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James had been sitting at the bar, he’d turned 21 two weeks ago and started drinking because he could. Oh he’d had a beer or two before. But it seemed every night someone else wanted to take him out for a drink now that he could. Two days ago he’d lost his job because he came in smelling of alcohol. When his girl found out he’d lost his job she told him goodbye. What money he had saved up he’d now mostly gone. He’d told almost anyone he knew and anyone who would listen that he needed a job. He took his drink over to a booth and leaned back into the corner. He was worried, come the first of the month he wouldn’t be able to pay his rent.

Just then, as he began to relax, two guys, dressed like cowboys (the movie variety) came in and sat at the bar. They bought a beer and told the bartender they were looking for someone for a bit part in a movie they were making. The bartender told them it was their lucky night, young man over there needs a job bad. Says if he can’t find some work, he’ll be in the street the first of the month. They turned around and looked. One looked at the other. "Thanks," they told the bar tender and went to check James out.  They introduced themselves a Malcom and Randy.  "I'm James Taylor."  Yes he was looking for work and yes he’d do about anything if it would pay. They told him about a movie they were making, they needed extras, and subs if he fit the part. Pay was $1000.00 and part of the royalties when the movie made money. "What’s the movie about?" The two guy’s looked at each other. "It’s about a young guy down on his luck that needs to find a job. He runs into these two guy’s that are looking for a guy to play the part in a movie they are making. The movie is about what happens while making the movie. You don’t really have to do much. Not many lines. Just be yourself when things start happening. The movie tells how your life is changed, the ending depends on your acceptance of the part." "When do we go?" "Right now if your sure you will take the part." "Hell yeah.  I mean sure.  At least I’ll be able to pay my rent next week." He got up, they walked him out between them. "The sets out of town a way’s. Do you have a car?" "It’s parked over at my apartment. Should we go get it?" "No. Just get in the van. We’ll take you out and bring you back when you are done. There will be a place for you to stay, bed and bath as long as we’re still filming." James climbed in the van. As the van rode along, he was soon asleep and didn’t wake up until they were pulling into what looked like a big warehouse. He wasn’t really awake when they took him to the office. A man dressed in a suit looked up and asked, "who’s this?" "Our next star. Says he’s willing. Needs the money. We promised him a thousand if he’d do it." "Son, you sure you want to make this movie?" "Yes sir. I can do it I’m sure." "Ok. Need for you to sign this standard contract with us," he turned a paper around and told James to print his name at the top, his full name, and his social security number there on that space, date it there, and sign right there on the bottom. James had to dig in his wallet for his social security card, they asked for that and his drivers license, that would be even better, then they’d be able to show he’d actually worked for them.   His drivers license still had his address as his parents." James filled it in and signed on the bottom line.  There were two other sheets detailing the job that he had to initial showing he'd read them.  They took a copy, folded it up and put it in his wallet along with his ID and social security card. "Come on James.  Times a’wasting."

James found himself in a little room with a bed, dresser, closet and a bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. It was like one of those old single room motels on the back roads. Everything clean but nothing fancy. They told him to strip and give them his clothes so they could go match the size. "Get you a shower and we’ll be back as quick as we can." They looked through his wallet before they put it in the dresser drawer, "it’ll be right there when you are ready to leave."  They had seen that he had phone numbers and email address's on a little card tucked behind the drivers license.  They came back in less than an hour. The clothes they brought made him look like a construction worker. Tight fitting jeans, white crew neck tee that was a size too small, a blue chambray shirt that also fit a little tight. They had him tuck it in and leaving the top 4 buttons open, the sleeves rolled up above his elbows. Workman boots that fit just a little tight. James had a good body, muscular biceps that stretched the rolled up sleeves, a small waist with flat stomach. The Levi button fly jeans hugging his thighs and showed a bit of bulge at the front. They thought his hair was a little messed up, but he could wear his ball cap if they just roughed it up a little. They took the ball cap out and ran the bill over the rough concrete floor, then put it on the floor and ground their foot over it. The banged it out on the side of the wall and brought it back in looking like it had been worn for years. It had been his lucky ‘Colts’ hat. James was a little upset, but they told him it needed to fit the part. And he could buy another. They took off his watch and the silver chain from around his neck and put them in the drawer with his wallet. "Now to the ‘make up’ room." A guy there combed his 8 inch hair out, then pulled it back and put it in a tail that hung out the back of his cap.

The two guys were still escorting him around. Man, The guys will be falling all over you in that outfit.  Come on. We have promo pictures made. We’ll take them before, and at the end we’ll take the after for the DVD cover. The next room was the photo studio where a camera had been set up for taking the shots. Never know which shot the boss will like, we’ll take about twenty and he can take his pick. James had to pose in a different positions. One with a tool belt slung over his shoulder and him looking back. He really didn’t understand the pose of him standing with his legs spread a little apart and him grabbing his crotch. One with his hat off and his hair messed up. The 'makeup' man wasn’t happy about that, had to do it all over again. "OK, let's go get you started on the film."

