11. Week 4 Part 1

Week 4
Written By Laristopa .

Chris awoke to his alarm at 6:15 and the sweetness of pink water rushing down his throat. His body reflexively drank from his water bottle as soon as it was physically able to. He climbed out of bed and took in a deep breath of air freshener as his naked body glided towards the bathroom. He entered and picked off his sleep mask, marveling at the healthy glow of his skin hidden beneath it. He felt the faintest hints of stubble on his chin and shaved it off for good measure. He washed his face, applied his daily moisturizer, brushed his teeth, and combed his chin-length hair. He was no stranger to having slightly longer hair, having done so in various prior roles, so it wasn’t an issue for him. In fact, Chris thought his healthy, longer hair looked great. He attempted to fix one of his black nails, which had chipped, but found the bottle of polish was almost empty. He’d gotten used to having black nails by now, and if Miss Valentine insisted he keep them painted, he would ask her about getting a new bottle.

He headed back to the bedroom and cleaned up a little bit before letting out a big sigh. He didn’t have any clothes that would fit, especially if rigorous exercise was on the agenda! With no other options, he put on the shorts and shirt he had worn the previous day with no underwear.

They didn’t smell or anything, but Chris was not looking forward to working out with the shorts constantly rubbing against his penis. He had to talk to Miss Valentine about going to the store. In fact, there were several subjects Chris wanted to bring up to Miss Valentine today. His dead car, his lack of clothes that fit, his sensitivity to sunlight, and his empty black polish. He just had to do it tactfully because she wasn’t the most...understanding woman in the world.

Chris made it down the staircase, into the foyer, and ran into Miss Valentine, who was just entering.

“Good morning, Mr. Evans.” She stated plainly.

Chris responded sweetly, already trying to get on her good side, “Good morning, Miss Valentine!”

She began to sweep past him towards the kitchen when she stopped to examine him. She asked with a furrowed brow, “What exactly are you wearing?”

Chris flipped his hair from his face. He wanted to respond with a level and confident voice, but a puff of ill-timed air freshener forced his voice into a higher register, “Oh, this? I found these in my drawer. None of my clothes fit me anymore, and I was hoping we could go to the store real quick before the workout.” Chris hacked and coughed after speaking. He’d just said that whole sentence an octave higher than normal!

Chris’ stomach dropped as Miss Valentine’s face darkened and her voice came out aggressive and angry, “So you waited until you had literally nothing left to work out in? Is that what you’re telling me? Your stupidity and male ego are getting in the way of my training regimen yet again. No, Mr. Evans, I will not waste our training time to take you on a shopping spree. Why haven’t you done that on your day off?”

Chris stared at the floor. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he stuttered out in a mix of higher and lower pitches, “I—I couldn’t go! My car battery died, and *cough* I couldn’t get a jump from Sylvie!”

Miss Valentine crossed her arms and shook her head in disappointment. “You let your car battery die too? My god, you are a truly pathetic man, aren’t you? Anything else I should know about?”

Chris internalized her comments and truly felt stupid, pathetic, and inadequate. His slim shoulders slumped, and he nodded while looking at her feet. His voice was weak. “My eyes are still hurting from the sun. Is there anything we can do about that? I’m worried.”

Once again, all his words came out in a higher octave.

Miss Valentine looked him up and down. Her anger lessened and her voice softened, “You’re still unable to go out in the sun?”

Chris nodded glumly.

She calculated for a few seconds before speaking, “I’ll have the doctor come and check you out tomorrow. She’s brilliant, and I’m sure she’ll have a solution for you.”

With that, Miss Valentine continued walking towards the kitchen. Chris called after her, “But wait! *cough* Wh-what about my clothes?”

Miss Valentine cackled lightly, “I’ll find you something to wear from my collection, Mr. Evans, don’t you worry.”

Chris followed Miss Valentine into the kitchen. He felt bad about himself and didn’t get to bring up every subject he wanted, but at least his eye problems would be addressed. He had to take the small victories.

Breakfast and supplements proceeded normally. Conversation was non-existent, and Chris kept his head down in shame. The voice in the back of his brain blamed his stupid male ego for all his problems, and Chris found himself receptive to the messaging. He should have figured something else out to get some clothes and not relied on his knowledge of cars. Stupid, stupid!!

Miss Valentine walked to the driveway and returned holding a pair of black short shorts.

She ordered lightly, “Here, put these on. It’s the best I could come up with on no notice whatsoever.”

Chris took the short shorts and began walking towards the bathroom.

Her voice called him out angrily, “Did you not hear me? Put on the shorts.”

Chris’ cheeks flushed, and he dropped his shorts to his ankles. His shriveled, flaccid cock and balls hung sheepishly between his legs. Miss Valentine leered at his naked manhood as he lifted the short shorts up his mostly smooth legs and secured them around his hips. They were tight, but they felt much better for athletic purposes than the rough denim shorts would have. He pulled off his shirt and let his skinny torso hang out. He didn’t want to get the only shirt that fit him all sweaty. 

Miss Valentine had a smug grin on her face as she motioned for the basement. Chris ran downstairs, gauging how the short shorts moved with his body. They were definitely tight in the crotch more than anything, but otherwise felt fine. The workout for the day was much like week one. Chris was beset with crunches, lunges, squats, leg lifts, flutter kicks, and all sorts of lower body and leg calisthenics. Unlike week one, however, Chris was proficient with these exercises, and his body had been hardened throughout his training. He managed to complete everything Miss Valentine challenged him with. He chugged pink water and sweated like a pig the entire time, but he crushed the workout.

