Hey, here's that reward story we talked about - well, the start to it, anyway. (you know who you are :D)This part is setting up the switch between the popstar and the male fan. I shall finish it with a part 2 next weekEnjoy
It's Christina Britney...Bitch
The stadium erupts, and the entire structure shakes from pounding feet. The atmosphere is electric with cheering and clapping. The show went off without a hitch, and the crowd demand more, the encore not being half enough to satisfy them.
Christina, being ushered into the back rooms by her staff, lets out a long, tired sigh.
“More! More! More!” The crowd chants over and over again. “Queen! Queen! Queen!”
“Ma’am…” Her manager, a softly spoken person called Antony, stands before her, handing her a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Great show. They really loved you! I think that was one of your best yet!”
Christina swipes at the towel and then frowns. “Wonderful…” she snarks back, curling her lips with derision. “I’d be more excited about that if you’d upped the ticket prices like I’d told you. I could have made double.”
She throws the towel at his face. It slides down and eventually comes to rest across the clipboard and phone in his hand.
“Get me a drink, you silly little man,” Christina snaps her fingers and walks past him, bumping him with her hip as her high heels clack on the concrete floor. “I’ll be in my changing room. I trust you can do that and not fuck that up as well…?”
Antony picks up the now-damp towel with two fingers. He rests it on his arm, looking back at Christina as she power-walks away from him with confidence, her tight leotard barely leaving anything to the imagination.
“M-Ma’am…” he calls out to her, fumbling with his clipboard.
Christina stops. “What?” she asks, not even bothering to look back in his direction.
“I-I…I’ve arranged for those look-a-likes and cover artists to meet you, as you requested. Shall I show them to your changing room?”
Silence for a moment as tension builds. Anotony pulls at his shirt collar, worried.
“Do any of them actually look like me?” Christina asks, slowly turning to face him with a glare that could cut glass.
Antony glups hard before answers. “W-Well…” his voice cracks as he looks down at the clipboard of names.
“You’re such a lurch, Antony…” she laughs out in reaction to his nerves. “Just spit it out already, or I’ll find another brain-dead lurch to replace you as my manager.”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am…” His voice cracks again as she steps closer, frantically swiping at his phone to show her the pictures of the people he’s invited to meet her.
Keeping his distance, he holds the phone out to her. “H-Here are the head shots I took while you were performing.”
On the screen, a very attractive young woman is dressed similarly. Christina stares at the image for a little while, then becomes annoyed.
“She looks nothing like me, you idiot!” she hisses, flapping her hand in front of the screen, wanting the image to be removed from her sight, but not wanting to touch Antony’s phone. “I’m too important to stand here looking at an ugly woman, Antony! Just show me ones that actually look like me and not some man in drag trying to look like me!”
“B-But…” Antony’s lip wobbles. “Sarah isn’t a man in drag, Ma’am. She’s a very attractive young lady.”
Suddenly, the tension in the air gets thicker, almost so that it feels like it could crush a man. Christina clicks her left heel and then tuts to signal that he’s on thin ice with her.
“Why don’t you go marry the fucking ugly whore then?!” she replies in a bitchy tone, before raising one hand like she’s about to click it for attention. “Last chance, little man, or you’re fired, and I’ll click my hands and my bodyguards will throw you to the curb.”
She sharply glares at him, standing slightly taller in her performance high heels. Her eyes narrow, and she growls. “I only want to see the ones that look EXACTLY like me…” she rolls her eyes at him. “Or is that too intelligent for a stupid little man like you!?”
Terrified of losing his job, Antony reacts quickly. However, his nervousness makes him fumble a little as she starts scrolling through the pictures of the look-a-likes he’d rounded up. Christina can only laugh as she enjoys watching him cower before her.
“T-This one!” Antony lifts the phone for her to look. “They were the closet looking to you!
Christina narrows her gaze at the phone, staring intently as the tension makes Antony’s heart want to pop right then and there.
“Hmph… “ She frowns and wafts the phone away with her hand. “If she’s the only one that has even a fraction of my beauty, I want to see her right now.”
