mouth opened and I looked down quickly to check my fly, but before I could answer, the star said, 'Trying to cop a peek at the Star? Hoping maybe you'll see her in the altogether?'
'No!' I blurted out. 'I was sent by the director to see if… if… I could… I mean… if she needed…'
'I know what you think she needs!' snarled the star. 'What she doesn't need is some Real hoping to get lucky.'
Its little mouth twisted up to spit, but suddenly the door swung open. 'What is all the noise out here?'
She was amazing. About five feet tall and with so many curves, I didn't know how they all fit. Everything about her was black and white. Her dress, what little there was of it, was jet black. Her eyes and lips just as black as the dress. The most amazing thing was her skin — there was no shading, no hint of color; it was the whitest thing I had ever seen. Put them all together and they spelled Tiffany.
Tiffany looked at me and then her attention swiveled to the door. 'You! I told you it was over between us.'
'But, Tiffany…' The voice had dropped down to a whine.
'Leave my butt out of this. I'm sick and tired of your jealousy. Now, get the fuck off my door before I call security.'
If the star had a tail, it would have been between its legs. It slid down the door to the floor. Two points acted as legs and two others gestured like arms. 'Honey, listen to me. I can change. I promise you.'
'It's time for a change and you're not it.' With one shapely little foot, in an ebony stiletto, she kicked him down the hall. 'And I'm warning you, turn up on my door again and I'll nail your little glittering butt there for good.'
The star gave me one more sullen look and then slunk off down the hall. Tiffany watched him for a second and then turned her attention to me. 'And just who might you be, tall, dark, and fleshy?'
I was about to do a repeat of my earlier stammer, but Tiffany put her slim finger to my lips. The finger was cool and soft. My eyes crossed as I tried to get a good look at it. Tiffany smiled with her sweet, kissable, Cupids'- bow sable lips and took ahold of my lapels. Then she pulled me into her dressing room.
The room was like Tiffany. It was all in black and white and there wasn't a straight line anywhere. Every wall, piece of furniture, and accessory seemed to flow gently into whatever was next to it. That and the fact there didn't seem to be any shadows made the whole thing fairly disorienting.
'What'sa matter, honey, the room too much for your Real mind?' She reached up and patted me on the cheek. 'Let Tiffany fix.'
Abruptly everything seemed to run together. One moment I was looking at curves, and the next, the room looked like any other. I staggered to a chair, hoping it wouldn't talk to me, and grabbed hold of it.
'First time?' Tiffany purred as she moved over to me and rested her hand on my chest.
'Yeah, what happened to the room?' Reality didn't seem to be playing by the usual rules, and I was trying to figure out the new ones before the next game.
'Ooh, a virgin!' Tiffany pushed me down onto a couch that might not have been there a moment before. 'Let me try to explain, sweet pants.'
Tiffany straddled my lap. My first thought was that she didn't weigh as much as I had expected. My next thought went into a whole new area as she moved around to make herself comfortable. I opened my mouth to ask a question that had become very important.
'Excuse me, Miss…'
'Call me Tiffany. And I'll call you sugar pants.'
'Excuse me, Tiffany, but I wondered if you had… I mean. can you… do you have.?' How to ask this question tactfully?
'Oh, aren't you just the cutest little Real. You want to know if I have a pussy?'
'Well, it's just that when I've seen Animates in the movies, they don't seem to have any privates. I mean most of them don't even wear pants or anything.'
'Baby, does it feel like there's nothing down there?'
I had to admit that right then there was absolutely no question in my mind at all that she was all woman. In fact, I got the strangest sensation that she could unzip my trousers without using her hands. She ground down on me with her hips, and I thought it was going to be all over before it even started.
'There, I like that. Now, what was I saying?' I might have been able to help her out with the question, but she did a little move and my train of thought got completely derailed. 'Oh yes, I remember now. What happened to the room and do Animates have goodies?
'I'm an Animate and that means I can pretty much do what I want.'
'Well, yeah, you're a star.' I had to say something or this session was going to be over real quick.
'Yes I am. That's good. Move a little more like that. But that's not what I mean. I mean I can control the way things look around me, and when the need arises, I can have enough goodies for everyone.'
The mind can only handle so much information at once, and my brain was slightly south of my belt buckle. Tiffany saw I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, so she did something to refocus my thoughts.
She leaned forward and her chest began to inflate. She had a nice little set on her before, but now! They kept growing until I was engulfed in the biggest tits I have ever seen. Soft, white, and so light, you almost expected them to float her off the couch like a couple of helium balloons.
'Begin to understand, lover? I can change how I look, what I'm wearing, and the room around me, just by thinking.' The tits resumed their normal dimensions.
What followed was amazing. I know I've said that a lot, but there isn't any other way to describe it. Tiffany went through a barrage of changes. She was taller, slimmer, blonder, more curves, less curves, better curves. The outfit changed from a minidress to a formal gown, to a period piece out of some swashbuckler, to a swimsuit, and for a couple of glorious seconds… it was gone altogether.
All the time she was doing this, she was rocking up and down on my lap till I began to change shape too — I was getting harder and stiffen She grinned at me, and the couch was suddenly a very big bed.
'Now, honey, why are you here?'
'Morrie sent me over to see if there was anything you needed.' I was very proud that I could still put two words together.
'Morrie is such a nice man.' Tiffany reached down and the buttons of my shirt got all of her attention.
I needed something to think about and I didn't like baseball. 'What's the story with the little guy on the door?'
She stopped undoing buttons (by that time she had worked down to the pants) and looked at me with big black eyes. 'Jealous already?'
'No, I was just wondering if you two.?'
'You don't know much about us Animates, do you?'
'I've been around.' I hadn't, but I wasn't going to admit it.
'Then you should know that there is nothing like sex between two of us. We can be anything and do anything, and we never get tired.'
'But he was such a little guy.'
'Didn't anyone ever tell you size doesn't matter?'
'Once, but I think he just felt inadequate in the shower.'
'Well, to an Animate it doesn't matter at all. Twink can do more with his five little points than you can with your one.' With that she reached between her legs and gave my «one» a friendly little squeeze. 'Now, let's see what you can do.'
The bed gave a small shudder and I noticed, barely, that it was changing again. It now was a bit more severe and I saw what looked to be handcuffs hanging off one post. Tiffany smiled down at me and once more her chest expanded. This time the dress didn't and her breasts exploded out of confinement, so very white, though the nipples were black and tasted a little like ink. I bit down and she moaned. 'Come on, lover, you can play rougher than that.' I reached up and grabbed her other tit and squeezed hard.
She retaliated by grinding down with her hips. I shifted my grip and caught hold of her hips. Still wearing some of my clothes, I thrust up at her. Tiffany yelled and her dress shifted to a bra with nipple cutouts and garter belt and stockings. I could feel the heat between her legs. All I wanted now was to get out of my shorts and slip into something more comfortable —
