by Ema Bancroft
Good God. I tried to act as if I wasn't so affected by Elijah's delicious ass that he was shaking around the room and his voice fading away melting something in my boxer's underpants.
"Okay... okay... let me try,"I complained.
We worked on it for a while longer, until Elijah and Mabel made sure it was "loose" enough.
So it was on the move: There's no need to stoop so much, Daisy. Think of your legs as tree trunks and arms as branches.
And sit down: Don't cross your legs, but don't spread them so far that it seems like you're asking someone to suck your dick. And for God's sake, stop scratching your crotch!
And the always elusive standing upright and doing nothing: you can go in two directions - the weight distributed evenly on your feet and arms across your chest... or the weight on one leg and hands on your hips. Just remember to think big shoulders, big shoulders, big chest, big dick... big penis?
That one threw me out. "How am I supposed to think big? "I'm five-four, 110 pounds!"
Elijah and Mabel shared an exasperated look. "It's a mentality, Daisy,"Mabel explained. Like I understand any of this.
Elijah nodded. "No matter how big you really are... you just have to think about making yourself look bigger."
My eyes leaned towards my crotch, wondering if I needed to use the ever popular tube sock.
"No, that's not what I mean,"said Elijah, knowing obviously the direction of my thoughts. "Look at Mabel,"he ordered. Mabel was standing primarily close by, her feet at a perfect arch-heeled model angle and her hands folded in front of her. "Look,"Elijah explained. "She would be as small as possible. Everything's close to the body. Now look at me."
Elijah breathed out his chest, opened his legs slightly and moved his arms slightly. "It's like there's an invisible force field around my body,"he said. "So nothing can touch me... my arms can't touch my body... my legs can't touch... you understand?"
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh,"I said with a big smile, thanking him for finally understanding something he was telling me. I tried to imitate Elijah's stance, hoping it would be more like him and less like Pillsbury Doughboy.
Elijah and Mabel assumed identical postures in front of me, their arms across their chest, each raising one hand to their chin as they passed critical eyes over my body.
"Not so swollen,"Mabel suggested.
"Yes, Elijah agreed.
I started arguing, but I thought better and took a deep breath and tried to be less... bloated...
"Much better,"said Mabel approving.
Elijah nodded and said it was time to work on my interviewing skills.
I said I needed to use the bathroom, but when I turned around to get out of the room, Elijah and Mabel shouted simultaneously,"You mean you have to pee!".
E. C.
We were making progress. At least I thought we were.
The truth is, it was fucking hard to be objective when it came to Daisy.
Almost everything she did turned me on. She danced and all she saw was her ass. She talked and all she saw were her lips. She just stood there, and all I could think about was her tits.
Mabel told her to be less swollen. All I could think about was how I wanted to put my hands on the most swollen parts of it. I found myself continually having to adapt to little Henry, and let's just say I wasn't happy with it.
Daisy finally went to the bathroom, and I sighed heavily as I sank into the sofa next to Mabel. She was watching me closely, and that gave me the creeps. I really liked Daisy's friend. Once we got over all the blackouts, screaming and autographs, she was a very cool girl. But I had this way of looking at you like I knew something about you that was a little weird.
I tried to ignore it, focusing on my fingers where they nervously touched my thighs. But that only lasted a few seconds, and I finally turned to her with a snort. "What?"
Mabel smiled with a smile. "You like it."
Well, I thought that was obvious. "¿Y? " I said irritated.
Mabel's eyebrows went up her eyebrows. "You really like it."
I wanted to deny it. Not because it wasn't true, but because I didn't want to be that guy. You know, the pussy I trust to the girl's best friend who had never felt this way before... and she makes me feel all hot inside... and how can I get her to undress?
Okay, maybe not the last one, but you realize that.
Mabel kept giving me that all-knowing look, so I sighed again, my eyes dropping. "Yes."
"Don't sound so depressed about it,"she laughed.
"It's not that,"I muttered, giving myself a hand through frustrated hair. "It's so... complicated"?
