"I need to call him and cancel." Jon said. He was standing in his trailer talking to his friend, Scarlett Johansson as she was zipping him up into the dress she had insisted he wear. It was a Scarlett red, and hugged every curve of his body. Jon had never worn a dress this tight before, at least not that he recalled, as this wasn't his life 48 hours ago. Yet, here he was in a trailer in Hollywood, being zipped into a sexy ass dress that belonged to Scarlett Johansson, and getting ready to go on a date with Chris Evans.
"You're not going to call him to cancel." Scarlett said matter of factly. She had adjusted the dress on him, and had moved around to his front to adjust the breast forms that were glued to his chest. Jon could do nothing but watch as the starlet poked, prodded, and tucked the very realistic breast forms that were poking out the top of the dress.
"Is this necessary?" Jon asked awkwardly as Scarlett looked up at him with a slight annoyance.
"It wouldn't be, if you'd just take my advice and get them done." She snapped.
"What?" he said stupidly "Done?"
"Yea, Jon. Done. I've told you already, I can send you to my guy, and he can do wonders, no one would ever know you didn't have real breasts." As she talked, she pulled the hair to the sides of her chest, and archer her back to accentuate her own assets. "We'd practically be twins." she smiled slyly.
"No!" Jon said firmly, backing away, and almost twisting an ankle in the heels he was wearing. "I'm not getting Implants!" that wasn't something he thought he would ever have to say.
"Jon," she said, reaching forward to his chest, and finishing adjusting his fake breasts in the dress. "If you don't want to, fine. But, remember, Not only will they look, and act real..." she let a few seconds pass, as she looked up into his eyes with a smoldering look that made his panties tighten "But they'll feel real." He could tell she was groping his fake breasts, but he couldn't feel it, as much as he wanted to in that moment.
She lightly planted her lips on his, and even though the kiss wasn't passionate, he felt passion. Just as Jon leaned in to return the kiss in full, she broke it and turned away to the makeup table. Jon stood, stunned, for a moment. She was teasing him, he knew this. But for the life of him, he wanted more.
"Okay, come here and sit down, I need to fix your makeup before Chris is here to pick you up." She said pointing to the chair.
"Makeup?" he asked, dumbly. She rolled her eyes, and gave her foot a small stomp.
"Yes, Jon! Makeup. You're going on a date with Hollywood's most eligible bachelor. You need to look beautiful." She grabbed him by his shoulders and dropped him into the chair as she started to go to town on his fake with powders, brushes and sponges.
"But I'm a guy. Guy's don't wear makeup!" he said defensively.
"Yeah, guys don't wear dresses and heels either, but here you are." she explained as she continued.
Jon's silence told the story here. Jon felt uncomfortable by his position here, looking like a beautiful woman, going on a date with a handsome man. Was he becoming a girl? In mind and body? He certainly looked like a girl, even if his breasts weren't real, his ass, legs, hands, feet, waist, and arms were real. They all looked like a woman's. Was he making too big a deal about everything? No one else seemed to care that he was a man, who looked like a woman. Everyone seemed to just accept him. Jon didn't know the answers to these questions, but he did know, looking into Scarlett's eyes, that he wanted to live this life. These last two days had been amazing. He was doing things that he never thought he would be able to do before. He had this amazing relationship with a woman he had never thought he would meet. He had a date with Chris Fucking Evans!
A sharp knock on the door snapped him out of his introspection.
"That's him!" Scarlett whispered as she finished powdering Jon's breasts, blending the seams with his skin. She helped him stand up and pushed him, by the ass, to the door. "Have fun, girl." she whispered in his ear.
Jon, awkwardly opened the door to see Chris Evans, in a suit, and a smile that melted the hearts of girls across the world.
"Hi Scarlett." he said nervously. "Is, uh... Jon here?" he asked. Jon looked around, for Scarlett, who had darted to the bedroom, out of view of Chris, to give them some privacy.
"Um." Jon said awkwardly "I'm Jon." Chris seemed shocked. His momentary silence, as he looked Jon up and down made Jon uncomfortable, but when the smile returned to Chris' face, Jon felt his knees weaken.
"Wow." Chris said. "You look amazing!" He held out a hand to Jon, and helped the Stuntman down out of the trailer.
"Thanks." Jon said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, trying to hide his blushing. Chris' reaction had made Jon feel so good about himself, Jon would have questioned his sexuality again, if he had thought about it.
Chris helped Jon into the waiting Limousine, and slid into the back seat next to him. Jon was so amazed, having never been in a limo before, that he didn't take note of the closeness of Chris sitting next to him, nor the hand that was resting on his smooth knee.
"This is so cool." Jon said sheepishly as he looked out the window to see the city of Los Angeles passing by.
"I'm really happy you agreed to come out with me tonight." Chris said trying to get Jon's attention.
"No problem." Jon said off handily, he was mesmerized by the city outside.
In almost no time, the Limousine had come to a stop and Jon was being helped out by Chris. Jon looked around, they were in the heart of Los Angeles, and he was so engulfed in his surroundings, he didn't notice the group of men who were snapping pictures of him and Chris.
"Come on, Jon." Chris said softly "lets get inside before these guys call for reinforcements."
As Chris guided Jon into the restaurant, and to their table in the rear, VIP section, Jon decided he wasn't going to treat this as a romantic date, just a dinner between two guys. At least, he was going to try to do that.
