[ENF] GRETCHEN'S WORLD

[SPLOTCH11]

Just so you all are aware, this story will be a bit of a slow burn. There probably won't be any of the more titillating content for the first few chapters, because I wanted to do a little more character development then normal. Hope you all enjoy, comments are welcome.




Chapter 1:
Jennifer Brigand had enjoyed a healthy acting career. It had started early for her, getting discovered for a cereal commercial when she was 12. Her beaming smile had been noticed, and she got many more jobs. First more commercials, then slowly getting small movie parts. When she was 15 she got casted on a T.V. show, "Brianna's World". She played Gretchen, the main actresses nerdy best friend. For the role she had to keep her hair short, dyed a mousy reddish blonde, and wear square rimmed glasses. She had gotten a fair amount of acclaim, enjoying the success of a young adult actress.

But, that was a long time ago. Now, Jennifer was 24. She had not had a job in two years. She was running out of money quickly. This was in part due to the lifestyle she enjoyed: Her own large house with a staff of maids, designer clothes and all the trendiest things. Also, she owed money to a lot of people. She desperately needed work, but was having a hard time landing anything. This too was her own fault. She was only remembered as Gretchen, the cute and shy high school nerd with self esteem issues. Everyone wanted her to play similar roles. Jennifer hated the role she was type cast in, and turned it down again and again.

For one, she wanted to be a leading role, not a supporting character. She felt she had what it took. For another she refused to play a high school student any longer. She had always been cast for roles younger then herself. Everyone looked at her and thought of a young girl, not a woman. This drove Vanessa insane. She hated how youthful she looked. She hated her round face, her doe eyes, her freckled cheeks. She couldn't stand her baby fat love handles, her small feet and hands, thin legs and narrow waist. Most of all she hated her small chest. She had spent her life in Hollywood, land of tall, athletic blondes with bodacious bodies and tans to match. She had always felt looked down on, a petite, fair skinned with little curves.

So, since her role on "Brianna's World" she had worked hard to change her appearance. She had worked off every inch of fat on her body. Unfortunately, this made her look even smaller. She tried and tried to tan, but her body just shrugged it off. So she had adapted a spray on tan. She grew her hair long and dyed it black rather then it's natural red. She wore the most sophisticated clothing she could, normally a tight suit and skirt. And, unknown to anyone, she began wearing padded bras. She started subtly, barely adding a cup size. Then, over the last four years, she had slowly increased it. Now she appeared to be a 36 inch D cup, when in fact she was a 32 inch AA. No one new about this, she made sure to order her Wonderbra’s in secret. It had been a hard secret to keep, including limiting her public appearances that involved

Despite everything she was doing everyone still remembered her as nerdy little Gretchen no matter what she did. People even called her Gretchen on the street!

So, in the midst of dwindling funds and a desperate need for work, Jennifer received A visit from Frank, her agent.

"Do you have work for me?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes, I've found something." Frank said calmly. "Jennifer: This is your last chance. If you don't take this role you're probably going to never get a major role again."

"Frank, what is it?" She asked urgently.

"It's a sequel to Brianna's World" Frank said a little reluctantly.

"No." Jennifer said instantly.

"I thought you might say that." Frank said, taking a seat on the couch in Jennifer's spacious living room.
"But hear me out. This is exactly the role you've always wanted."

"Frank, I said no more Gretchen roles" Jennifer responded.

"No, you said no more high school roles." Frank corrected. "This show is about Gretchen's life in college. Also you'd be the leading role."

"Hmm..." Jennifer pursed her lips in thought. "Tell me more."

"Well, it's not on basic cable: It's on a major satellite network. They promised me it will be a much more adult themed show then Brianna's world. You're character is struggling to get a PHD in Biochemistry while balancing her social life."

Well, Jennifer thought, that's much more adult then playing a high school nerd. Playing a scientist might get her out of her type cast.

"I don't know..." She said, still reluctant. "I really want to get away from that character."

"Jennifer, let me play you straight." Frank said, looking her in the eyes. "You need this role. You're bills are piling up. You haven't paid me in three months." He dug through his bag and pulled out a stack of papers. "This is the contract."

"Already?! Frank I have to think this over."

"Jennifer, If you don't take this role I quit." Frank said firmly. "I need to get paid and I need you to take this job."

Jennifer thought for a moment. Frank had been her only agent ever, and had always done right by her. She doubted she could make it in Hollywood without him.

"Alright Frank." She agreed. Frank pulled out a pen. Jennifer leaned over and signed the contract.

"Great!" Frank said excitedly, picking up the documents and throwing them into his bag. "I've got to get these right back to the studio to get things moving. You've made the right choice Jennifer."

"Sure..." Jennifer said, a little confused. She hadn't even gotten a chance to go over the contract. Oh well, she thought. She could trust Frank.