The first setup was in a bar with him drinking a beer telling his two ‘buddies’, who had now changed to suits and were wearing gangster style hats, about his troubles. No script needed, just the same conversation, almost, that they’d already had. When the director was satisfied that they’d caught it good enough, they told him they were at the part where he was just going to be himself. He was going to the room where his life would change. They would take him to the corner of the building where he could see a door with a little light coming out. He was to walk ‘cautiously’ towards the door, put his hand up, take it down like he wasn't sure, then push the door open and walk in like he was taking the plunge. James was able to play that part to perfection. He was beginning to wonder about what he was doing. His hesitation at the door was real. Then, as scripted, he took a deep breath and pushed in through the door.

He saw instantly what he'd gotten himself into. He tried to turn and run out, but two big guy’s grabbed each arm and walked him on in. James was not a little guy, but struggle as he would, he couldn’t get loose. "No! No! You can’t do this to me! Please, Please?! No!" "Welcome James. Your transformation awaits," a soft voice said. Tears ran down his cheeks as they unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned the Levi's, and droped them down. The briefs he had on they cut away with scissors and threw them in the corner along with the hat off his head. "You won’t be needing those anymore. His shirt was unbuttoned and they got it off without him getting loose. James was still resisting, but was almost too much in shock at what was going on to get loose. The tee shirt they simply ripped off. Now he stood, held by the two strong men, naked except for the heavy work boots on his feet. They introduced themselves a Gary and Don.  Gary forced him onto his knees. Then Gary got a handful of hair and twisted it until James grimaced and reached up just to have his hand slapped down. Don moved around in front of him, his crotch almost in his face. "You look hungry James. Take my cock out and suck on it." Don was wearing a red mesh cock bag on a thong. James said, "NO!" Gary twisted and pulled his hair harder. "You’re going to do it. You don’t have a choice. Reach up and gently take it out." James raised his hands, then dropped them back. "I can’t do it." Another fierce twist of his hair, "you want this pulled out by the roots?" James reached up and took the cock out of its bag. His head was brought forward. "Come on, open up and start sucking?" James found the cock swelling as he took the head in his lips. Don pushed forward and it filled his mouth. "Start sucking." James began sucking the cock which was now fully erect. "I’m going t let your hair go. You keep sucking or you will wish you hadn’t," Gary whispered to him as he then let go of James hair. Now Don began stroking James hair, then his ears and running his finger under James jaw. "Good boy. Your doing good." James could feel the cock pulsing in it’s anticipation. It was leaking a little. With a quick move Don pressed the back of James head forward, sending his cock to the back of James throat, causing him to nearly gag as the cum shot down his throat. Don let up a little, but told James to "keep sucking" as he pulled it forward and let him  taste the musky hot cum. "Keep sucking and swallow." When he was done, Don pulled his cock from James mouth and stood him up. "Come on now, give me a kiss." He embraced James and began to kiss him on the lips, running his tongue inside and probing around. Gary told James to start kissing him back. Reluctantly James tentatively began to probe with his own tongue.

With his arm around James waist, Don led James over to a bar that had been adjusted for his height and told him to bend over it and hold onto the other bar. "No. NO! Please. Please don’t do it." "Now! James. This is all part of your full transformation. Bend over. You’ll enjoy it." "Oh God." They had to make him bend over and grab the other bar. Now Gary came up behind him. James jumped as he felt the crotch press against his butt. Gary leaned over him and began caressing James flat stomach, reaching up to tug at the chest hair and tweak his nipples. Then he moved his hands down and began fondling James tool, which despite himself was becoming excited and swelling. Gary stroked it a time or two then drew back and guided his own now swollen cock into James ass, spreading the cheeks and pushing forward until the head penetrated. James had tightened his buttocks. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Relax, you will come to like the feel of a good cock moving in and out." With that he rammed it hard, the sudden stretching of the rectum causing James to groan in pain. Then with a regular rhythm, James was fucked, stroke in, stroke out, push, pull, push, pull. When his cock was ready to release, Gary jammed it hard all the way in, holding James hips, he ground his crotch deep into the crack. With a gasp of pleasure he ejaculated. He held James in that locked position until he was finished. Then he slowly withdrew and helped James stand up. He turned him around. "Now, kiss me." He began to kiss James who had given up and began to thrust his body and returned the kiss with seeming relish. Gary pulled away. "You’re gonna be great." James cock was erect and he needed release. A cold wet rag was put on it and it subsided. "Not yet stud. You’ll get your chance. Gotta clean you up first."

