Part 18 The Clipped Penny

We all went off to get changed so that we could start the ‘Tuesday’ filming. With this one we would be bringing Tony and Steve back into the story.

We had a scene where Barry asks us if we knew any guys who wanted to make a little bit of money helping him, and I said I may have a couple who could help.

We did a scene where Barry grabs Sheila and pulls her into the ladies’ room and locks the door, giving her one on the settee with much enthusiasm. I could see that she needed to bring all her acting skills to this one as she tried to look as if she wasn’t enjoying it.

We then did the pub scene where I meet the guys and tell them that they could earn a little extra helping a guy redecorate in my workplace and they jump at the chance. I then take the two of them back to ‘my place’ where I give Steve a blow job and Tony reams my butt.

This one we did in the old-fashioned porn genre. I was perched kneeling on a chair while they penetrated my orifices and they worked it so that Steve pushed my chair over and I fall to one side, leaving them facing each other as they came, spurting their load over each other. That was ‘Tuesday’ in the can, and it was still actually Tuesday. Wednesday was a bit more complicated.

We did a scene where I arrive at work, Odette comes in and gives me a broadside for not looking pretty enough so I head off-set to redo my face again. The scene is continued with Barry coming in, followed by Tony and Steve.

Now they had already featured in earlier episodes, so they greeted all the girls with a hug and a kiss. They had not been faced with Odette before and she gives them a dressing down, saying that the lazy guys should be at work already.

We did a couple of short scenes where we girls have a little discussion about having men so close during work time and the Odette comes out of her office and tells Susan to look after things while she is out.

The following scene had Susan, Annabelle, and Elizabeth, all giving each other a knowing look and then all getting up with Susan telling the rest of us to keep working as they leave. The last scene for the ‘Wednesday’ episode would take some doing so we broke early to do it on Thursday morning.

Thursday the three girls and three guys were back in the same outfits and the girls walk into the room where the guys are supposed to be painting. Of course, it ends up with three couples going at it hammer and tongs.

A desk with a dust sheet on it was one prop used well, and a plank between two ladders was a good support for Susan and Annabelle getting it from behind. The scene took all morning to shoot with multiple angles, so Andrew said that we had another early finish.

This weekend I had Susan and Paula with me as we went down the West Country for a smaller gathering than the last couple of weeks. The hotel was in Plymouth. Susan and I had a walk on the Hoe on Saturday morning, talking about the history we were making in our small way.

The event went well and there must have been some well-off guys there as the high bid was a hundred and twenty and about twenty of them paid for a feel. I suggested to Sam that we ought to get a plaster cast of my tackle done and we may be able to sell ‘Penny’s Portable Penis’ at future events. What worried me was that he nodded instead of laughing.

The following week we had ‘Thursday’ and ‘Friday’ to film and then the Halloween Party scenes which will be a one-off special.

The ‘Thursday’ one had more of the guys and Barry has a scene giving Tanya a go and she had no trouble showing that she had enjoyed it. We did a couple of linking scenes and then we had my three-person hump to do.

In this one Odette calls me into her office, closes the door and we get down to it with her on the desk edge again and me standing in my heels. Then Barry comes in, sees us and whips out his dick and proceeds to give it to me in the butt.

It was different, I give it that. The force of the two of us thrusting into Odette was a very new feeling and I was surprised when we all came at roughly the same time. The odd ending to this one was when Barry pulls me backwards while still impaled and I pull out of Odette while the camera takes in my slippery dick.

On Tuesday afternoon we filmed the arrival scene for the ‘Friday’ show with me walking a bit oddly. Barry had done a bit of damage to me, but I was a true actor and would finish the scenes up to the time I was ‘sent on sick leave’.

Wednesday and Thursday we put the ‘Friday’ show in the can. We had Odette announcing a Halloween Party at her place on Saturday night with attendance being mandatory. She promised a few tricks as well as a few treats and said that all food and drink would be supplied.

We had several scenes one-on-one where I ask about her parties and get shown a few of the tricks I would be expected to perform with a few of the girls showing me the positions I would need to conquer. We would be adding a few extras to make it look crowded.

We were now about five weeks ahead of the shows and could give the party scenes all our attention next week. There was not a subscriber social event on this weekend, so Susan and I took ourselves off to a small hotel in the Cotswolds for a couple of days and just relaxed.