Later that Jennifer awoke with a start. She ripped her sleeping mask off, gasping for air. She had been having a nightmare, one she couldn't quite remember. Whatever it was it must have been a doozy. She was pouring sweat, her nightgown was soaked. What could have been so terrifying? She had no idea. Then, subconsciously she grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. She suddenly felt a longing for her bra, for the protection and coverage it provided.

[jimmythehand]

Looks like it's going to be a good story and I look forward to the continuation. One thing though; at the end of the fourth paragraph you say:

'It had been a hard secret to keep, including limiting her public appearances that involved '

...that involved what?

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No one new about this, she made sure to order her Wonderbra’s in secret. It had been a hard secret to keep, including limiting her public appearances that involved anything too revealing.


ha, thanks. here ya go

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The next day at three in the afternoon a knock came at the door. Jennifer was on the treadmill, so she answered the door toweling off her dampened forehead. At the door stood a 30 year old woman, with a red bob of hair and bangs. She looked firm and formal in a skirted business suit and heels. Jennifer felt the slightest disadvantage, wearing a loose cotton tank top and shorts.

“Yes?” She asked. May I help you?”

“Jennifer? Hello, I'm Maryanne Barlow.” The woman extended her hand for a brief, curt handshake. “I've been hired by the studio to prepare you for you're role in the new show. May I come in?”

“Of course.” Jennifer said, letting the woman by her into the den. Inwardly, Jennifer was a little annoyed. It wasn't that unusual to receive some coaching before a role by the studio. Jennifer considered herself a professional though, and this was an unnecessary process for her.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Jennifer asked, trying to be cordial. Maryanne reached into her purse and pulled out several large photo prints. Jennifer picked them up. They were from the last episode of Brianna's world. Three shots of her from various scenes.

“Those pictures were from the last time the audience saw the charter of Gretchen. This is how she's identified. Now, I can see that you've altered your appearance a a fair amount since then. We're going to need you to alter it back as much as we can.”

“What? Why?” Jennifer asked. She'd worked hard to look like she did now: A respectable young adult. Gretchen looked like an awkward teen.

“It's what the audience is expecting to see.” Maryanne explained. “Most of the audience base is returning fans. They want Gretchen, not the real life Jennifer Brigham.” She rose to her feet. She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to Jennifer.

“What's this?” Jennifer asked.

“The address of a stylist. I've already explained everything to them. You have an appointment tomorrow, they'll match you're appearance to the fans perspective.”

“Whoa, wait.” Jennifer said. This was all moving too fast. “I agreed to take a role, not to change everything about how I look!”

“Actually, that's exactly what you agreed to.” Maryanne explained. “You really should look over your contract. Anyways, this show will be a huge hit, be grateful for the opportunity.” Maryanne turned away, leaving Jennifer practically sputtering with anger. As she walked towards the door Maryanne hesitated by Jennifer's gym.

“Is this all yours?” Maryanne asked.

“Yes, of course it is.” Jennifer said. Maryanne looked to Jennifer, looking her up and down. Jennifer suddenly felt rather exposed in her workout clothes.

“What are you looking at exactly?” Jennifer asked, a catty edge in her voice.

“Well, you're very fit.” Maryanne said.

“Well, thank you.” Jennifer said, beaming a little at the compliment. She worked hard to get in shape and was glad when people noticed.

“Unfortunately, you're too fit. The character Gretchen is supposed to be getting you're degree in biochemistry. That wouldn't leave time to develop such muscles.” Maryanne turned on her heel and started walking away.

“I'll arrange for some people to come by tomorrow and pick up this equipment and put it in storage.” She said without looking back. Jennifer stood watching her leave, jaw dropped indignantly.

As soon as Maryanne left Jennifer called Frank.

“Yes Jennifer?” He asked from the other side of the phone.

“Frank, a woman just came by.”

“Oh yes, Maryanne. Quite an efficient woman.” Frank said.

“Well Frank, she just came in and made a bunch of outrageous demands!” Jennifer said.

“What demands were these?” Frank said, sounding a bit exasperated.

“She said I have to get my hair dyed and cut, that they were going to change my whole appearance!” Jennifer complained. “Frank, she said they were going to take my gym and put it in storage.”

“Yes Jennifer, that's all perfectly clear in the contract.”

“It is?” Jennifer said, shocked. She hadn't read the contract, she trusted Frank for such things.

“Yes, they have rights to do whatever they deem necessary cosmetically to get you to look the part. The gym equipment would be included, though it will still be yours, they will just hold it for the time being.”

“Frank, is this normal?” Jennifer asked, a bit ignorant to contracts.

