[SPLOTCH11]

As the show grew nearer, Jennifer began to be called Gretchen on the street. With her hair, and her skin growing paler every day, people were recognizing her as the character more and more. Jennifer hated it. She refused to respond to the name. Her training with Maryanne continued, along with new additions. Soon a billboard appeared for the show. 'Gretchen's World' It said, next to a photo of her face. She was wearing her glasses, her now wavy hair unkempt. In the photo she looked nervous, as she'd been directed, wide eyed and biting her lower lip. Jennifer started seeing the billboard everywhere. There was no going back now, she realized. She was making this show no matter what. She regretted her quick commitment.

Finally, filming began. After all the buildup Jennifer was actually relieved. She arrived at the studio. Entering she found a roar of activity. There was multiple sets which she recognized from what she new of the script. There were exteriors of the fictional college Gretchen attended. There were classrooms, and what must have been her dorm room. People were running about, voices calling out over megaphones. Jennifer had to admit that this was the most production she'd ever seen for a T.V. Show.

“Oh my god, is that Jennifer?” A voice called. Jennifer froze. She knew that voice, though she didn't want to admit it. Slowly she turned. There she was. Michelle Valez, a.k.a. Briana. The titular Briana from their previous show, 'Briana's World'. It had been years, but she looked just like how Jennifer remembered. A towering blonde, she was deeply bronzed, muscular while still being lean. She had big shoulders, a tiny waist, and muscular limbs. But what everyone always noticed was her chest. It was what made her such an icon. Off her broad ribcage her breasts looked like bowling balls. Perfectly round, sticking straight up and off her. She f!it her jock cheerleader role perfectly.

“Jennifer! Great to see you!” Brianna said, giving her a deep and unwelcome hug. After several long seconds she broke away, holding Jennifer at arm's length.

“Wow Jennifer, you look... different.” Brianna said. Jennifer noticed Brianna's eye's focusing on her chest. As always, when someone from her old life noticed her chest, Jennifer got self conscious. She pulled free of Brianna's grip and shied away, crossing her arms over herself.

“Uh, thanks.” Jennifer replied coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. Did Brianna know? “You look... well... the same.” Jennifer said calmly. In response Brianna looked down over herself, arms extended. Then she looked back at Jennifer with a knowing grin.

“I know, right? I had to get myself right back to where I was when the old show was on.” Brianna explained. “It took a lot of work with Maryanne, the show's consultant.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't the only one Maryanne had pushed back into her youthful roll! Maybe her and Brianna could bond over this.

“Anyways, I have to prepare for the shoot.” Brianna explained. “I'll see you on set!” She said, walking away with a wink. Jennifer waved uncomfortably, then headed to her dressing room.

In her dressing room (her first time as the star, Jennifer beamed) Jennifer found a full pilot script waiting for her. She began to read it. About what she expected. The character of Gretchen arriving at college, struggling to learn the ropes. Comic situation ensues. Jennifer tossed it aside quickly. She could tell from the premise what she was in for, and Maryanne had coached her on the important scenes. Soon makeup arrived, preparing her. Then, after she'd assumed her costume, shooting began.

Most people thought filming a movie was the 'fun' part of making movies. Jennifer had assumed that as a youth. In fact, it was the dullest part. Take after take, walking to your mark then retreading your steps a second later. It went on forever. In five hours they had filmed past where Jennifer had read in the script.

So far, it was all going great. Maryanne was on set speaking to the director. She kept passing on to Jennifer compliments on her performance. Jennifer was used to be Gretchen. I fact the role fit like an old glove. After yet another long shot, the director called cut and they went to break.

“Alright everyone, scene 24, let's all get ready.” The director, a young adult male announced. He began speaking to the cameraman, ignoring everyone else. Jennifer hesitated. She didn't know what was next. She was actually relieved when Maryanne walked up.

“Alright Jennifer, let's get set for the next shoot.” Maryanne explained. Jennifer felt she had to explain her status.

“Maryanne, this is more then I thought we'd shoot in a day.” Jennifer explained sheepishly. “I haven't read this far in the script.”

“You haven't?!” Maryanne said in shock. Then she shook her head. “Well, no worries. This is the scene where you find out Brianna goes to the same college as you. It's her first shot in the show.”

Great, Jennifer thought. She had to share a scene with that girl.

“Okay, fine. What's the setting?”

“Well, there's no time to review the script.” Maryanne said disapprovingly. Jennifer felt a bit sheepish because she was under prepared. “Well, the scene starts with you coming out of the showers.” Maryanne explained. “You walk out and bump into Brianna and her friends. There's some banter you should read over. For now go change into a towel, makeup will moisten your hair.”