Chris’ feelings of shame and inadequacy evaporated after his impressive showing of physical prowess. He confidently strutted up the stairs while mildly enjoying his blueberry and salt-flavored shake. At the top, he breathed in the strong odor of perfume and felt it coating the back of his throat. He didn’t bother coughing it out; he was used to the feeling by now.

Miss Valentine met him in the foyer and gave him a hearty *smack* on the behind. Chris yelped with surprise.

She grinned and congratulated him, “Great job down there. You’ve made some impressive progress. We still have a long way to go, but I’m proud of you, Mr. Evans!”

Chris felt pride swelling in his diminished chest. He couldn’t help but smile! But suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong feeling of emotion ran over Chris like a train. His eyes started to water, and he sniffled while blubbering in a high octave, “Th-thanks, Miss Valentine.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks due to Miss Valentine’s nice compliment. His emotions were completely out of control! He tried to stop himself but just couldn’t do it. He bowed his head into his hands. His bony elbows anchored into his hard chest, and he sobbed pitifully.

He croaked, “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I just can’t control myself lately.”

Unexpectedly, Miss Valentine responded softly, “It’s okay to be emotional, Chris. Despite what your male ego may tell you, it’s perfectly acceptable to cry once in a while.”

He nodded and turned towards the stairs and the shower, wiping his tears as he did. The woman’s voice in the back of his head, louder than ever, pushed Chris to accept Miss Valentine’s words. Perhaps she wasn’t all that bad! Maybe she even had Chris’ best interest at heart?

He stopped when Miss Valentine called from behind. Her voice retained its normal chill, “Mr. Evans, make sure you put on some makeup after the shower. Mascara and something on your lips at a minimum. I wouldn’t want your skill to erode before filming even starts.”

Chris sniffled and craned his neck over his shoulder. “You want me *cough* you want me to put on makeup?”

She threw her hands up and furrowed her brow. “What, is that too much for your male pride to overcome? Is ‘Captain America’ such a tough guy that he can’t fathom putting on some makeup?”

Chris pouted, “It’s just...It’s embarrassing *cough*. And that’s not me anymore; I’m different now *cough*.”

She responded loudly, “Embarrassed by who? Me? If you can’t wear makeup around me, how are you going to do it around a whole production crew during filming?”

Chris’ brain churned and considered her words. The woman’s voice in his head argued with his regular subconscious. They wrestled for supremacy. He had to admit what she said made sense. It didn’t matter anyhow; it wasn’t as if anybody else was coming over.

He spoke in his higher octave, not bothering to clear his throat, “Okay, Miss Valentine. It wouldn’t hurt me, I guess.”

She nodded in agreement, and Chris ran up the stairs. The woman’s voice in his head had won the day. He half expected her to follow him to the shower, but she didn’t. Unsure if that disappointed him or not, Chris took a few seconds to steady himself and recover from his most recent bout of crying. He pulled the short shorts from his hips and showered using the unlabeled products. Stepping out, he dried his hair and peered down at the pink makeup bag. He felt a looooong way from ‘Captain America.’

Not wanting to overdo it, Chris applied some mascara, some lip gloss, concealer, and blush. He examined himself in the mirror. It was just a few little touches here and there, but the result was surprisingly powerful. He looked...pretty. His lips were thin, and his jaw and brow were strong, but he appeared much softer with the makeup. His blue eyes popped with the addition of mascara and worked to make everything else look comparatively smaller. He didn’t look like a woman, but Chris could definitely see how he could play a convincing male-to-female transgender character. He saw Oscar potential in his made-up face! It felt strangely freeing to be the polar opposite of his gruff ‘Snowpiercer’ and ‘Captain America’ masculine himbo typecast. He was excited for the moment when all of Hollywood could finally see how hard he worked, how talented and wide-ranging his acting abilities were, and marvel at his commitment to the role. Of course, this transformation was only temporary for the part. He was fully prepared to reverse the process and get buff with his Oscar in hand.

With his confidence and resolve restored, Chris donned his black, women’s t-shirt and short shorts before heading back downstairs. Miss Valentine nodded her approval when she spotted Chris’ makeup. His apprehension lessened at her casual response to his appearance. He had no reason to be embarrassed around her.

Chris donned his headphones, and Miss Valentine clicked on the television. The new show for his weekly research booted up.

Already an expert and superfan of ‘The Bachelorette,’ Chris was excited to see the opposite side of the spectrum. This was the first time he was looking forward to watching his research material. As usual, he fell into a deep sleep after a few episodes and woke up in darkness and sweat. His spinning head and dry mouth were remedied by a quick mouthful of sweet water. His makeup seemed durable and held up to his sweat. Whatever products Sylvie had given him must have been expensive!

Dinner and pills followed next without much trouble. Miss Valentine seemed like her normal self and didn’t make any attempt at conversation. When she turned to leave, she reminded Chris that the doctor would be there on the following day to check on his eyes. She also promised Chris she would bring him some clothing until he got his car working. With that, she departed.

Chris felt exhausted. He slogged up the stairs to the bathroom and removed his makeup. He cleaned and moisturized his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his chin-length hair. He slipped into his bed naked and booted up ‘The Prince Ball.’ His brain became fuzzy as he played. He noticed an advertisement in the corner of the screen for a new game by the same company. He clicked the ad and saw the game was called ‘Hunk Dating Sim.’ The app downloaded instantly, and the icon showed a smiling, winking woman. Without hitting it, the app opened, and Chris’ mind was assaulted by another wave of subliminal messaging. He spent several glazed-over hours exploring his new app, which seemed to be from the perspective of a young woman chasing after sexy men and trying to get them to date her. All the while, Chris’ unimpressive penis was rock hard. He fell asleep when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer.

Laristopa .
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