Christina turns on her heels and, with a flick of her long blonde hair, starts walking away, ending the conversation.
“Ma’am… you might want to know something about this one first….” Antony calls out, his face now completely drenched in sweat with stress.
“Just bring her to me!” she shouts back, dismissing him with another wave of her hand without looking in his direction. “If you don’t considered you self fired, you silly little boy.”
Watching her walk away, the two heavy-set men beside her smirking back at him, Antony lets out the longest sigh. His heart still thudding in his chest, he presses the home button on his cell phone and smiles as it brings up a sweet picture of his wife and disabled child, Lilly, saved as his wallpaper.
He takes in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “Do it for them…” he chants to himself. “Do it for them.”
Moments later, having walked through the endless corridors of the stadium, still being rocked and shaken by the crowd still singing Christina’s song even after the gig ended, Antony makes his way to a small waiting room and goes inside.
Inside the room, a dozen people, all dressed similarly to Christina, are desperate to meet her after the concert. Many of them are professional cover acts, and all are massive HUGE fans of her music.
Antony doesn’t say anything as he first enters, many not seeing him come in as they sing Christina’s songs together, enjoying each other's fandom. He approaches the person he thinks looks most like Christina, and the only one of the group he’s gathered together that she actually wants to see.
He clears his throat and taps them on the shoulder as they stand watching some of the other look-a-likes putting on a small performance.
“Ma’am…” she says softly to get her attention.
Charlie turns to look at him, their smile brightening. “Oh, hiya, Antony!”
“Y-Yes…” he replies, a little stressed, not smiling back. “C-Can I have a word with you in private. Please, follow me.”
Charlie frowns. “Have I done something wrong?” they ask, allowing their shoulder to slump with disappointment. “Is it because I’m a—”
“Just follow me, please.” Antony interrupts before Charlie can finish their sentence.
Opening the door for both of them to walk out into the maze of bland concrete corridors, Antony pulls Charlie into a quiet area, away from the waiting room. He takes a moment to compose himself as Charlie is anxious, swaying on the spot, worried they won’t be able to meet their idol.
“So, good news.”
“Y-Yeah!?” Charlie’s eyes instantly start to brighten. “S-S-She’s want to meet me!?” They screech with pure delight, then become embarrassed and cover their mouths like a naughty child.
Antony clears his throat, reacting uncomfortably to their excited outburst.
“Please, don’t be too excited, Charlie. They do say that you should never meet your heroes.”
Charlie tilts their head to one side, curious. “Is she a bitch? I love her, but I bet she’s a real diva, right? I wouldn’t expect anything less from the amazing Christina Britney!”
“Diva…” Antony nods once and then gives a wry smile. “Yes.” He shakes his head. “But anyways, yes, she wants to meet you. So, please go into the conversation with her with an open mind.”
“With an open mind?” Charlie lightheartedly scoffs.
“Yes.”
“Antony…” Charlie grins and places one hand on their hip, striking a Christina-esque pose. “I’m a man who cosplays a female popstar. Trust me, I’ve already got an open mind. Whatever she has to say to me is nothing compared to the contortion I have to put myself through daily to look as sexy as her with the body I was born with. Trust me on that.”
Antony’s gaze slowly falls to Charlie’s crotch. It’s completely flat in the leotard he has on, making Antony ask. “Does it not hurt? Like, it’s flat.”
Charlie notices his gaze. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
Antony’s gaze quickly lifts, and he blushes hard. “S-Sorry.”
“It’s okay!” Charlie smiles. “It does hurt sometimes, yeah. But I take your surprise as a compliment.”
“Y-You do…?”
“Fuck yeah!” Charline grins and flashes a peace sign. “When I dress like Christina, it makes me feel sexy, powerful, confident, and like I actually matter.” His smile slowly fades. “Sorry, is that me sharing too much. I’m sure you don’t wanna talk about my personal trauma when a real popstar wants to meet me or all people!”
Antony once again clears his throat. “Y-Yes. She is waiting.” He looks Charlie up and down once again, impressed with the level of detail and just how feminine he presents. “I have to say, Charlie, you look incredible. Honestly, I don’t think her own father would be able to tell the difference.”
