and took the package. She smiled and walked back out the lobby door as Harold turned to go up to his apartment. Had he taken a moment or two to think, he would have found it odd that the woman's uniform sported not a single corporate logo on it, she had no other packages, and when she left, she got on a small scooter instead of a delivery truck. But it was Friday, and he didn't notice. Once upstairs all he could think of was quick power nap. He and his co-workers had grabbed drinks last night after work, and several college friends were also meeting up tonight and he wanted to be bright eyed for that. Meeting people in the city wasn't easy and despite considering himself straight, he had secretly been harboring "odd" thoughts the last month or two when fantasizing at home alone. "Been single too long," he thought to himself. "Clearly my mind is trying to find subconscious ways to increase my odds at companionship." He set his laptop bag on the counter along with the mail, and then looked at the package. It was addressed to his apartment, but no person. Strange. He got a pair of scissors and open the box. Inside was another box. A jewelry box. "That's weird," he thought, and opened it up. It was a ring. A woman's ring. A really large, almost gaudy woman's ring. He looked at it in odd disbelief, looked to see if there was a packing slip (there wasn't) and then looked back at the ring. It was large and circular, almost 3 inches in diameter. The circle was made of gold colored "rope braids" which spiraled toward the center. In the center was a large, obviously fake, diamond that reflected the light and sparkled in his eyes. When it did, he had an odd sensation like a memory trying to rise to the surface of his conscious mind. He was trying to tease this thought to the surface and barely noticed his cock was pleasantly stirring. He put the box with the ring down, shook his head and decided this must be a mistake. Looking at the shipping box there was no return address. Even stranger. Oh well. Just deal with it tomorrow he thought. Power nap, remember? He walked into his bedroom and lay on top of the bed with his cloths still on. He tried to doze, but his mind was having no part of it. He kept thinking about the ring, and the more he did, the more he realized his cock was getting hard. When he realized he had unconsciously put his hand on his crotch and was stroking himself he decided, enough was enough, might as well head to the bar early to meet his friends. He got up, walked to the kitchen to leave but his attention was immediately grabbed by the ring sitting in the opened jewelry box. It almost look like a radar dish aimed at him. Sparkling at him. Calling to him. Maybe I should just take it to the nearest pawn shop on the way to Clancy's Bar, he thought. He was about to close the box when the though in the back of his mind surfaced and slowly, hesitantly, he took it out of the box, placed it near his ring finger on his left hand and gently, almost teasingly, slid it on. He stared at it on his finger and just barely had time to think how oddly good it looked on him, and how hard his cock had become, when suddenly the large diamond flashed a blinding white light, all his muscles froze, and his conscious mind shut down. ---------------------------------------------------------- Vanessa's orgasm ripped through her, releasing a large amount of tension that had built up this week as Cheryl gently swirled her tongue in perfect rhythm around Vanessa's clit. She and Cheryl had met when Vanessa had started as a camera operator and Cheryl was a make up artist. Vanessa had always considered herself "open minded" and when you are in porn, the easiest relationships are with others in the industry. Cheryl was between lovers and her sex drive compelled her to hit on Vanessa. Vanessa was learning the hard way that being a healthy young woman exposed to constant sexual imagery caused its own frustrating issues. Cheryl had seemed like a temporary fix to that problem. That was ten years ago. Cheryl was now resting her head on Vanessa's thigh when she noticed a message flashing on one of the monitors. Ring number 2 had activated. The subject would be on his way. She stood in front of Vanessa, who had been slouching on her office couch in her post orgasmic bliss. Slowly she raised her leopard print skirt, exposing her bare hairless pussy. "He's on his way baby. You've got 30 minutes," then smiled as Vanessa's tongue gently slid into her slick well lubricated folds. ------------------------------ Harold's phone had been vibrating off and on for the last thirty minutes as several of his friends tried to call and text him, all to no avail. Sometime later in the weekend, Harold would tell them all that work had wiped him out that week and he had fallen asleep early of Friday; just like he had been instructed to tell them. Just like he believed had actually happened. But the phone was sitting on the counter discarded for now and its own was gone. Harold, having been conditioned for weeks in Cheryl's back room, was immediately entranced by the flash of the diamond ring. As the ring had continued to pulse and transmit instructions only Harold's subconscious mind could read, he had fallen deeper into the relaxing hypnotic trance. He stood staring at the ring. Initially his muscles had been tense, but they too relaxed as did his mind. Soon he was gazing limp-wristed at the ring soaking up the instructions it pulsed. When it stopped just as suddenly as it had started, he reached over to the counter, grabbed his apartment keys, and walked out of the apartment no longer caring about the ring on his finger. He barely seemed to pay attention to where he was going and only a few people in the constant hustle and bustle of the city even bothered to second glance at him. Soon, per his programing, he arrived at a location, knocked on the door, and stood there waiting while his mind insisted he stare at his beautiful ring again, the diamond sparking gently into his rather blank eyes. