Message-ID: <5824eli$9711242026@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Raven75894@aol.com Subject: NEW TG: Instant Fame: Part V (celeb., x-files, tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971123210853_1873081077@mrin38> Here is the next chapter, with a reference to another ongoing TG serial story...... INSTANT FAME Part V By Raven After I was able to recover, and catch my breath, I returned the sexual favor to Scully. Now we lay there in each other's arms in the afterglow. I turned my head, which was resting upon her shoulder, so that I could look into her eyes. "Did I do it right this time Dana?" I must have sounded just like a schoolgirl asking her teacher. Dana turned to face me. "Oh, Honey........you were just perfect." She kissed me maternally, but tenderly, on my forehead. I sighed rather loudly. "What's wrong Pamela?" asked Scully. "It's just that.......I'm so happy, but sad at the same time." "Why are you sad? I don't understand," replied Scully. From the look upon her face, I could tell that she was very concerned. "I'm sad because, as a man, you would have never looked at a guy like me. I was just an average guy, you know, nothing special! I was able to make love to a beautiful woman like you because of the body I now have. I was able to love you because I have the body of Pamela Anderson. I can probably have anyone that I want with this body, but it's the wrong sex. It's just so messed up in my head, Dana." Dana said something I had not even considered yet, "You may be able to keep that body, if that's what you really want." "What do you mean?" my ears perked up. "Well, we know your jumpers' covered their tracks by killing the bodies they were exiting. There is a really good chance that the real Pamela Anderson is dead, locking away in some unknown body. When we find these jumpers, and we will, you may have to make a choice as to which body you want to stay in. What will you do? Which one will you choose?" I didn't know. I was very torn. I didn't want to be a woman. I wanted to be a man. There were so many more social and economic advantages to being a man. However, I was really beginning to enjoy the benefits that this body was bringing me. Nothing had ever made my heart beat so rapidly! It had brought me the love of Dana Scully! Certainly having this body, the body of a starlet like Pamela Anderson, would offset any economic disadvantage. She must have seen the look of confusion on my face. I said, "I-I don't know...." Dana smoothed my hair, and looking at me lovingly, said softly, "It's okay. You don't have to decide right at this very second. We had better get up and get dressed. There's no telling when Mulder will get back. As a matter of fact, I wonder where Mulder is??" We started to get up. The feelings of the long hair, and my tits moving as I did, were getting less and less annoying as time went on. Still, I was always conscious of them. I was curious about the jumpers so I asked Scully, "Do you really think that the jumpers killed everybody?" Scully answered me, "Actually, now that you mention it, there is one of the victims that is not quite dead yet. There is a guy out in Los Angeles who is in a coma. We haven't been able to bring him out of it. Other than that......all dead." I said, "Hmmmm. I wonder who he is, or I guess I should say who he was......." * * * * * * * * * * * * Out in a hospital room, near Los Angeles, a rather large black man was resting comfortably. The man, whom the authorities had identified through fingerprints and dental records, was Ben Jackson. Other than his size, at 6'7" and 300 lbs., there was nothing very remarkable about him. His head was completely shaven, and he wore a Van Dyke beard that was popular these days. The nurses who tended him were kind enough to keep his dome completely shaven. The man had once been a star high school football player, which would explain his size. He had even tried out for the pros, but wasn't good enough. Ben Jackson's last known job was as a sanitation man. He was known as somewhat of a celebrity chaser. Since there was an ongoing investigation, there was a police guard outside the hospital room. This man was one of the victims of a serial killer, or killers, using cobra venom. The killers also tried to make it look like the venom was self-inflicted, like a suicide. 