Jennifer left to her trailer. She stripped down to her underwear, then found the towel wardrobe had left for her. She'd shot this kind of scene before on the old show. Locker room scene, where everyone looks naked wrapped in towels, but is secure under their wrap with underwear. Great for the daytime T.V. Perverts. She wrapped the towel, knotting it carefully. Then she slipped her bra straps off each shoulder, so she appeared nude under the towel Before leaving the tailor Jennifer looked in the mirror. She looked like a naked girl under her towel. The thought made her blush. She had to remind herself that she was wearing underwear, and no one would even see that. Finally, taking a steadying breath, she walked out of her dressing room.

She stopped by makeup. Quickly, the prepared team misted her hair to create the illusion she'd just left the shower. When they were satisfied she went onto the set. It was a three walled locker room that looked like any other, except one wall was cut away for the director and crew to watch from, camera's rolling. Brianna was there, dressed similar to Jennifer. Waiting at her wings was a group of girls, obviously playing her cronies. The director motioned Brianna and Jennifer over. They both approached, wrapped in towels and glistening.

When they were near, the director spoke to them privately.

“Alright girls, this is the first time you've interacted onscreen since 'Brianna's World'. “ He explained. “This will be a big moment for the fans. So, let's keep it very real, very raw. Jennifer, you're being ambushed by a surprised. Play it shocked, keep quiet,” He told her. Then he turned to Brianna. “Brianna, you're surprised, but excited. This is Jennifer, you’re old punching bag from high school. You're shocked, but you have your crew, you're in power. So you're excited. You're playing the bully, Jennifer is the nerd. Alright, let's do the first take.” He dismissed them instantly. They both walked to their separate marks. After checking with cameraman and crew, the director held up his megaphone and said “ACTION!”

Jennifer knew she was the first in the shot. She exited the shower stall, wrapped in a towel with another one wrapped around her torso. She tried to act unsuspecting, obvious. Then Brianna walked around the corner, also clad in a towel, with a girl on each side. When they saw a each other Jennifer froze. Partially because she was supposed be acting this way, but also because the sight of Brianna wrapped in a towel gave her a start. Without shoes and clothes, the difference between the two was as clear as day and night. Barefoot, Brianna was a full head taller then Jennifer. This put Jennifer level with Brianna's clavicle. Besides that, the toned blonde was almost twice as wide, her broad shoulders making Jennifer's own look puny. Brianna's bronzed limbs making Jennifer's look stickly in comparison. Jennifer regretted that she'd been banned from working out for the last month, she would've loved to look more toned at the moment. She also wished she'd been using her spray on tan. She hated to think she'd look pasty by comparison.

So, Jennifer acted with a very illegitimate intimidation. Brianna played her part perfectly, and her expression shifted from surprised to a wicked grin.

“Gretchen!” Brianna recited from the script. “What a surprise! I had no idea you went to school here.”

“I... uh...” Jennifer struggled to remember her lines. “Yeah, same to you I guess.”

“Girls, this is Jennifer. We went to high school together.” She pointed to Jennifer as she spoke to the girls. “Jennifer, this is two of my sorority sisters from Gamma Pi.” The two girls waved a bit mockingly to Jennifer.

“Well, it's great to see you. Although, I feel like we should all 'see' a little more...” Brianna said, leaning in wickedly.

“What?” Jennifer said, real nervousness in her voice. The two of them were following into their roles perfectly naturally, Brianna the confident bully, Brianna the nervous nerd.

“Well, you remember that prank you pulled on me at Gradation?” Brianna asked. This
was a callback to their old show, where Gretchen and the other nerds had gotten revenge on the popular kids by yanking their gowns off at once. Brianna had gotten the blunt of the prank, for she was wearing just underwear under the gown.

“Well, I figure I owe you... this!” Brianna said. Moving with a speed that genuinely startled Jennifer, Brianna stepped forward and grabbed Jennifer's towel by the top. Brianna yanked the towel away, revealing Jennifer's black underwear. Jennifer forced a very shocked gasp out, and threw up her hands in shock.

“CUT!” the director yelled. The actors all looked to him. He came forward, annoyed.

“Jennifer, what is this?” He asked.

“What?” Jennifer said, unsure what she'd done that was so wrong.

“THIS!” The director said, pointing at Jennifer's body. Remember she was wearing her underwear and nothing else, Jennifer snagged the towel from Brianna.

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, honestly confused.

“Why are you wearing underwear? Didn't you read the script?”

“Well yeah...” Jennifer didn't mention that she had more 'skimmed' the script then read it at length.

“Well, it's written very clearly.” He pulled his copy out of his back pocket. “After her line Brianna pulls off Gretchen's towel. Gretchen shrieks in shock. Nude reaction shot.” He stopped reading and looked up. “So, why are you wearing underwear.”

