The spirit, hovering, disembodied over Jon's, was extremely pleased with the progress Jon had made. In all the countless years of feminizing men, Jon was by far the easiest subject. Jon's progress had been incredible, moving from a regular dude looking to get laid to choosing to feminize his own body in just one day. Pushing too fast, though, would be a mistake. There was still plenty to do before Jon was ready.
Besides, the spirit knew that corporeal beings like Jon needed rest. It had already given Jon a break to eat and relieve himself, and now it was time for sleep. That didn't mean, however, that the spirit had to stop its efforts...
Revelling in his success on his first film set, Jon couldn't stop grinning. Everybody in the crew was so supportive, slapping his ass, grabbing his boobs, hugging him constantly (although usually from behind, their groins grinding into Jon's backside in a congratulatory motion... must be a Hollywood thing). Jon knew he was destined for big things; fame and fortune were just around the corner, and following close behind, a never-ending supply of pussy!
He felt his cock twitch at the idea of the women of Girl World lining up to get a piece of him. He'd heard about Hollywood stars, and how women constantly threw themselves at them. He would, of course, be no exception. This his tiny stature, large breasts, thin waist, puffy lips and long, luxurious hair, what woman could resist? He was the picture of manliness, rugged, yet stylish. With the added spice of fame, he'd be unstoppable.
The director called him over. Jon climbed off the lap of the boom mic operator who had been very kindly instructing Jon in a new dance move called a "lap dance". Jon was eager to keep practising the dance since he knew women loved a man with a step or two under their belt, but the director was the boss.
Wiggling across the set toward the stern looking bearded man, Jon giggled in excitement. Maybe it was time to learn about the next scene he was going to be in. Jon couldn't wait to get back in front of the camera to show the world what he was made of.
"Okay slut," the director barked, "it's time for a little rehearsal before your next scene."
"Oh, goodie!" Jon clapped and jumped in excitement, his breasts bouncing in their tight outfit.
"Your next scene is going to be a little different than your last, and I want to make sure you know what to do before we start rolling. Tape is expensive, after all."
"Yes sir!" Jon answered, paying close attention, "Will it be difficult?"
"I'm sure a whore like you will catch on very quickly," the director said as he unzipped his fly and began to lower his pants.
Jon loved that the crew had already begun to give him nicknames. It showed that they genuinely cared about him. He grinned as he followed the director's instructions and got down on his knees and brought his face close to the man's groin. The director was right, this was different than his last scene! This would require extreme close-up shots, and that meant that Jon had to be on his 'A' game. Jon concentrated on staying in character, not wanting to disappoint this great man and mentor, as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, trustingly waiting as he felt the man's hands entwine themselves in Jon's hair, pulling him closer and closer to his groin.
Then, suddenly, the world seemed to spin. Jon opened his eyes, but found that it was still dark. He experienced a falling sensation, and would have screamed if he could, but no voice could be found...
With a jerk, Jon shook himself to awareness. Where was he? Had he fallen asleep? What was he doing?
With a satisfied sigh, he realized that he must have just zoned out briefly. He was in his bedroom, in front of his computer, playing "Girl World". Sure, he couldn't remember the details of the game, but he remembered that it was extremely fun. Maybe he should play just a few minutes more...
His eyes caught the clock in the corner of the screen. 2 am! How had time flown so quickly! He could always play tomorrow, but for now he was exhausted!
Jon pushed himself back from the desk and stood up. For a moment, he felt a sense of vertigo. Had he always been this tall? He was sure he had been, but for some reason it felt wrong... too tall. Shaking his head, realizing that it was probably just an effect of playing the computer game too long, Jon decided that sleep was what he needed. He threw his clothes off, dropping them as he always did on the floor, and crossed to his bed.
Lying on his bed was a silky black nightie, one he was sure he hadn't seen before. Without a thought, he slipped in on, enjoying the feel of the material against his naked body. Someone else's loss is my gain, he thought, realizing that somebody must have accidentally left it in his room.
After turning off the light, Jon climbed into bed, and closed his eyes. Even thought he'd wasted the day playing a computer game, he felt that his day had been a full, positive day, and couldn't wait for the morning. With a smile of his face, Jon quickly slipped into sleep.
Good thought the spirit he's asleep. Now to have some fun before he wakes up!