Mabel laughed with laughter. "That's an understatement."
I couldn't stop smiling a little. "Yes."
It was getting harder and harder - excuse the pun - to hide my attraction for Daisy. All I wanted to do lately was kiss her and touch her, but when we were with other people I couldn't even look at her because I was afraid to give her away... to give her away. This practice session was as much for me as it was for her. I was trying to see Daisy as a boy, so I wouldn't have to fight with little Henry every time she grazed me at the rehearsal, or did she call my attention during an interview?
That could get seriously uncomfortable.
"You know this can't end well, right? " Mabel said quietly, her eyes firing into the hallway at the sound of running water in the bathroom.
"What? Daisy and me? " I asked, worried that Mabel would know something I didn't.
"I mean all this Daisy/Tim stuff,"she explained. "It's gonna come out eventually."
I let out a deep breath. "Yes, I know. But it's too late to come back now."
Mabel nodded, leaning on the arm of the sofa and looking at me carefully. "Are you gonna be there for her when everything falls apart?"
I twisted a little under her scrutiny, but finally I found her gaze. "Yes. I'll be there."
Mabel's eyes narrowed slightly. I heard the bathroom door open and she said quietly,"I'm going to hug you to that,"before turning around to smile at Daisy as she returned to the room.
After that, we worked a little bit on Daisy's responses to the interview, because I knew that was what worried her the most. Mabel played the reporter and insisted on using a hairbrush as a microphone. I started telling her it wasn't necessary, but she and Daisy looked at me like I was crazy, so I backed down.
Girls were so fucking weird.
Over the next few days we had a lot of interviews to do before the Today Show and the opening night at the Garden. Daisy was scared shitless, but seemed to relax when she realized reporters weren't looking for real information. They just wanted sounds that made a good joke or headline. Like the cute one had to be so sweet and accessible... the guy who made the girls sigh because he was so adorable...
"Tim, do you have a girlfriend? " Mabel asked, holding her hairbrush toward Daisy.
Daisy stared at me. We've been over this before. "No one special,"she said quietly. "Right now, music takes away most of my time."
Mabel nodded. "How long have you been singing?"
Daisy smiled. "For as long as I can remember. My dad says I used to stand at the kitchen table when I was four years old singing "The Sound of Music.
I raised a hand. " Uh... no"?
"No? " Daisy's forehead creased.
"The sound of music? Maybe if you opened up on Sweeney Todd on Broadway."
Daisy folded her arms across her chest. I tried not to realize how that made her crushed tits move a little bit up.
"And what would you suggest? " Archly asked.
I rubbed my chin. "Van Morrison."
"Brown-eyed girl"? she asked with a smile. "I don't know if I could say that with a serious face. How about Prince?"
I shook my head and then snapped my fingers as I thought of the perfect answer. "New Kids on the Block."
Daisy agreed and started humming Hangin' Tough. It was nice to think of a four-year-old Daisy at the dining room table who said,"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
..".
"That's good,"agreed Mabel. "They're a band of boys, but there's no competition anymore. Really, NKOTB? Who are you kidding?"
I started arguing, but Mabel wouldn't let me. "And the girls will think it's adorable, the idea of little Tim imitating Jessie Gomez. " She shrieked a little, and then she went back to all the business.
"Tim, how does it feel to be the new 5Point member? " asked Mabel in her hairbrush.
Daisy swallowed nervously. "Ummm... it's really impressive, but Ricardo left some big shoes to fill..."?
I cut it fast. "Don't... don't... never mention Ricardo. Just say,' I'm excited to be part of the group.
"Stoked,"Mabel interrupted.
"What?"
Mabel kept moving the hairbrush like she was interviewing me. She held it in her mouth. "She should say she' s' excited' to be part of the group."
She put the brush in my mouth. Unconsciously, I spoke directly. "Nobody says that anymore. She'll sound like an idiot."
"How about jazzed? " Mabel asked in the brush.
"Really?"
"' Pumping?"
