by Ema Bancroft
Feel the attraction
Color my hair
Do what I dare.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I want to be free.
Yeah, feeling what I feel
She got up and turned around quickly, bending down so I could look down at that crappy corset - those delicious breasts right in my face. And she practically growled into the microphone.
Man! I feel like a woman!
Daisy and Moxie got back on stage and ended the song with a loud applause.
And I could swear Daisy winked at me before she turned to go backstage.
I'd pay for that.
"Damn, Mini B makes a sexy girl,"Ethan said, finishing another Cosmo.
I felt an irrational surge of anger in his commentary. "I guess."
"You kidding? "Raul stepped in. "Did you see her legs... his legs?" Whatever. Fuck, this place has got me so confused. "Mabel came up and threw it into him lap, kissing her deeply."
"What was that for? " she asked.
"I'm glad you're a girl,"he replied with a smile.
"But seriously, Ethan went on to say," Obviously, he's not willing to let it go. "I could do this for a living."
"Who? " Terri asked, taking the seat beside him.
"Tim."
"Oh, yes,"Terri nodded, carrying her drink to her lips. "He was very sexy. You'd never know it was a guy."
Of course, Mabel chose that moment to take a sip of her own drink, and she choked, spitting white wine all over the table.
I stared at her before I took a napkin and cleaned up the mess. She complained of apologies.
"You all right, baby? " Raul asked, patting her on the back.
"Yes,"she replied, catching her breath. "I guess it was the wrong way to go."
"Ethan continued, as if he hadn't been sprinkled with sparkling wine. "Did you see him dancing in those heels? " He lowered his voice, bowing and shaking his eyebrows. "Do you think he's bringing them home?"
I turned my eyes, desperate to change the subject. "Be realistic."
He shrugged. "I was just saying."
"Girls eat those things,"Raul said, grabbing a handful of pretzels from the bowl in the middle of the table. "The androgynous, skinny, quiet, white guy? They love it. The only thing that would make it better would be to be British.
"British"? Roland asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Raul shrugged. "You caught me. The accent, I guess."
"No,"Terri said indifferently. "It's the peen."
I drowned. "What?"
She nodded. "The British aren't cut off... the girls find it mysterious"?
Ethan looked at her in shock. "You're kidding."
"Yes... it's like discovering a hidden treasure"?
Ethan frowned frowning in his empty Cosmo cup, and Terri�s eyes widened wide.
"Not that I care about that, of course,"she added hurriedly.
"Don't you know? " he asked skeptically, flying a lock of wig hair from his forehead.
"No way,"she said firmly. "I definitely prefer circumcised penises."
Ethan smiled and smiled and tossed it away for a kiss, staining his lipstick.
"Okay, then,"I said, still a little bewildered by the strange direction of the conversation. "We'd better get ready for the end. " I got up, pulling my leotard out of my ass and noticed that the other kids were making similar adjustments. We turned to walk towards the backstage door when Marilyn Moan-roe took the stage and started singing Material Girl.
I cleared my throat and looked at the other guys.
"Tomorrow,"I said firmly. "We're lifting weights."
"And eating meat,"Ethan added.
"Call of Duty. Raul adjusted his wig. "Maybe a Tarantino marathon?"
"And beer. " Roland took a look at Ethan. "No fucking Cosmos. " the curse whispered.
"Okay,"Ethan said. "And I'm burning these stockings."
We all nodded in agreement as we walked into the locker room.
Chapter 12
Chapter 12 - Let me in
Daisy
"Hurry up! " I said to Moxie in a panicked voice as she tied the halter of teal green satin around my neck. Struggling to get into my Spice Girls outfit before the boys returned to the locker room, I slipped into the matching miniskirt and got into a couple of stilettos, almost falling into the process. Although Moxie had kept me hidden from our big duo, she wanted us all to be together before the final, so she made sure we could live up to her strict Spice Girls requirements.
Turns out Moxie was a big fan. The words "obsessive" and "dominatrix" came to mind.