“Antony….” Charlie swoons, batting at his shoulder playfully with his hand. “Stop being such a charmer, you handsome king. “Or I’ll be expecting you to ask me out on a date next, yeah?”
Lifting his left hand, Antony shows his wedding ring.
Charlie sighs. “Oh, they always are. The good ones.”
He then flicks back his hair again, akin to Christina, and composes himself. “Well, my depressing love life aside. Can I go meet her now? It’s going to be the biggest honor of my life! She got me through so many dark days in my teenage years. Being a gender confused boy can be very hard, and her music saved me!”
Taking in a deep, but anxious breath, Antony lowers his hand and then straightens his tie. He gives Charlie a nervous look before forcing a smile. “Yes. Let’s go meet her. But can I give you some words to the wise first?”
“Sure,” Charlie replies, also straightening her outfit and the fake breasts that hang so well from his chest. “Hit me, king. I don’t wanna upset her in any way.”
“She can’t know you’re a man,” Antony says plainly.
“I’m not a man,” Charlie replies, actually a touch offended.
“S-Sorry…” Antony rubs at the back of his head. “I mean, she can’t know you were born a man, okay? I know what she wants to ask you, but it’s likely to be a flash-in-the-pan type thing with her because she’s so fickle, but I know she’d freak out if she knew that.”
“She’d freak because of how I was born and how I choose to present?” Charlie’s face scrunches with disappointment. “Is she really that insecure?”
“Yes,” Antony answers without hesitation. “You have no idea.”
Charlie curls her lips to one side, looking off and down to the side, before refocusing. “Let’s just go meet her already.”
Nodding, Antony gestures down the hall. “This way, Ma’ma.”
“Ma’am…?” Charlie smiles and covers her blushing face. “Small gesture, Antony, but one that makes me very happy. Thank you.”
They walk together towards Christina’s changing room, the sound of the crowd now beginning to dull as the stadium clears out. Antony looks to his side and at Charlie, and he thinks to himself how he could almost confuse the two of them; they look so similar.
He thinks about asking about how Charlie makes himself look so feminine, but thinks it might be rude, so he doesn’t. He’s just secretly pleased that at least one of the look-a-likes he found fits the bill, even if Charlie was born a man.
They stop outside Christina’s changing room, and before Antony knocks to, he grounds himself with a long breath, loosening his tie in preparation.
“Okay…” he forces a big, bright smile. “Remember, Christina is the Queen. Don’t react to anything negatively, and always pamper her ego…”
“Err….” Charlie looks confused. “Are you talking to me. I know she’s a queen, sweetheart.”
Antony laughs awkwardly. “N No... I was talking to myself.” He shakes it off and raises a hand to the door, pausing for a moment before knocking. “Ma’am, it’s your manager,” he calls through the door, knocking lightly. “May I come in? I have the look-a-like you requested to see.”
A voice screeches from inside. “Finally! Get your ass in here now!”
The door is then opened by one of Christina’s bodyguards. Antony gestures for Charlie to go first, and as they both step inside, Christina is lying on a couch, now wearing just a sports bra and shorts, cucumbers across her eyes.
The room is filled with her outfits, and it smells like a perfume counter, and Charlie is almost star-struck. Thoughts of asking for her autograph pop into his mind, but he holds his mouth shut as he grabs at his tights to contain his excitement.
The bodyguard shuts the door behind them. Antony clears his throat as Christina removes the cucumbers and sits up.
“Ma’am.” He presents Charlie with a smile. “This is Charlie. She’s the one you requested to see. The one you said looks the most like you.”
The tension rises in the room. Christina stands, brushes away the hair from her eyes, and stares for a solid minute. Charlie doesn’t know what to say; he just stands up arrow straight, pushing out his chest as much as he can to show off his well-constructed cleavage.
“What's your name?” Christina asks, almost like it’s a bother to do so.