"Uhhhhh..."
"Psychiatric?"
Daisy finally grabbed the brush. "I'm excited..." She looked at us both with anger. "... to be part of the group. The 5-point fans are the best, and I will do my best not to disappoint them.
Mabel and I blinked for a moment and then we turned to each other.
"I think she's ready,"said Mabel shrugging her shoulders.
I glanced sidelong at Daisy, who looked at me with hope.
"Yes,"I agreed. "She's ready."
Daisy
I wasn't that prepared.
It was Monday morning, and the boys and I were sitting with a reporter from People magazine. After the interview, we were supposed to go downtown for a photo shoot. Correction: A cover photo shoot.
Shit. It was gonna be on the cover of People magazine.
I was very nervous. What the hell was I thinking? How the hell did I think I was gonna get it?
We entered the conference room of the hotel and I sat beside Elijah, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Elijah bowed slightly to me. "Everything will be all right,"he muttered quietly. "Just say as little as possible."
I nodded my head, wiping the sweaty palms off my jeans.
The reporter came in - a tall blonde with excellent bone structure and huge breasts spilled into a pale lemon suit. She sat down and crossed her long legs, and I realized that Ethan was adjusting. In fact, all the kids seemed a little uncomfortable. I moved in my seat, brushing my hand over my crotch.
The lips of bizarre Elijah. "Nice,"he muttered.
"Shut up,"I muttered.
She smiled and presented herself as Kitty Wagner, and put a tape recorder in the middle of the table before opening a small notebook. I swallowed nervously and raised my hand to touch my ear.
Elijah cleared his throat and my hand fell on my lap. He nodded slightly.
"If it's okay, I'd like to keep this informal,"Kitty finally said, looking at her notes. "I'm gonna throw the questions out there. Answer as you wish. If you want to add something, feel free."
A chorus of "Sure" and "No Problem" rang around the table and Kitty nodded.
"Well, let's start with the obvious question first,"she started. "Tim, what's it like to be the new 5Point member?"
I kept my eyes away from Elijah, but I couldn't stop a smile from lighting up my face.
I had this, too.
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The interview was easier than I expected. The questions were mostly superficial, and the only time Kitty became a little invasive was when she implied Richard's scandal. However, Elijah handled it like a pro, saying something about wanting to focus on the future, not the past, and showing her a smile that dropped her panties.
Kitty unravelled and crossed her legs again and asked another question. I think I might have been a little breathless.
It was really unfair for a man to have this sexual power that Elijah possessed. If he really used it, he could rule the world. Well, the female half anyway... except for lesbians. But then you could add gay men and that would even things out.
Anything at all.
Anyway, Elijah and I couldn't really report back after the interview, as we all piled up in a limo to go to the photo shoot.
He nodded his head toward me quickly, after hitting my shoulder with his, so I thought I did it well.
The photo shoot was going to be another challenge. I mean, it's not like I'm nervous about getting my picture taken. It's just that Elijah told me we'd make at least three wardrobe changes.
Together.
The five of us.
Yeah.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I wore a black batter under my shirt and I was hoping it would be enough to keep my Hartmann bandage secret, so to speak. But the other issue fell below the belt.
Yeah. I needed the tube sock.
Actually, the tube sock was too big. While we were at Mabel's I tried one of Elijah's and it looked like I had some kind of tumor... a round, fat tumor... not like a penis at all. Before I could get him out, Elijah grabbed him through my boxer's underpants, trying to give him more of a cock shape. I stood there looking at the top of his head as he molded my fake cock until it froze, apparently realizing what he was doing...
He rose abruptly, stood up, stifled with a sweltering heat and hands in his hair. "Maybe you need a smaller sock."
Mabel and I chickened out. "Do you think so? " she said. I turned as red as Elijah, pulled the tube sock out and gave it back to him.
He hesitated before he took it and I realized where his sock was. I withdrew it. "Maybe I should wash it first."