"Relax, honey,"Moxie urged, tying her words with indulgent calm. "As long as the girls are hiding, you can go. " She circled in front of me, giving my "girls" a slight adjustment with a gesture of approval.
"Did you really move my tits? " I asked, leaning to fasten the wide straps of the teal around my ankles.
"Force of habit,"she replied.
I straightened up, taking a few tentative steps in the wobbly shoes. "So, how do you think I did it? " I asked as Moxie leaned back against the makeup counter, crossing one leg covered in vinyl over the other, her hands on her hips.
"Girl, you were fierce! " she said with a broad smile.
"Do you think so?"
She nodded, extending herself to straighten my wig slightly. "That kid practically drooled on his shoes. He was so upset, I think he would have thrown you on that table and jumped on you... if his peen hadn't been taped to his ass, that's it. "She laughed, looking at the makeup on the counter and wielding an eyeliner. She looked at me mischievously through the tough eyes. "I have to tell you, isn't that a comfortable situation?"
I shuddered, feeling a little bad at making fun of Elijah like that. But I couldn't help it. When I came out on stage and saw his face, a wave of female power exploded through me. At first, I felt a little shy when he kept staring, but then licked his lips and realized it wasn't just a surprise I saw.
It was a fascination... attraction... red hot lust?
They say the kids are visual creatures, and that's when I saw the test firsthand. Elijah's reaction moved me and woke me up, and I found myself wishing for more.
I still did it.
"Now, come here and let's do some touch-ups before the end,"Moxie said, waving at me with her hand to the makeup chair. I pulled my hair back with irritation - I was Posh Spice and wore an asymmetrical wig that kept floating over my left eye. Moxie cut the bangs backwards without ceremony and began to hit the liquid liner expertly. I fought against the urge to blink, without wanting to repeat the spotted one earlier at night.
Moxie wasn't satisfied. Obviously, blotting your eyeliner was tantamount to calling her mother a whore.
She examined my eyes, blowing softly, and then she lifted up, once again, all business. She greeted me at the center of the floor and said,"Let's see your steps.
I knew she just wanted to make sure that I could do Wannabe's choreography without falling on my ass, so I worked part of it, as we were both humming lightly. The door opened and the other guys came in.
"Mini B! Ethan said with a smile, pulling his wig out of Tina Turner and throwing it on the couch. "You're amazing! You have to say, man, you're an amazing woman. " It happened to me, hitting my ass with the palm of his hand. I jumped up in surprise, but he didn't seem to notice.
"You'll have to show me how you work those heels. " He stumbled a little bit and collapsed in the makeup chair. "I can barely walk in these things."
"Seriously,"accepted Raul, sitting down to take off a shoe and rub his foot,"they're murderers.
I showed Moxie a panicky look, not knowing what to say, and she got in. "Don't be such a coward,"she said with a hair movement. "Just take small steps and keep your legs together. " She leapt around the room as an example, spinning and turning with a flourish. "See?"
"I don't know,"Roland said skeptically, trying to mimic Moxie's movements.
"Dude, you look like a horse,"Elijah laughed. "You have to step on the heel a little b
it before your toecap,"he offered.
"No,"Raul argued. "Don't you stay on your balls of feet?" "Then, for some reason, all eyes were on me... as if I were the guru of high heels pricked."
Teach us, O wise one...
I shrugged my shoulders. "Elijah is right, when you walk. Try not to trample underfoot. When you're dancing, it's more on your balls than your feet.
Elijah smiled victoriously. Raul frowned. Roland huddled around the room one more time as Moxie looked at his feet critically.
Ethan got up and came up to me. "So, B,"he said with a smile. "How did you get so good at walking in heels? And dude, I'm not flirting with you or anything, but you got smoky legs!"
I blushed, unsure how to respond. "Uh…thanks?"
"And your boobs, man,"he continued, his eyes dropping. "They look so real. "He held up his hands, and suddenly the world seemed to slow down... my eyes widened as they focused on those fleshy palms approaching my chest."
Oh. Shit.