Charlie blinks several times before talking. “Charlie, my Queen!” he eventually blurts out, like his mouth wants to motor on before his brain can even think. “It’s such an honor to be in your presence, Queen! You mean everything to me. Your music got me through so many—”
“Stop talking!” Christina interrupts, clicking her fingers with a quick but sharp glare.
Charlie does just that, glancing at a nervous Antony as Christina circles them both, inspecting every inch of Charlie’s body with careful attention. The scrutiny makes Charlie dig his manicured nails into his leg, desperate to stop himself from melting from the thrill of it.
“You sound a little like me.” She comments, now behind them. “Is that your normal voice, or do you put it on?”
“It’s my normal voice now,” Charlie replies honestly, staring straight at the wall in front of him, as if looking around would incur Christina’s wrath. “I’ve wanted to be you for years. So, I’ve been practicing every single—”
“I don’t need your life story!” Christina clicks her fingers once again to shut Charlie down.
Silence follows as the tension rises further, and the only sound is Christina’s boots squeaking as she circles them.
“You’ve got a flat ass,” Christina comments, touching Charlie’s backside through his tights and leotard without warning. “You’ll need to start doing more squats.”
Charlie squeaks, and Antony takes the opportunity to sit on the sofa, trying to stay out of Christina’s way as her inspection becomes more physical, like a buyer examining cattle at a market. He looks up at Charlie’s blushing face and mouths, “You’re doing great.”
Christina continues to circle, making discouraging sounds the entire time as she presses her hands against parts of him. Focusing mostly on his curves, figure, and face.
“You need more filler in your lips.” She comments.
“Your hair isn’t the correct color. That will need adjusting.”
“Your breasts are slightly too big. I don’t like that.”
“You’re too tall in those heels.”
“You work out your arms too much.”
“Your makeup is sloppy, and your eyes are the wrong color.”
Christina eventually stops right in front of Charlie, her face inches from his as she fixates on his eyes. Slowly, she places her hands on Charlie’s side, holding him, making his face erupt with excitement and equal trepidation.
Having to bite down hard on his bottom lip as Christina runs her hands up his sides, Charlie crosses his legs tight, having to fight his natural masculine urges. The woman he admires most is standing before him, running her beautiful hands up his body.
Antony, from the sofa, can see Charlie struggling to regain his decorum. His eyes dart down to Charlie’s crotching, hoping to dear God that whatever Charlie uses to tuck away his manhood is strong enough to withstand those natural urges to ping to attention.
“E-Er…” Antony immediately stands to try to get Christina’s attention, hoping to relieve Christina’s hands from caressing Charlie too much.
“Shut up!” Christina snaps, glaring at him, hands still on Charlie’s sides. “If I wanted your input, you stupid little man, I’d ask for it.” She turns her attention back to Charlie. “You’re too fat. I’m going to need you to lose weight.”
Charlie’s eyes bulge, and he squeaks in pain. Crossing his legs tighter isn’t helping, and Niether is thoughts about his own grandma. His cock is getting erect right there in his leotard, and it’s going to show Christina who he really is.
However, seconds later, Christina lets go of his sides and steps back, only then to glare down angrily at Antony. This makes Charlie puff out a breath of pure relief.
“Get off my sofa.” She clicks her finger, and Antony moves quickly, fumbling his phone in the process. Christina then sits, slouches, and stares in thought for a moment. “Casey, was it?” she says to Charlie. “What do you think is the most important thing about me?”
“Y-Your music, my Queen,” Charlie replies enthusiastically. His eyes light up as he brings his hands to his chest in delight. “Queen, I can’t tell you how it brings us all together. Honestly, your music means so much to me and all your fans! It gives us hope and happi—”
Christina stomps her foot on the ground and clicks several times in utter frustration. “WRONG!” she interrupts with a growl. “What a childish response from a grown woman.” Christina begins to mock her. “My music brings people hope and happiness…blah blah blah.”
Leaning forward on the sofa, Christina smirks, looking down, touching the one-of-a-kind golden Rolex adorning her wrist. She fiddles with the diamond-encrusted case.