"No! "Elijah exclaimed, clutching his sock toe tightly. It stretched between us and stretched out every minute... a big, stretched dick sock, covered with a daisy spoon. "All right,"he said, pulling him.
"Elijah, he's been in his underwear,"I argued, pulling him in my own way.
"Daisy, it's okay,"he said through the clenched teeth, giving it a strong pull. The sock slipped out of my fingers and struck Elijah in the face again.
"Shit! " he exclaimed, clapping his hand over his eye, the sock hanging from his fingers.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry! " I screamed, running to grab his face. "Are you all right?"
"I'll get ice! " Mabel shouted, rushing into the kitchen.
He could meet us in the emergency room.
And how exactly did you get your eye removed, Mr. Lynch?
It was the richochet action of a dick sock, doctor. I'm lucky I didn't die.
Fortunately, Elijah's eye stayed on his head. He blinked it a couple of times. It was a little red from the sock, but otherwise it's fine. I didn't even need the ice.
Elijah sat down and pulled the sock. Unfortunately, he was so stretched out that he dropped it on the tip of his toes that he had to pull and bend the top a few times before he could put his Nike back on.
It irritated me a little to think that my lady juices were on Elijah's foot, but he seemed to agree with it, so I tried to forget it.
After trying a variety of socks, we finally decided on one of Mabel's anklets. It had a little purple pompom, and when we rolled it along it seemed surprisingly realistic.
So when we went to the photo shoot, I felt confident with my breast camouflage and my new improved dick sock sock at the place I would be able to get through it.
The studio was set up to look like a garage, with a tool bank along the back wall, a women's calendar, a water cooler and an old car with the hood up. The title of the article was going to be 5Point Switches Gears - alluding to my arrival at the band, as well as the new album, which was called more soulful and bluesy, and less bubblegum pop.
We came in and suddenly, the room was full of activity. We were surrounded by stylists and costume lovers and make-up artists, and they would take us from the make-up tables to the clothes racks, where several people stripped us of our clothes (unfortunately for me, not totally
naked, up to our underpants and fortunately the cock sock was not bothered) and dressed us all with a working monkey with our names on his chest.
Another guy came in with some brown fat that I assumed was supposed to be fat. He rubbed a little on one cheek or forehead... some on our monkeys to give us an authentic mechanical look?
Although he was pretty sure that no self-respecting mechanic would have his name written in sequins on his worksuit.
I was just saying.
Finally, we positioned ourselves on the set. For the first set of photos I sat on the side toolbench. Ethan and Raul leaned on her on either side of me. Elijah stood on the bench behind me, leaning forward with his hands on his thighs, and Roland crouched forward. We rolled for a while, changing postures and positions, and then we moved to the car to start the whole process all over again.
"Tim,"said photographer Carlos, his face hidden behind the camera. "Lift your knee a little..." I lifted my knee. "... a little more..." I lifted it up a little more. "Don't... don't... too much, come down again..." I lowered it a little. The camera clicked and turned, so I guessed my knee was okay.
It was actually fun. The kids were joking all the time. They seemed to be more comfortable with me, because they had started laughing at me because they were so small.
I knew enough about being a guy to understand that throwing shit at someone was a sign of friendship.
Ethan especially thought it was hilarious to refer to me as "short things" or "pissing little. Elias had started calling me "B" when we were in public, to avoid the possibility of accidentally calling me at the wrong time. Ethan had altered it for his own purposes, bending "Mini-B" and sometimes accentuating it with a Dr. An evil laugh, or a pinky next to his mouth.
Carlos approached us, his elbow tucked into his side to hold his monstrous camera. He struck with the fingers of his other hand thoughtfully on his lips.
"Tim, climb to the top of the car,"he finally ordered.
"Ummm…. Okay..."I muttered, looking for something to step on?"
"Wait Mini-B,"shouted Ethan,"I'll give you a push. " He raised a fleshy hand and when I stepped on it, he easily pushed me to the roof of the car.
"Shit, what are you, ten dollars wet? " he joked. "It's like raising a girl."