He was paralyzed, powerless to run or scream. The clock struck hard, and I was waiting for Elijah to dive into the room while he was screaming,"NOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!".
I looked at him. There's no help there. He looked as frozen as I did. Moxie shrugged to say,"You just have to go with her. "I turned around, I could only look in horror as Ethan proceeded to stand up."
"Damn,"he said, gently squeezing my breasts at first, then a little harder. "They feel so real. " He looked at me in awe, and I forced him to smile. He returned with his right hand to touch his own chest, as if he were also comparing it. "Mine doesn't feel so good,"he muttered.
"Rocket,"he said, with an asshole on his head. "Come and feel this."
Oh. No. What was I thinking about? I should have kept the girls on tape and used forgeries like the rest of them. My boobs would be my undoing.
Like Cleopatra. Well, maybe her tits didn't have anything to do with her fall, but she did have some good ones.
Or at least Elizabeth Taylor did.
Why was I thinking about Elizabeth Taylor as my life crumbled around me?
Raul limped with one shoe on and grabbed my free chest. "Damn, those are nice,"he said.
"I want to feel,"Roland said, squeezed like a thoroughbred.
"Heel toe,"corrected Moxie.
I stared at her with a form of gratitude for the help. She shrugged in defeat.
Roland reached into the agitator finger festival that was moving through my chest. Yeah, I was so upset I was going crazy. I heard a muted murmur coming from Elijah's direction, but still he did not intervene. I was sure he was trying to think of a way to help me, but he was as helpless as I was. Well, probably not exactly like me. After all, no one was touching it.
Three hands groping and squeezing... and all I could do was stand there... terrified, paralyzed and petrified."
Again with the alliteration? It must have been kind of stressful.
"Fuck! " Raul's eyes widened wide. "Is that a nipple?"
Oh my fucking God! My nipples were hard. What a shame!
But I figured it was like a guy's dick. If you rub it, it's gonna get hard. You didn't have to be attracted to the person who rubbed it, did you?
Because if I was attracted to a giant drag queen in Tina Turner's heels, I was in serious trouble. In spite of everything, the fact that I was a hardened nipple far from ruining everything did not escape my attention.
I didn't know how I did it, but somehow I managed to keep the panic under control. I took a deep breath and turned around, leaving his hands floating in the air. "Moxie loaned me a couple of hers,"I said arrogantly. "And I don't need you idiots to kill them, mistreat them and move them around."
Not to mention massaging, shredding and manipulating... What the hell is wrong with me?
I turned to Moxie, doing a pretty good job of not looking like I was about to pee in my pants... profusely.?
"Are they still straight? " I asked her. Moxie, on her credit, bit her lip, looking at them carefully.
She reached out, adjusting her left. "You're good."
"Thank you."
"Friend,"said Ethan with reproach, clearing his throat before Moxie's eyes. "I mean... Moxie..." he corrected. "How come Tim's got the best boobs?" I mean, maybe people want to see my coat rack, too, you know?
"He bowed his back slightly, lifting his hairpieces as he looked up at his chest. Of course, we all look too.
It's hard not to when a guy who weighs 6,3 and 2,250 pounds is moving his tits in front of you.
Finally, Elias intervened. "For God's sake, get over it,"he grumbled as he walked toward the clothes rack and checked the costumes. "Your boobs are fine."
"Really? " Ethan approached the mirror, still taking himself. "I guess they look pretty good."
"They look amazing,"Elijah ironically assured him, throwing a pale pink dress across the room. "Now get dressed. We don't have much time.
E. C.
Union Jack's dress barely covered my ass.
Okay, he didn't really cover my ass... at all. My black underpants were sticking out the bottom, front and back.
Fantastic.
Moxie said it was supposed to be like that - just like Ginger was wearing at the Brit Awards in 1997. The red boots on the patent platform were also authentic - and my red wig had the same style as yours.
Fucking Moxie was very demanding with precision when it came to the Spice Girls. She braided Ethan's braids again three times, and when Raul threatened to wear flat shoes instead of the bright yellow, animal-printed, high thigh print boots that fitted his Scary Spice suit?