The following Monday we walked into the studio to find a big set, laid out as a large lounge with four settees, a few big armchairs and cabinets with drinks arrayed on them.

The early scenes saw us arriving and being greeted by Odette and Barry and then getting stuck into the booze. I found out that the booze was real and determined that I would play drunk rather than get drunk.

The party quickly deteriorated into an orgy, what else? There was a general mix of guys and girls getting it off using every bit of furniture and the shag rug. We were all knackered by lunchtime, and we stopped for a quick meal, standing around in the buff.

The afternoon we had a scene where Barry and Odette leave the room as we were laying around and come back dressed in leather Dom gear that left their groins free.

Odette walks up to me (as I pretended to be drunk) and puts a collar and lead on me, pulling me to my feet. She then gives the lead to Barry who pulls me out of the room. The last scene has me in one of her bedrooms and I am forced to lick her out while Barry holds the lead. He then puts his dick in my butt and starts pumping me.

Damn, it hurt this time. When he came, he pulled me upright with the lead and put his arms around me so that I couldn’t move.

Odette came towards me with a wicked smirk and a syringe in her hand, saying “Penny, my dear one, I have grown tired of your false breasts and manly ways. When you come back to work you will be different and my total slave.”

She then acts as if she is plunging the needle into my arm. The last bit is a close-up of my face as my eyes droop and close.

That was my bit done for a while. The others would do Week 6 and 7 while I was away.

Tuesday morning Sam took me and Susan to a private hospital in the countryside where I was scheduled to have the breast augmentation. Sam asked me if I wanted anything else done and I told him that my butt had been damaged in the last scene.

He told me that Andrew wanted me to come back more girly and that the budget ran to having the vocal cords worked on as well as cosmetic alterations.

I said “Whatever”. Stupid bitch that I was!!!

The doctors had a look at my medical history and requested procedures that Sam supplied and then did a few tests of their own to compare. Susan then gave me a farewell kiss and left with Sam.

I was alone in this hospital for a couple of weeks, or so I thought. The doctors gave me a quick examination in my butt and then I was relieved of my falsies and had to undress and get into a hospital nightie. Thankfully they were treating me as Penny, rather than Julian.

Later that day the doctor came back to me with a bit of bad news. It seemed that the damage to my anus required surgery to repair and that I would not be able to be reamed for the foreseeable future unless I had a death wish.

I also had blood poisoning from the open wounds that had absorbed the ‘essence of excrement’. The doctor said that I was very lucky to have come in so soon after the injury as I may have been unable to be saved, had I left it for another week.

I was on a drip with antibiotics for a week, along with another for nutrition that added to my liquid diet. I had been forced to drink about five litres of awful stuff which cleaned my system out, and I was packed with an absorbent dildo which was changed every day.

After another two litres of the gunk at the end of that week it was decided that my blood was now good enough to operate on my anus. All this time nothing had been said about anything else. I guess they wanted me to be alive and well before they got onto that.

I had the operation and then spent another week getting over it, still on a liquid and augmented diet. Sam and Susan came in to see how I was and were surprised that I had not even started the cosmetic changes.

The doctor explained just how sick I had been, and Susan had tears in her eyes when she leaned over me to give me a kiss. Sam said he would talk to Andrew about this, and they left with worried looks on their faces; Susan because she was worried about me, and Sam because he was worried about the show.

It was very lucky we were so far ahead because I ended up being more than two months in that hospital.

Eventually I was able to eat and crap again but the first time it felt like I was passing a brick with razor blades sticking out of it. The doctors then started a series of small operations.

The first was to make a few changes to my features to make them more feminine; the next to ‘improve’ my vocal range and the last one to give me identical breasts to the falsies I had gone in with.

All the time, as I lay in my bed, I thought about how my life had changed. I was no longer the Julian Spinks I had started as. I was hardly a shadow of that person.

I had been living as a woman, among women, for several months now and had come to be very comfortable in my role. If truth be told, I looked forward to the scenes where I interacted with the guys more than the ones where I used my tackle.

And talking about tackle, it had hardly twitched for the last few weeks and when I asked the doctor about it, he just said that this was natural with the amount of estrogen they were pumping into me, a normal practise for those in transition.

They were prepping me for another operation at the time which I had not bothered to ask about. My world faded into blackness before I could reply.

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