“Well, frankly no, it's a bit demanding.” Frank explained. “But, at the rate they're giving you, it's not that out of line. They're putting a lot of money towards you. That means they're very invested in your character. Just go to the meeting, follow Maryanne's instructions, and in two months when filming begins you'll be fully ready. Then, after the first season's done you can go back to whatever hairstyle you prefer.”

“I...” Jennifer started. She didn't like this, but had no rational reason to argue it. If the pay was this good Jennifer could finally get out of debt.

“Okay Frank.” She said reluctantly. “I'll do what they say.”

“Great! You won't regret it!” Frank reassured her. “This show will put you on the map in a big way. A leading T.V. Role can lead to film, acclaim, the skies the limit!”

Frank had become an expert of working Jennifer over the years. He knew as he hung up the phone that she'd be dreaming about academy awards and Oscars all night.

[Mackie]

Enjoying the buildup which showed make the payoff all the more sweet, excited at the potential of the storyidea.

[superfag95]

good so far cant wait for more

[bbettyblambabam]

Very nice buildup so far! I like the secrets she has regarding her bra and other insecurities. This will make for some great embarrassment later. Looking forward to the rest!

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Chapter 3: Preparations

The next day Maryanne came by in the afternoon. She studied Jennifer's hair, nodding with approval.

“Perfect.” She said. “Like Gretchen's hair, but a bit overgrown. It will help the audience understand that time has passed.”

“Whatever.” Jennifer said. She was pouting, arms crossed as she sat on the couch. She tried to ignore the woman.

“I've brought a few scenes from the first episode.” Maryanne explained. She then proceeded to make Jennifer run through the scenes, giving advice and critiques. Jennifer was used to this, but she was already angry with Maryanne. This made the whole process annoying. Finally, Maryanne decided they were done for the day.

“Oh, one more thing.” Maryanne said. She produced a case from her purse. Jennifer opened it. Inside was a pair of wider framed glasses. She recognized these. The Gretchen glasses.

“Get used to wearing those again.” Maryanne explained. “They're non prescription lenses, so they won't bother you're eyes.”

“Fine.” Jennifer said, throwing the glasses aside. Maryanne looked down at her sternly.

“You might want to show some gratitude.” The older woman said. “This is a great role. The studio is investing a lot in you.” With that she turned and left. Jennifer stuck her tongue out at the woman's back.



Later that week Maryanne called in the morning to tell Jennifer she had a photo-shoot. Jennifer drove to a studio downtown. As soon as she got there she was rushed into wardrobe. The wardrobe women started measuring Jennifer's wingspan, figure, and so on. When the woman wrapped the tape measure around Jennifer's breasts, she instantly started to sweat. Would the woman notice her padded bra? Not likely. She had bought special gel installs that felt just like real breasts. Still, she always worried when people got too close.

“We'll have to take out the bust of the shirt.” The woman announced after measuring Jennifer's chest. Apparently they had been expecting her to have a much smaller bust. Though her increased size was fake, it still made Jennifer beam a little with pride. After her clothes were altered to fit her Jennifer was given the outfit and left alone in the changing room. The outfit was about what she'd expected. A white blouse to be tucked into a high waited plaid skirt, which came down to her knees. Under that there was black tights, then simple sneakers. She had worn this or similar outfits one hundred times as Gretchen. Stripping down to her underwear Jennifer slipped on the clothes. Once fully dressed she sighed before pulling out the glasses she'd been given and slipping them on. Then she looked in the full body mirror. She looked different. Her chest bulged under the tight white blouse. Though she hadn't been working out she was still quite a bit toner then she used to be. However, with the clothes, the glasses and the red hair, she looked a great deal like the character of Gretchen. Jennifer sighed. This is what she was in for, she had better prepare herself.

After a quick addition of some more makeup the shoot began. The shoot was focusing on academic stress. The first series of shots was of Jennifer at a desk, piles of books, computer next to her, scribbling notes. Makeup came and tossed her wavy hair, making it look unkempt deliberately, strands in her face. The photographer kept encouraging Jennifer to look stressed, to bulge her eyes under her glasses or puff out her cheeks, or bite her lip in a nervous look.

When they were done there they went to a fake hall of locker rooms, a set designed to remind people of school. Now Jennifer was to carry a large stack of books and papers, so many that they kept slipping under her grip. Again she was told to look nervous, frantic. The photographer commanded her to lock her knees together in a pose of shyness, looking around in apparent stress. Jennifer figured these photos would have quotes to go along with them, something about the stress of school or growing up or something.

They finished quickly. Jennifer found it easy to act like this. The whole role of Gretchen had been one of frantic energy, necrotic shyness. She'd done it for so long it came easily to her. She hated to admit it, but acting like Gretchen came so easily to her it was shocking.

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can't wait for more!

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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...