19 were dead thus far, all except Ben Jackson. He was found in a back alley near one of the hot spots in town. It was a spot that many celebrities were known to frequent. There was a nursing shift change in 10 minutes. Therefore, the nurse on duty was immersed in the task of recording Ben Jackson's vital signs one last time before going off duty. She was taking his blood pressure, when the man's hand moved. She was so shocked that she instantly dropped his hand. The man's eyes were fluttering, starting to open. The nurse yelled out to the police guard stationed just outside the open door, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HE"S WAKING UP...............SOMEBODY GET THE DOCTOR!!" The eyes of Ben Jackson opened up. He saw that he was in a hospital room, growing very frightened. The last thing that he remembered was a large black man, with the shaved head. He cried out for the only person he really cared about, "Tommy.............?" His eyes widened at the sound of his voice. * * * * * * * * * * * * Fox Mulder was walking down the hallway of the hospital, back toward the room of "Pamela Anderson." He was accompanied by David, who was currently trapped inside the body of Tommy Lee. David said again, for what must have been the 100th time, "I just can't believe that he's trapped inside the body of Pamela Anderson! How's he handling it?" Mulder pictured in his mind's eye what had happened between the new Pamela Anderson and himself only a short 40 minutes ago. He searched for an answer for David's question. "He's......uh.. adjusting! So will you, if we're going to be successful luring these jumpers out of hiding. Are you sure they said they were mutants?" David responded, "That's what they said.......? How am I supposed to know?" From behind them, the heard a voice, speaking very low and hushed, "What makes you think they are mutants Agent Mulder?" Mulder knew that voice even without turning around. It was the individual known as only the Cigarette Smoking Man, or CSM for short. Before turning around, Mulder looked at his companion, and instructed, "Da.....er....Tommy, you go on up ahead. Your wife' is up in room 226. I'll be there in a minute. I have to speak to my friend' here." David immediately caught on. Mulder had instructed him that, out in public, at least, he would have to act as Tommy Lee, and respond as him. The newcomer triggered the ruse for the first time. "Uh....okay Fox. I'll see you in my wife's room." When David was far enough away, Mulder turned to look at his nemesis, his tormentor, and very possibly his father. "What are you doing here? Just a run of the mill murder attempt is kind of beneath you isn't it?" "I'm just concerned that you are getting off the track Agent Mulder. Others may get to the prize before you." "What are you saying? I'm tired of your little games. I'm tired of your little riddles." "Come now. Do you really think the ability to switch bodies at will could be the result of evolution here on earth? For what reason? A mutation must be a response to some genetic or environmental stress." "Then they are aliens! Is that what you are saying?" "What I am telling you Agent Mulder is that there is another government agency, over which even I don't have control. They are closing in on your quarry. If they find them, all evidence will disappear. People will forget." Mulder grabbed the man in a threatening way. "Tell me, damn you. Who are these people?" "Have you ever heard of the Men in Black? MIB I believe they are called. They have reason to believe that one of their agents, an Agent J, is pursuing an alien that can switch bodies at will. I hear that they are responsible for the death of his girlfriend. It's just a rumor. Agent J goes by the name Will Smith." Where is this Agent? How can I find him?" "Nobody knows. He has gone rogue, and is believed to be headed to this area." Mulder asked, "Why are you helping me? What interest is this to you?" "Let's just say the people that I work for do not want this to be buried." Just up the hall, Scully poked her head out of the hospital room, and yelled, "Mulder get up here! HURRY!" By the time Mulder looked back to continue his conversation with the CSM, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the thick smoke from his cigarette. Mulder turned and ran down the hall toward Scully. * * * * * * * * * * * * I, of course, did not know this, but was told by Scully later on. While all of this was going on, I was having my first adventure getting dressed in women's clothes. I was having my first adventure getting dressed in Pamela Anderson's clothes, to be exact! I got out of the hospital bed, and spied the silken panties that I had been wearing on the other side of the room. No doubt, I kicked them there in my mad rush to get into bed with Scully. I walked over to where they were. As I did, I mentally noted how even the sensation of walking was radically different from what I had known before. When I moved, my inner thighs did not rub against anything between my legs. There was only a void now, punctuated by dewy slit. My smooth, hairless inner thighs, instead, slid against each other as I walked. It is impossible to describe the sensation of walking without a penis between your legs, when that is all you have ever done your entire life. The overwhelming sensation was the freedom of movement I had. Overall, I now felt so light, soft, and............supple! My newfound flexibility manifested itself once again when I bent over at the waist to pick up my panties from the floor. As a man, I could never touch the floor, while keeping my knees locked. I, like most men, was just too heavily muscled, and thick at the waist. In Pamela Anderson's body, I easily accomplished the task. In fact, I could have easily put my entire palms on the floor. The body never ceased to amaze me. The most amazing