“I couldn’t give a shit about that stuff. The best thing about me is that I can do anything and my ‘adoring’ idiot fans will lap it up without question.” She looks up, grins, and then leans back on the sofa, arms spread wide. “I’ve basically got a license to print money, and you wanna know something else….?”
Charlie quickly glances at Antony, worried, sorta dissapionted, but answers to be polite. “Sure, my Q-Queen. I’m listening.”
“I love it!”
Charlie looks confused.
Kicking out her legs and laughing in sheer delight, Christina laughs out loud. “I love all the money. I want more. Much, much more!” Then she quickly becomes stoic, hands together at her chin, staring up at Charlie with mafia-boss energy. “Probablem is, I hate having to work for it.”
Charlie glances again, in disbelief, at Antony.
“You two…!” Christina looks at both her bodyguards and commands. “Get out!”
The two burly men look confused, unsure what to do, so they hesitate.
“I said, GET OUT!” she screeches, clicking her fingers wildly so they get the picture.
In a few unsure moments, the bodyguards look at Antony for clarity, and he just nods frantically, wanting them to leave quickly. They do, and Charlie, Antony, and Christina remain in the room alone.
“Umm…” Charlie rubs at his stomach as the door is closed behind the two men who are charged with Christina’s protection. He turns to look at Christina, who’s tapping away on her phone, uninterested. “This is nothing like I imagined when I was told I might meet you, Queen.”
“Did I say you could talk?” She snaps, then lets out a sigh that even the most attitude-y of teenage girls would blush at. Christina then settles herself, her expression vacant. “Carrey, was it? You love me, yes? Would do anything for me, yes?”
Excited to answer, Charlie bounces in his heels, grinning from ear to ear. “I would do anything for you, my Queen!”
Smug, Christina leans back. “Good.”
“Oh, but erm…” Charlie tucks his long, slightly dull hair behind one ear as his excitement tempers. “It’s Charlie, my Queen. Charlie.”
“I don’t care,” Christina scoffs, clicking her fingers in a sharp command for silence. Her glare hardens at being corrected before she leans forward, bracing both hands on her knees. “I have a proposition for you, Chelsea.”
A moment later, she slumps onto the sofa and idly twirls a strand of hair around her finger as she speaks. “See, I want to keep making money, but I’m bored with these concerts. Bored of going to the gym. And I’m especially bored of you idiot fans constantly demanding more...”
She tosses her hair and looks at her nails, picking at them.
“I want you, as someone that sorta looks like me, to start doing the things I don’t want to do in my place.”
Charlie’s eyes grow wide in disbelief. “S-Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“I’d be taking your place!?”
“Are you stupid?!” Christina tuts, crosses her legs, and pouts. “No one can take my place. I’m one in a million. But, you will be pretending….” She rudely laughs. “…desperately pretending to be me at things so I don’t have to do this bullshit anymore.”
Charlie is stunned, slightly wobbling in his high heels, unsure if what’s happening is real or if he’s dreaming. Mouth wide, he doesn’t know what to say.
“Y-Yes!” Charlie nods vigorously, stopping himself from dancing right there on the spot. “OMG, yes! I’d love that! W-What do you need me to do!? Like autographs and stuff because I’m so ready for that, my Queen!”
“Urgh…” Christina turns away, disgusted. “You’re such a try-hard.” She then points to Antony, quietly standing to attention in the corner. “My manager…that dumb shit in the corner will fill you in on all the details of what I need.”
Christina throws her head back as she lets out a rather frustrated breath. “Look, both of you, fuck off now, yeah. You’re both destroying my positive vibes with your needy energy.”
Antony reaches out towards Charlie to get his attention. “Ma’am, follow me.”
“Okay,” Charlie replies, then looks at Christina, whos faning herself with one hand. “I-I won’t let you down, Queen. I’m honored you’d let me do this for you!”
Christina says nothing as Charlie curtsies and then dances over to Antony, utterly thrilled with the turn of events. He does everything but throw up his hand and burst into song.
“Antony!” Christina grunts to get his attention as he’s about to open the changing room door to go back into the corridor. “Make sure this girl gets her hair done, loses weight, and all that other stuff I said.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Antony opens the door, allowing Charlie to dance excitedly through it.