Yeah. Speaking of fear. Moxie's eyes made Raul babble and buckled those boots before you could say "feminine power.
What she made us say. A lot.
Fucking Moxie.
Roland was the only one who got away with a half comfortable suit. Like Sporty Spice, he put on what he used to exercise every day.
Well, except for the lime-green sports bra.
But I think he liked it. He kept looking at his abs in the mirror.
Anything at all.
Daisy looked amazing, of course. Dressed in that little halter suit with those high heels and high heels, her legs were back in full display again. And her boobs.
Shit. Her tits. What nightmare...?
Not that her boobs were a nightmare, but the fact that they attracted so much attention. I was so angry when Ethan came to play it... then Raul and Roland joined the party.
But what could I do?
I wanted to beat them up. I wanted to growl like a lion and tell him those tits were mine.
And then rip the tape off my dick and put it on the ground.
However, reason conquered, and I realized that it might not have been the best way to deal with things.
So instead, I tried to stay calm and get away from the realism and naturalness of Daisy's tits.
They felt awesome, just for the record.
And we made it through the Spice Girls final without major setbacks. The crowd sang along with Wannabee, made the hand movements for Stop, and shook their asses for Who Do You Think You Are. For the grand finale, we approached the crowd, dancing and singing "Spice Up Your Life" and holding the microphone to the most excited fans in the crowd. Some shouted, others shouted the lyrics, but everyone had a great time, if I say so myself.
I even found a guy in the same dress as me. But I looked better in it.
It's not bragging, the guy had so much hair on his back, you could braid it.
Hey. Each to his own.
With the final chorus, we returned to the stage and gave a thunderous applause. I had to admit it, I suffocated a little bit standing there - after hundreds of shows and all the cheering and flattery, I felt pretty good about doing something to try to make the world a better place.
Yeah. It sounded corny, but it was true.
Nothing, however, felt as good as tearing that tape off my penis.
Well, the real robbery wasn't a party.
&nbs
p; "Just do it,"thick, I bent down while Daisy was picking up the tape. I put her in the bathroom to help me, telling the others I wanted some privacy. I knew everyone was doing the same thing in the locker room - and I probably thought I was a fucking faggot for needing help, but I did it more for Daisy than for me.
They didn't need to see that she had nothing underneath the tape. Before she tried to help me, she had quickly switched to her "Tim" clothes - rubber penis and everything - and removed her wig and makeup.
I have to say, she was still very attractive. Just imagine.
"I'm worried that it might hurt you,"she said with a grimace of pain, scraping a nail under the edge of the ribbon. She threw it slightly.
"Shit!"
"I'm sorry! " She kissed the place and I was frozen.
"Did you just kiss my ass? " I smiled over my shoulder.
Daisy laughed with laughter. "I just wanted to do better."
I put my hands on my knees. "I think you need to do it fast. Like a band-aid. " I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes.
"Should I count to three?"
"No,"I said. "Just do it."
"Are you sure?
"For God's sake, B! Just fucking break it."And she ripped it off?"
Holy. Motherfucking. Shit.
I didn't scream. I didn't even curse.
I would describe it more like a sobbing... agonizing... a whining...
"Are you all right? " Daisy asked worried.
"Fine,"I croaked, my head falling forward. My dick hung between my legs, itching like a mother. I bent down to touch her tenderly, wondering if I lacked a layer of skin.
He looked a little red, but otherwise he's fine... down and trembling with terror, but okay?
I should have known the tremor.
"It's a good thing you decided to shave down here,"she said, her fingers floating on my newly released balls.
My dick moved. It hurt like hell.
"I'm sorry! " she whispered.
"No,"I replied. "All right. " It really was. In reality, he had reacted more through reflexes than real pain. "I think that might help," I said, wondering how far I would go to "improve it.
"Really? " she muttered. She could hear the smile in her voice, though her eyes were closed. "Well, I want to help. " She began to gently caress me again with both hands.