“You mean the nude reaction shot?” Jennifer asked. “I assumed we'd have to reposition cameras, get an over the shoulder or between the legs or something.”

“Jennifer, you're still thinking in terms of 'Brianna's World.' That show was on network television and had the target audience of high school girls. This show is different. Our target audience is young adult men. Also we're on a satellite network, and not subject to the same censoring.”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, though it was beginning to dawn on her. She felt fear in her stomach.

“What I mean is when the script says 'nude reaction shot' I mean an actually nude shot, not a PG over the shoulder shot.” He explained. “I'm going to need you fully nude and back on set in five.”

“Wait, what?” Jennifer asked in shock. Fully nude?!

“Well, we won't be showing full frontal nudity, but we might be framed in a way where you're panties will be in the way. So I'll need your underwear off to redo the shot.”

“My... underwear?” Jennifer stammered in shock.

“I don't have time for this.” The director shook his head impatiently. “Maryanne!” He called. The woman appeared suddenly “ Will you get Jennifer ready for the shot and talk to her?”

“Of course.” Maryanne replied, taking Jennifer by her shoulder and escorting her back.

“What seems to be the problem? Maryanne asked.

“I'm not doing a nude scene!” Jennifer explained. “I had no idea!”

“Jennifer, it was written plainly in the script. It's no one's fault but you're own that you didn't read this far.”

“But... I refuse!” Jennifer exclaimed. She was desperate. She had never done a nude scene, and intended to never do so. She couldn't without giving away her biggest secret: her padded bra. Just thinking of it made her touch her chest, reassuringly feel her full coverage bra with it's large insoles of padding under her towel.

“Jennifer, you can't just refuse. “You're a contracted actor. You can't refuse to do what you're contract agrees to.”

“There... there's a nudity clause in my contract?” Jennifer asked, fearful. Such a clause meant that an actor or actress had to do just about any type of nude scene!

Maryanne rolled her eyes. “Don't you read anything?” She asked, disapproving. Jennifer hung her head sheepishly.

“Look, I'll ask the director to clear the set.” Maryanne explained. “It's your first nude scene, he'll understand. That way, it'll only be essential people present. If you're nervous: good! The scene calls for some nervousness. Don't worry, the camera is actually very forgiving, I'm sure you'll look great!” Maryanne reassuringly patted Jennifer on the shoulder, then left the room.

In desperation Jennifer called her manager.

“Frank, they want me doing a nude scene!” Jennifer whispered harshly.

“I know, I read the script for the first issue. Don't worry, this director is very tasteful, I'm sure it will be fine.”

“Frank, you have to get me out of this!” Jennifer exclaimed.

“Jennifer, don't be ridiculous.” Frank replied. “It's in your contract, there's no 'getting out' of it. You're an actress, this is part of your job. Just think of all the acclaim you'll be getting, taking such a bold move! It'll be fine.”

With that, the fast talking Frank hung up. Jennifer hung her head. That was that. There was no getting out. Why hadn't she read the contract! A nudity clause! She'd never agree to such a thing normally! But now she had no choice.

Jennifer drew a shaking breath. She reached under her towel. With a shaking hand she slid her black featureless panties off. Then, taking a series of breaths to steady herself, Jennifer clumsily unclasped her bra. It fell under the towel. Jennifer gathered her underwear and put them with her other clothes in the closet. She could feel the heavy weight of her bra. There was all her protection, all her built up image. All that weight was how much breast she didn't have! She felt her face grow hot. For a moment Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror. She considered shedding the towel, to get a look at her body for reassurance. She couldn't bring herself to though. She was just too embarrassed. So, holding the towel tightly to her body, she took careful steps across the room and out to the set.

Maryanne had gotten the set cleared. Without the bustle of activity, The large warehouse looked shockingly empty. It made Jennifer feel smaller then ever before. The lights beamed down. Jennifer felt there was nowhere to hide. Slowly she walked to her mark. Brianna stood with the other two girls, all wrapped in towels. Jennifer knew they were wearing clothes under their towels. It made her feel all the more exposed. Brianna was looking at Jennifer curiously. She was wondering what exactly had her so nervous.

“Alright, the dialogue from first take should be fine.” The director said when she was in place. “We'll start from Brianna's last line.”

“Remember that prank you pulled on me at graduation?” Brianna repeated. “Well, for that I owe you... this!”