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Vanessa was in the studio with her crew. Lighting had been placed and small meager sets had been constructed. One side of the studio which backed up to Cheryl's salon was done up as a small bar. No bartender, but two pre-made drinks were already on the bar. The other half was basically done as a simple living room with a couch and an love seat. Vanessa gave instructions on light placement and camera angles as she waited for their "performers" to complete make up and wardrobe and arrive on set. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl and gone to the door that Harold had knocked on and smiled. He continued to stare into the ring which was gently pulsing and he barley noticed her. She reached out and took his other hand as if she were leading a date onto the dance floor, and he let her guide him down the hallway. His walk had been changing on his trip over here and now as she led him, his feet were stepping one in front of the other the way a runway model would walk. It caused his hips to sway while he walked, like a very sexy woman. When they arrived in the make-up room, Cheryl led him to an empty chair. There he stood, gazing at his ring, completely oblivious to the fact that another man of oddly similar stature was sitting naked in the chair next to his. Had Harold not been in a hypnotic trance he would have realized the man had been at the salon at the same time as Harold on various occasions. Now the man was naked staring at a ring that was very similar to Harold's. It was also gently pulsing and he stared with glazed over eyes, lips that were slightly parted, and his other hand was down by his crotch. His penis was hard and drooling pre-cum while his middle finger gently and slowly swirled around his cock head, using the precum for lube. Cheryl, then told Harold to remove his cloths and sit in the chair. He obeyed and was allowed to adopt the same mannerism of the other man while the ring programed him for the work soon to be done. Meantime Cheryl began doing the other man's makeup. First foundation. Then eye makeup that was silver. Eyeliner and then huge false eyelashes with mascara. Lastly, amazingly bright red lips. False nails were added in silver to match the eyes. Cheryl then went to Harold. Same foundation, but purple eye makeup. Some eyeliner, no false lashes, but slightly more pronounced and trimmed eyebrows. Harold's false nails were also purple, but the lipstick was the same red as the other man. Wardrobe next. The man with the silver eyes was dressed in a silver bandeau style bra with small silicon breast forms. A white crop top and chifon ensemble was added which swirled into a sexy flowing dress below. White stockings were added and a pair of white 4" heels. Lastly, a micro silver satin panty bottom was added to snugly hold his male genitals. Harold was helped into a black demi-bra with slightly larger breast forms, followed by a shear black blouse. Purple stockings and a garter belt were added. Then a shiny purple corset was placed over the the blouse. Cheryl maneuvered Harold's "boobs" into place, then laced the corset tight. 4" back heels were added, and lastly, a black micro skirt with no panties. Then Cheryl went to the wig selection. The man in silver was given long straight blond platinum hair that went down to his butt and styled around the oval of his face. Harold was given a purple wig in a tasteful bob cut, parted and tossed left. Finally, the blond got two large hoop earrings clipped to his ears, and Harold had two peal teardrops clipped to his. Cheryl then took them both by the hand and escorted them out of the room and down the hall. She walked slowly so both could get used to walking in their heels. When they walked into the set room. Lighting was on, and the camera people were ready and rolling. Vanessa, who usually these days took a backseat to the direct work, had opted to direct this particular scene, telling the crew that they only got one shot at this. Once Cheryl had placed the "actors" at the bar next to their drinks and stepped away, Vanessa quietly said, "action." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Harold became aware he was at a bar, which seemed completely natural. His mind was foggy and he didn't remember which bar he was at or how he got there. He sipped his cosmopolitan and seemed to not notice or care that his nails were painted or that he continued to sport a huge golden ring. After some unknown length of time he realized he was sitting next to a blond woman who was staring at him and smiling. Harold smiled back and the woman seemed to blush. Finally Harold said, "Hi, what's your name?" The woman was about to say something when it seemed like there was a "flash" from the equally large ring on her finger. She paused, blinked, and then said, "I'm Michelle. What's your name?" Harold smiled. "My name's..." FLASH "...Haley," she said, her voice suddenly much softer than a moment ago. "Your very beautiful." "Oh, thank you. Your so sweet," Michelle said. "I love your earrings." "Thanks you, and I love yours," said Haley taking another sip of her drink. Michelle also sipped her drink, then looked at her new friend and leaned in as if to whisper something to her. Haley leaned in to listen. "Look," Michelle said, "I'm not usually this bold but I have to tell you. I've been watching you since I got here and you are by far the hottest woman here. I've never really done this, but would you like to come back to my place? I'd really like to get to know you better." Haley was slightly surprised, but at the same time felt tingly all over. Michelle looked so cute and so vulnerable, and she wanted her suddenly. "Sure, let's go back to your place," Haley said. Michelle look relieved and excited. She stood and held her hand out. Haley took it, and they left the bar for Michelle's apartment, which was the set less than 10 feet away with the couch and love seat. As they walked, lights and cameras followed them but they didn't appear to notice. Once in Michelle's "apartment" they gazed longingly into each others eyes. Neither seemed to notice that the rings on their fingers were gently glowing. Finally Michelle leaned in and Haley took the initiative and they kissed. Lips only at first, then longer, and then finally Haley put her tongue into Michell's mouth. She swooned at first then returned the favor. Soon they were deeply french kissing each other, savoring the sensations and not realizing how "lucky" it was that their lipstick perfectly matched. As they continued to kiss, they also began hugging and holding each other. Haley seemed initially surprised to find that Michelle's breasts were pressing into her's, but the confusions faded into the background as the two rings pulsed and glowed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------- So far so good, Vanessa thought. Now for the next test. She looked over to Cheryl and quietly said, "Next." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- FLASH Michelle gently separated herself from Haley and smiled. She slowly lowered herself to her knees as Haley removed her skirt. Neither seemed to find anything out of place with Haley's cock which was fully erect and in front of Michell's face. It, and the testicle's below it were completely shaved, a result of a new habit Haley's alter ego had developed recently. It was a habit Michelle also shared. Michelle leaned closer and daintily, lovingly, kissed the head of Haley's cock. Then some teasing licks. She watched the lustful approving look on Haley's face, then placed her bright red lips around the head, and slowly lowered her head onto the cock. Back and forth Michelle moved her head. Her lips slid over the head of Haley's cock. Back and forth. Loving it. Worshiping it. Sometimes taking it deep into her throat. Sometimes teasing the head and glands. Often she looked up with her large eyes and lashes to see the look on Haley's face, and was turned on even more when she saw the look of need and want in Haley's purple lined eyes. Haley was deeply turned on. She was starting to think she would cum in Michelle's mouth and began to anticipate how to repay this act of love when... FLASH Haley gently lifted Michelle's head off her cock, and led her to the couch. She reached down and removed her small silver panties, then motioned for her to sit. Michelle's cock was also hard, and once she was seated, Haley kneeled before her and showed her how sexy she found her. Her lips were equally talented as was her tongue. Haley used her mouth to stimulate every inch of Michelle's cock, while her hand lovingly caressed her smooth balls. Over and over until Michelle was also breathing heavy, getting closer and closer until... FLASH Haley found herself seated on the couch, a well lubricated condom covering her aching cock. She didn't even question the odd time shift as Michelle was lowering herself onto her cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Haley held her cock in position as Michelle's "pussy" touched, relaxed, and then slid over her cock. Both Haley and Michelle moan in lust as Michelle sat all the way down, and then began to lift up and down slowly yet rhythmically. Up and down. Up and down. Michelle's own cock was bouncing gently agains her tummy as she made love to her partner. Haley was sitting back, taking it all in and letting Michelle take the lead when... FLASH ...she reached around and placed two hands on Michelle's hips, held her steady, and began gently trusting herself in time to Michelle. This slight aggressiveness turn Michelle on more. She was equally surprised and turned on when Haley took one of her hands and placed it on her cock and began stroking in time with her thrusts. Michelle now found herself letting Haley take control and submitting to her will. FLASH Michelle was bent over the love seat in a doggy style. Haley was behind her, hands still on her hips, trusting in and out, in and out. She was getting to the point of no return and did not know how much longer she could hold out when... FLASH ...she stopped, pulled out, and rolled Michelle over into a classic missionary position, and re-entered her. She held Michelle's legs open and re-established her rhythm. She tried to maintain a slow steady pace but her pulse rate was rising and her breaths were coming faster and faster. When she realized Michelle was also breathing harder, she took one hand, wrapped it around Michelle's cock, and began to stroke in rhythm to her trusts. Michelle's eyes were rolled back in her head showing only white. Her mouth was open, her red lips forming a perfect "O". Haley could feel her ass pussy pulse once, her breath catch, and her muscles clench. "Oh God! Yes! Please baby! Yes! Please, please don't stop! I'm, I'm cuu..." she said, just as a large shot of white cum spurted from her cock all over he tummy and dress. Haley continued to stroke her cock and Michelle continued to cum, completely unaware of the camera and cameraman just inches away, capturing the whole orgasm in full HD quality. Seeing her lover climax pushed Haley over the edge. She felt her cock and balls tighten and... FLASH ... she pulled out of Michelle's ass, removed the condom, and began jerking her cock off. When she came, she aimed her cock at Michelle's cock, coating it and her testicles with pulse after pulse of her cum. As she completed her release, her legs went wobbly and she felt beside Michelle, exhausted. As she lay their catching her breath, Michelle leaned over to kiss her. Haley returned the kiss and they quietly made out as Vanessa smiled and said, "CUT." ------------------------------------------------------------- Haley and Michelle were led back into the staging area. Clothing was removed along with wigs makeup and jewelry, except for the rings. They showered, dried, and dressing in their street cloths. Then they stood near their makeup chairs while the rings pulse instructions of what they should and should not remember. Shortly after that they left and headed of into the night. -------------------------------------------------------------- Harold woke the next morning on top of his bed still in his cloths. Wow, he thought. Work was exhausting him. So much for meeting his friends for drinks. Oh well. Tonight should work better now that he was rested. He walked into the kitchen to make some coffee and saw the ring sitting there in the box where he had left it. He laughed as he remembered and was about to make a note to take it to a pawn shop tonight, then thought better of it. Instead he closed the box and walked back into his bedroom and placed the box and ring in the back of the top draw of his bedside table, and then quietly forgot about it, as "instructed". Little did he know that across town, a young man of similar build named Michael was doing something similar.