“Little man!” Christina snaps her fingers again, just as he’s about to close the door behind him. “I’m serious. If that woman starts pretending to be me while looking almost like a man in drag, you’re fired! Got it! Fired! Get her into shape!”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Antony slowly closes the door, and as it clicks shut, he takes an extremely deep breath, almost like he’s counting to ten before calming himself.
“Man in drag?” Charlie lightly laughs. “Does she know I’m a man or what?”
Antony rubs his face, his phone vibrating incessantly in his pocket. He pulls it out and checks the screen, finding a long list of events, jobs, and gigs that Christina refuses to attend. Attached beneath it is another list of changes Christina wants Charlie to make, along with strict deadlines for when each must be completed.
He stares at it for a moment, jaw tightening as the notifications keep coming.
“I don’t think she does…” Antony eventually replies, scrolling through all the information sent to him. “She says here that you need to dump your boyfriend so no one knows that you’re replacing her for these events.”
Charlie turns up his nose at the idea. “Boyfriend? She’s assuming a lot about me.”
“She does that.”
“What if I were gay?”
“Erm….” Antony rubs his neck and looks up from his phone. “Don’t talk about anything LGBTQ in front of her. Just a word of warning.
“S-Say what?” Charlie looks confused. “She’s an LGBTQ icon. S-Surely it wouldn’t matter who I was dating.”
“Umm…” Antony pulls a face, almost like he’s having to tell Charlie that Santa isn’t actually real. “T-That’s all for the brand, Charlie. She doesn’t actually believe in anything LGBTQ.”
Charlie takes a step back in the corridor, eventually pressing up against a solid wall. One of his hands rises to her chest as she gasps out in shock.
“S-Seriously?”
Antony nods. “Sadly, yeah…”
“OMG.” Charlie keels forward, his body supported by his hands on his knees. After a moment of silence, Charlie stands back up straight, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.
Antony reaches out his hand in support. “Come on. Let’s go talk elsewhere. Christina wants this all hush-hush. Only us three will know.”
Charlie reaches back, talking hold of Antony’s hand. “Do you really think I can be her?” he asks, wiping away the tears. “Like seriously? Me…be the Queens Britney? Like really?”
“I hope so.”
“Why’s that?!”
Antony hooks a thumb over his shoulder as he guides Charlie away from her changing room door. “I don’t want to speak ill of my employer, but maybe a break from the limelight might be good for her.”
“I think so too,” Charlie replies, nodding his head as they walk together down the corridor. “I promise I’ll do my best. For the fans. I-I…I think it would be awful for my fellow LGBTQ people to find out she’s not actually an ally.”
“Would be bad, yeah. But awesome you want to go ahead with it.”
Antony smiles, then pulls nervously at his collar. “Say, Charlie. How do you feel about talking Ozempec? The first event she wants you to attend is next month. We’ve got a lot of changes to make, and your weight is the thing she’s highlighted a lot in these messages. I guess she doesn’t want the mdei to think she’s put on weight.”
“I don’t care.” Charlie then laughs and grabs his own boobs. “Antony, I just started talking estrogen, so, honestly, whatever changes we have to make, I’m all for it. Like I said, I’m not a man. I don’t want to be a man, and right now, the idea of looking even slightly more like my Queen leaves me on cloud nine!”
Charlie smiles.
“I’m going to look like Christina Britney, BITCH!” Charlie struts a sexy pose, lifting one hand into the air triumphantly. “I’m so excited! Get me out onto the stage right now, and I’ll blast out my rendition of Queen Mega Queen!”
Charlie chuckles. “All in good time, Charlie. Or should I say, new Queen?”
“Slay!” Charlie blows Antony a kiss! “This is going to be so awesome! I promise I won’t let you down either, my new manager!”
“M-Me?” Antony blushes as Charlie puts an arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah. We’re in this together as a team now, right? Me and you. You’re just as important.”
“I am?”
“Yes.” Charlie brings Antony closer, almost hugging him as they walk. “Between us, where going to make sure Christina Britney is the best icon she can be!”