Sissy White Boy's Rap Video Debut

I'm just the intern.Coffee runs, cable coiling, stay out of the shot - that's my whole job on one of the biggest rap video shoot of the year.The talent is Mayo Barbie herself: the thick blonde PAWG every Black rapper wants twerking in his next video, the girl guys like me have no chance with.So, when I sneak into her empty trailer and get caught with her panties wrapped around the smallest, sorriest excuse for a manhood the makeup artist has ever laughed at... I figure I'm finished. Fired. Blacklisted for good.Except Mayo never shows up.And the producer - a sharp, ruthless woman named Dana - takes one long look at me standing there in a pop star's lingerie, and gets an idea.They need a video girl by the end of the day. A white girl who can fill out the wardrobe, take direction, and give the camera exactly what it wants.They're looking right at her.They just have to build her first.What happens next isn't on any call sheet.They strip me down and wax me smooth, head to toe. They lock my useless little secret away in a chastity cage - laughing the whole time at how little there is to lock up - and then the real work begins.A cinched waist. Padded hips and a fat, jiggling ass that wasn't there an hour ago. Breast forms. Sheer black nylons. A face the makeup chair beats so soft and pretty I don't recognize the girl staring back at me in the mirror. A wig. Heels I can barely stand in. A voice they drill out of me until it comes high and sweet and nothing like a man.By the time they're finished, Brandon is gone.There's only Brandy now - the prettiest girl on set, dolled up and ready for her closeup.And the hardest part of my day hasn't even started. Because before the cameras roll, somebody has to teach the new girl how to move...Her name is Coco. She runs the dancers, she's stunning, and she carries more swagger than any man on that set - in every way that counts.She takes me somewhere private to teach me the routine. To show me how a real video girl shakes it.By the time she's done with me, I've learned a lot more than choreography.I've been on my knees. I've been bent over a vanity. I've found out exactly what my caged little body is good for now - and the worst part is how badly I wanted every second of it.Then she sends me back out to the floor. Wrecked. Leaking. Walking funny. A whole crew that knows exactly what just happened to their new video girl.Except I'm not a girl at all.I'm a sissy white boy.And I'm ready to dance on video.