Jennifer had thought she was prepared. But, as Brianna lunged forward, she realized what exactly was about to happen. She tried to pull away, but Brianna caught her towel and yanked it hard. Things went slow motion for Jennifer. She looked down as the towel flew away. Every movement it took away more and more of her body came into view. Her breasts sprung into view, pink nipples swaying on top of small upward curving mounds. Between them her clean shaven crotch was plainly visible. Under the bright stage lights she looked shockingly pale. Her breasts and crotch never got much sun, and she had a defined bikini tan. Besides her freckles and her pink nipples she looked like pure snow.

Jennifer's shriek was not fake. She was actually terrifically started and embarrassed. She was naked! The thought of it, the physical feeling, caused a high pitch squeal to burst from her. NAKED! She felt her face grow hot. With a gasp she threw her hands over herself, hugging her nude body with her skinny limbs. Her nipples felt startling and hard under her palms, and wedging a leg over her crotch made her knees weak. Feeling her womanhood, shockingly smooth and soft just made her feel all the more vulnerable.

“HA!” Brianna exclaimed, drawing Jennifer's attention away from her body for a moment. “I knew those new tits had to be fake!” Brianna said, obviously adlibbing. She couldn't contain her amusement, seeing Jennifer, an actress she considered to less then her, exposed for wearing a padded bra. She KNEW that something was off about Jennifer's figure.

“Alright, Cut!” The director said. Jennifer hardly cared. She wasn't acting at all, she was just trying to hide her nudity! She moved towards the towel, but Brianna moved away, just out reach. Jennifer was too embarrassed to risk showing anything with violent movement, so she just gave up and hugged herself. The director was talking to the cameraman, watching the playback. Jennifer backed up against a wall, feeling incredibly exposed. Her skinny, what she felt to be spindly legs shook. She could feel her blush. Finally, after what felt like eternity but was probably only a few seconds, the director came over.

“Sorry about the ad lib.” Brianna apologized. “I hope I didn't ruin the shot.”

“No, that was actually perfectly in character. Given what you'd just learned about Gretchen, that's how you'd respond!” He said. Jennifer felt angry, Brianna being congratulated for mocking her!

“Actually, you're adlibs given me a few ideas. We're going to break for today, I've got some material I want to throw around with the writers. You three are welcome to go.” He said to Brianna and the two girls. Then he turned back to Jennifer.

“Jennifer, that was great, very real.” He said. I'm going to need a couple close ups to mix in with the scene.” He motioned the cameraman forward. The camera got intimidatingly close to Jennifer.

The first shot was a close up of her face. The director encouraged her to look embarrassed, getting several different reactions. When they were done the camera was lowered.

“Jennifer, for this shot I'm going to need you to put you're hands down at your side. Slowly, with a pained effort, Jennifer forced her hands to her sides. She looked to her side, biting her lip. She couldn't look down at what they were filming. They were filming her secret, tiny breasts, up close! She couldn't look down. It was like a nightmare. While her head was turned Jennifer saw Brianna, now fully clothed, carrying her purse and walking out with the other girls. They had all stopped to watch. Jennifer wished she could cover up, But knew she could not.

“Try to hold still Jennifer.” The director said. She was shaking like a leaf, causing her nipples to swing wildly, her small mounds to sway. Jennifer did what she could, but she was barely able to keep composure.

Brianna and the girls all watched until the director said cut. Then they turned away. Jennifer could hear them laughing to each other. They were laughing at her, of course. At the sight of her small breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest shamefully.

“There's just one more thing for today.” The director explained. “I need a shot of you, in the pose you had earlier, right arm over your chest, left between your legs, like the towel was just pulled away. Then, I need you to turn away from the camera and run to that door, leaving the scene.” He explained. Jennifer assumed the pose, grateful for the reminder to cover herself. The camera reposition.

“Action!” He called out. Vanessa turned and ran for the door, bare feet slipping on the tiles.

“Cut!” He said, calling her back from the other side of the door. “That was good. This time when you run, try to stick out your backside a bit more.” He explained. Jennifer flushed again at the mention of a body part. He called action again. Jennifer tried to follow his command, though her body was barely listening to her. She tried to stick her butt out, hunching forward more. Jennifer knew that her butt was very small, and while round, didn't have much to stick out.

“Cut!” He said once she'd run out again. She came back.

“Okay, one more try. Really stick your backside out, it'll look a lot better on camera.” He said. They did it again. Now Vanessa ran, practically bent in half. After he yelled cut she came back.

“How'd it turn out?” The director asked the cameraman. He shrugged half hardheartedly. “Well, we'll have to call that good enough. Great job today Jennifer, get dressed and you're welcome to leave. We might be taking the next few days off, I have some rewrites in mind. Jennifer didn't have to be told twice. She hurried away from the two men who'd seen so much of her body. As she dressed she replayed all the humiliations of her day in her head. Little did she know that it was just beginning...