Jon arrived on set before dawn. He had barely remembered the way, since everything looked so different during the day, but fortunately for him, the GPS was preloaded with the destination. When the Lot Security Guard asked him for ID, he had stuttered a bit, completely unsure where this ID would be, but once the Security Guard got a better look at him he stepped back awkwardly and said.
"OH! Sorry Miss Johansson! I didn't recognize the vehicle. I'm so sorry! You go right in!" and he opened the gate. Jon drove in, giving the guard a big smile. He hadn't spent a long time getting ready that morning, he completely passed on any makeup, as he had no idea how to apply it, and he felt weird being a man wearing it. Unfortunately he had no choice with the clothes. After a short look around his dressing room, which he was surprised to find was separate from the bedroom, and almost as large, he only found women's clothes. Panties, Bras, Stockings, Pantyhose, Skirts, Dresses, and lots and lots of heels.
Jon was very frustrated getting dressed, but he figured with the body he had, and the clothe he had available, no one would be judging him on what he wore. He slid on some silky black panties that made his ass look amazing, a bra that matched, that gave his fake breasts an amazing cleavage. He wondered why he would own so many bras, while he didn't have real boobs, his breasts were fake and glued on, he imagined only for this movie role. The rest of his outfit was a long sleeved T shirt, and a pair of shorts. He had no other choice, so he found the most casual pair of heels, a cork sandal wedge, and slipped them on his manicured feet.
Before he had left he went back to the bedroom, where Candy was still sleeping. Scarlett had woke him after she had showered and dressed. She had woke him with a kiss. An amazingly sensual kiss. But that was the least sensual thing he had done with Scarlett in the past few hours. She had written a note, thanking Candy for the amazing night, and signed it with a lipsticked kiss. She held the note to Jon's lips, which were covered in Scarlett's lipstick and he had kissed it as well.
"Jon," she said sitting on the bed next to him as he tried to wake up. She wasn't dressed in the clothes she had worn last night, and now that Jon thought about it, she had obviously been wearing his clothes, as they were the same size. She was in a sexy little blue dress that made her look like a sexy angel and Jon had fought down an erection while looking at her. She looked into his eyes, with a smile and passion he had only dreamed about.
"Jon, last night was amazing. Thank you so much. I never thought I'd feel that good again, hopefully it won't be the last time." her hand ran down his chest, squeezing a fake boob. "Hey, have you given any more thought to having it done?"
"Do-done?" he asked groggily.
"Uh, yea. I mean, wouldn't everything be easier for you if you didn't have to have these fake things glued to your chest? You'd fill your clothes better, and it'd be less maintenance overall, plus, you'd feel this." She was playing with the fake nipples on his fake breasts and her meaning became crystal clear to him.
"You think I should get Implants?" he asked, in shock. Her smile widened sexily.
"Well, you're my Stunt Double, you're the same size as me in almost every way." She looked down to his crotch and licked her lips "You've got a job for life, you might as well make everything match." She bent down and kissed him again, he could feel her hand on his breast "keep thinking about it, and let me know, okay? Now get up, you've got to be on Set early today!" And she left the room with a sexy wiggle, everything she did was sexy. He spent a few minutes in the shower taking care of himself with a memory of that wiggle.
He pulled his car into the lot, and was soon crossing the studio on his way to his trailer. The purse over his shoulder was a little awkward, but he knew it was a necessity since his outfit had no pockets. He was surprised at how confidently he could walk in the heeled sandals, and he was more surprised at the looks the men who passed him had on their faces. He was mixed on his own feelings, pride in the fact that he looked good and people were noticing, and uneasiness in the fact that these men were looking at him in a sexual way.
He entered his trailer to find a large costume bag hanging in the middle of the trailer, with a note on it that read-
Jon- here's the costume for today, squeeze your tight ass into it, and be at the makeup trailer by 7- Nicole P.
Jon looked at the note, wondered for a moment who Nicole could be, and then proceeded to open the costume bag, to find a Black Widow costume.
"Shit." he muttered to himself.
After twenty minutes of struggling, Jon finally had figured out how to fit into the skin tight leather catsuit. It hugged every contour of his body, making no mistake that he was a very sexy woman, except he wasn't a woman, he reminded himself. The heeled boots seemed a bit much, but they did make his legs look longer and sexier. He left his trailer and crossed to the Studio and found the Makeup trailer right away. The two girls seemed shocked that he wasn't wearing any makeup to begin with, they sat him down and immediately went to work on his face and hair. The next twenty minutes was a blur of powders, brushes, sprays and combs. And when they were done, he stood up and turned to see himself in the full length mirror behind him.
"Jesus Christ." Jon said out loud. He looked exactly like Black Widow. His resemblance to Scarlett was unmistakable, if he didn't know better, even he wouldn't be sure if he was her. He stared in shock for what could have been hours, but was more likely only moments, as he posed this way and that, very proud of his reflection. He almost didn't register that a hand had reached over and grabbed his ass.... almost.
With a girlish squeak, that was totally not on purpose, he spun to find a man standing there with a bright smile, and cool blue eyes.
"Sorry, Scarlett, I couldn't help myself." Chris said.