thing was that it felt so....good! Then again, as I was bent over, I was reminded how big my chest was now. My tits hung heavily from my chest, swinging at the slightest movement. I stood up, and they jiggled back into place. I took them in my hands, lifting them, and testing their firmness and weight, as I turned to face Scully. She was almost completely dressed. I commented to her, "I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of these big boobs!" Dana laughed at my pose. "Well...for the time being, at least, you're going to have to. A bra will help you. However, if you don't stop that, were going to end up in bed again." Scully's remark called attention to the fact that I had absently started to play with myself. I stopped right away. Scully couldn't resist the urge to poke some good natured fun at me. "It looks to me that you have more than have gotten used to the feeling of those tits!!" It made me laugh in spite of myself. For a second, we were just girls giggling, and having fun. I composed myself enough to start to put on my panties. They were still moist from my vaginal secretions. Involuntarily, a disgusting sounding "Ewww!" issued from my lips. "What's the problem now girl?" asked Dana, emphasizing the word "girl." I responded, "These panties are still damp. I can't put these on....." "Hold on a second......" said Scully. She went to an overnight bag that, up until now, I had not noticed. She and Mulder had, fortunately for me, not had the opportunity to check into a hotel. She took out a pink satin pair of panties, and tossed them to me. "Here, use these. I figure that were about the same size, at least in the lower body." "What should I do with these?" "Give them to me," she answered. "Why? What could you want them for?" I tossed them over to her. She snatched them out of midair, pulling them to her nose. I heard her inhale deeply. "They smell like you. I want to keep them, so I'll always have a memory of this." Her gesture touched me deeply. I felt myself starting to cry, emotions welling up within me. As a guy this would never have affected me this way. I would have just smirked in a conquering kind of way. It wasn't like that anymore. I didn't feel that way anymore. I was starting to think my fling with Dana had changed me in a deep and profound way! Her influence had shown me how to think and feel like a real woman. Despite all of the blubbering, I was able to get dressed in the remainder of Pamela Anderson's clothes. I had a lot of trouble with the bra. It was a royal pain in the "you know what" getting my big boobs into the cups. As soon as I got one in, the other one would "pop" out. Then there was the matter of trying to reach behind me, and hook the damned thing with my really long fingernails. Women were a lot more coordinate then what I ever gave them credit for. The entire time, Dana just laughed and laughed at me! She was really amused at the sight of a guy having to handle the piece of lingerie from the inside out. When she was all laughed out, she finally decided to help me. As soon as she hooked it from the rear, I felt a lot better. At least my tits weren't flopping around freely anymore. The trade off was I felt so.....restricted with the feeling of straps cutting into my shoulders, and across my back between my shoulders. It felt so odd that I kept picking at it. I wondered how women handled it, how I would handle it. There were certainly a lot of things I would have to relearn how to do; everything that I took for granted before. At least I wouldn't have to learn to do make up yet, as I still wore what Pamela Anderson had applied before this whole thing happened. Also, fortunately, she had worn a pair of elegant flats. I didn't think that I could handle high heeled shoes right now. Still, in the end, I was clothed in a short red skirt, with matching midriff red shirt. The shirt showed off my flat, trim stomach. The last thing that I did was run a brush through the long tousled blonde hair. When I was done, I stood before Scully, and asked, "Well............how do I look?" Her eyes looked me up and down. "You look....beautiful. You look, well, like Pamela Anderson." Just then, there was a knock upon the door. Scully went and opened the door. The form of Tommy Lee stepped through, into the hospital room. I looked at him and asked, experimentally, in Pamela's voice, "Uh....David? Is that you?" "Yeah. Inside at least!" he responded. His eyes were wide in awe at the sight of me. He continued on, "............I-is that you in there?" "Yes. It's just me in here David. I'm still your friend...." "Damn. It's just so incredible. You're in the body of Pamela Anderson, no less." I looked down at my chest, which appeared even bigger now that I had a bra on, "Believe me, I'm very aware of that fact." "What should I call you?" "Just call me Pamela............." Scully, who was watching and listening to all of this, stepped forward to instruct, "....and you'll go by Tommy' from now on. When we leave this room, the two of you are man and wife." 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