James pulled back when they led him towards the big black barbers chair. Then he made himself relax. ‘Might as well just go with it." They lifted him up, bent his knees and set him down in the chair. He hadn’t seen the protrusion sticking up from the seat. It was an 8" long dildo. His ass was lowered carefully so that it penetrated his already aching anus. He let out an "ahhh," as it penetrated. Then it felt like it swelled as the chair was raised. A collar was buckled around his neck and a short chain fastened to the back of the chair. His arms buckled at the wrists to the sides of the chair. The plug in his ass held him still, not able to move. "Pick a number between one and 6. But not one or six." He let out a sigh. "Four." "Let’s see what the chart says." Gary appeared to look at a little piece of paper. "Yes. That’s a good number." James head was tilted back. Clippers snapped on. The blades were laid flat against his temple and pushed back around his head. Don set up a big mirror in front of him so he could watch his haircut. The second pass the clippers were put at his other temple and pushed back around. Now James had a ring of naked skin around his head. Now with swift strokes Gary mowed all the hair below that naked strip off. His sideburns, around his ears, and then the sides. "Let’s see how you look with a mohawk." He began to take the top off, one clipper width from the left, one clipper width from the right until there was just the center strip, one clipper width, about 2 inches wide from his forehead to the nape of his neck. Gary turned the clippers off and set them down behind him on the counter. "Maybe spiked." He began to gel the mohawk between his hands, making it stand up twisting it into spikes. James hair was about 8 inches long. The spikes stood high above his head. "What do you think? You’d look like a punker." James just stared at his reflection. "No? Maybe not." Gary took scissors and began cutting the spikes off, leaving the mohawk about an inch high. Then he took a wet warm washrag and cleaned the gel from James head, letting the water run down his head and neck. Then he dried it. The clippers came on again. James was sure he was going to be bald. But Gary put a guard over the clippers and went over the whole length until it was an even 3/4 inch high. With the guard off Gary began edging along the mohawk, making sure it was straight, and tapering it at the back of his neck to a point. He came around in front of James to see the result. "Yes. I think that is your look." He moved to the side of the chair and tilted James head back a little. "Just a few cut’s in the eyebrows." With the clipper edge he made slashes through the eyebrows. "No. That doesn’t look right." Gary then shaved them off. "Yes. We’ll use the razor on them and you'll will look cool with the ‘hawk."

Shaving cream was slathered over the clipper shaved sides of James head, over his eyebrows and the rest of his face. "Looks like you forgot to shave this morning." With a new blades on the Gillette Sensor Excel, James had his head, eyebrows and face shaved clean. "Yes. I think thats the lookd. Now, let’s get the rest of you cleaned off so you can have your fun." To James it felt like the plug up his ass deflated and withdrew, ever so slowly. Then the chair was laid back until he was almost laid out flat. The arms of the chair extended until he was practically spread eagle. Now both of the guys who had been working on him took up clippers. They quickly clipped his chest, pit’s and arms close. His butt jumped when they started removing his pubes. "Oh yes. You gotta keep this clean and smooth down here. Your clients like it soft and bare." Soon James whole front was clipped and the shaving cream lathered over his whole front. They shaved him smooth. His ball sack was held up and shaved as was his again stiffening cock. They turned him over, unfastening his wrists then spreading them out and re-strapping him down. His back, the back of his arms and his legs were shaved. They turned him over, buckled the straps around his wrists again. Now they took off the boots. Don began giving him a manicure, if that’s what you call it. His toenails, then his fingernails were clipped down to the quick. Filed and buffed until they had a satiny sheen.

James however, wasn’t paying attention to his hands and feet. He was gritting his teeth as his ears were cleaned with alcohol and pierced. Rings were set in the holes. Then his left eyebrow was pinched up and a ring pierced through that. He had winced as the long needle was thrust through. James was sitting up and could see the earrings and the eyebrow ring. It had hurt for an instant, now it just felt there. "We’ll only do the one eyebrow for now. We may even take it out. Depends on how it looks when we're done." No, they weren’t finished. Gary used a pair of forceps to pull up one nipple and pierce it and insert a ring. Then the other. The forceps hurt like hell. His whole body quivered as the needle pierced each one. He let out a loud "ahhhh" with each piercing. They unfastened the neck chain and unbuckled his wrists and let him stand up out of the chair. Now he stood in front of the mirror. "What do you think James? You’re a handsome guy. Bet you make lot’s of money." They let him look at himself while they cleared away the shaving cream, razor and piercing tools.

"It’s your turn. Which one of us do you want, or would you like to do double?" James said he didn’t care. At the far end of the room there was a queen sized bed with just the fitted sheet and a pillow. They led him down to it. Gary lay down on the bed on his back and spread his legs. Don showed James, who in spite of himself had a stiff erection, how to get up between Gary's legs, put them on his shoulder and push forward until his cock was at the gate, ready to thrust in. With a sudden vehemence, James thrust forward, ramming his cock all the way in. He held it there for a moment, then began to bang it in and out. Don, behind him said, "slow down. Enjoy it. Come on. Slow down." James slowed his rhythm and began a steady push and pull. As he pulled back one time, Don shoved a dildo into his ass. "Now, you can really enjoy it." James could feel the fullness of his back passage. He also felt his own climax coming to a head. Three more times he pulled it back and shoved it in. Then with a final thrust, his naked pubic was resting on the skin and he gasped, feeling his release. At that moment Don pulled the dildo out. James pulled back and thrust forward again and again as long as his cock held up. Then he withdrew. Don helped him off the bed. "Now, get your shower and we’ll get you dressed."

They took James to a rather large shower stall. He let the warm water wash over him. He turned round and spread the cheeks of his ass letting the warm water sooth his stretched hole. There was a body wash for him to use. He ran some on his head, running his hands over the mohawk, creating lather. It burned a little as the soap washed over his scraped skin. He was careful around the piercing’s that still hurt. There was an ache in his nipples that would be there until they healed. He fondled his smooth tool and balls. It was so soft without the hair. He stayed under the water until they finally told him to come on out. They dried him off. Gary said he didn’t like the eyebrow ring and took it out, which hurt almost as much as putting it in.

Now for the final pictures. Gary handed him a thong with a red mesh cock and ball bag. They walked him back to the photo studio and he posed for the camera man.  After the first set of pictures he put on a red mesh tank top.  Another set of pictures was taken. They took him back through the makeup room; The makeup man told him to sit still as he draped his shoulders and neck with towels. A gel was combed through his mohawk.  It smelled terrible James thought. The man put a strip of saran wrap over it. Just sit still for about 10 minutes. It burned a little, especially where it got on his bare scalp. After 10 minutes the man tilted the chair back over the sink and rinsed the gel away. James light brown hair was now bleached nearly a white blond. Color was then combed through the mohawk until it had just a hint of pink. Now he was taken back to his room. He wasn't quite finished. His clothes were gone. "You won’t be needing them any more." He put on the pale pink dress shirt they handed him, it had a pleats on the front like a tuxedo shirt, white on white shadow suit pants, with silvery suspenders, a pink and white striped bow tie, pink socks and black and white saddle oxford shoes.  The final photo session with all the same poses as the first set when he was dressed like a construction worker. This time with his suit coat over his shoulder instead of the tool belt.

With the photo's finished he was taken back to the original office where the man was behind the desk. He held out an envelope. "Your pay, not bad for 5 hours of work. That was an excellent performance." "How did you see it?" "You knew it was being filmed. They did tell you that?" "Yes sir." The man smiled at the sir. "Here, have a seat." James sat in front of a computer monitor. A logo came on that said, "from the studio’s of True Art", "Presenting, (a title appeared), "the Transformation of James Seth Taylor", starring James Seth Taylor. First there was a series of stills that had been taken of him at the bar. Then of him dressed as the construction worker, then of him approaching the door, then of him going through the door and everything that followed. The movie film ended with him fondling himself in the shower. More stills of him with the red mesh bag on his cock with the thong. He couldn’t believe that he was smiling at the camera as they had him holding his cock in the bag. Last, the stills just taken of him with the white suit. "Oh, it needs just a bit of editing, but maybe not. What do you think James?" "You aren’t really going to publish that and sell it are you?" "James, that’s what that envelope is for. And you will get 1% of all sales. It’s in the contract you signed." "No. You can’t do that! What if my folks find out?" "What if they do James? There’s nothing you can do. You are over 21 and you signed the contract." "Oh no. I’ll give the thousand back." "I don’t think so James. You see. We already have this on a web site and believe it or not, people are paying and watching you even as we speak." James sat there dumbfounded. "I’ve also taken the liberty to send some stills to your folks, showing the transformation, so they won’t be too shocked when you get home and they see you." "I, I don’t believe you," he stuttered. The man leaned forward. "Come around here," he motioned James to come around the chair so he could see his computer monitor. The man pulled up his email, and went to his ‘sent’ box. There was James folks email addy, and below were the several stills of him as a construction worker, sucking cock (after his hair was released), bent over being fucked, having his head shaved into the mohawk, the ear and nipples pierced, of him fucking Gary, a still of him in the shower with his hands fondling his cock, then a couple of him with the mesh cock bag, and then with the white suit on, including one of him holding his crotch." James started to cry. "How could you do this? How could you?" "With the click of a button. You are who and what you are. This is now you. A new life. Transformed."

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