Sissy in Hollywood Pt. 02

Dear Reader,

In part 1 Cindy's hairdresser, Amanda, discovered that he is a pantywaist but she accepted him and treated him warmly. Then Amanda did Cindy's hair and makeup for his employment interview with the well-know movie producer, Valentina Povich. I hope you enjoy this next segment.

Sincerely,

Whippet

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I was visibly shaken when Amanda discovered my secret. So, she gave me a Valium tablet to take home in case I needed it for my fragile nerves.

When I reached my apartment, I had no time to spare in getting changed for my interview with Ms. Povich. I slipped out of my yellow sun dress along with my lace bralette and matching bikini panties. I decided to start with a light control bodysuit as my foundation garment. That would hide my stiffy if I became excited. Then I put on my favorite baby blue fit and flare dress that goes with my blue eyes. I like garter belts because they make my legs appear longer. I selected a lovely bridal belt with Guipure lace and clipped its elastic straps to my ultra sheer ecru hose. Finally, I chose white kitten heel slingbacks to finish off my girly look.

My reflection in the mirror gave me a sissy thrill. Amanda had dyed my tresses honey blonde, given me a 1960s flip style hairdo and made-up my face beautifully. I looked and felt deliciously feminine. If there were more time I would stayed in front of the mirror lifting my skirt, touching myself and enjoying wonderful nancy boy sensations. But I needed to leave right away.

I reached Ms. Povich's office building just in time for my interview. When I entered her office I was awestruck by her gorgeous looks and the chic outfit she was wearing. Her appearance in real life was far beyond what I had seen in movie magazines!

Ms. Povich is a raven haired beauty with high cheek bones, wide set eyes and very full lips. Her smoldering eye makeup, subtle blush and soft coral lipstick were perfect. She was wearing a Chanel Couture white quilted jacket dress with a black collar and buttons. It must have cost a fortune!

When I approached her desk Ms. Povich remained seated but extended her lovely hand. Her nails were long and painted to match her lip color. She wore a beautiful gold necklace with a large ruby pendant that sat just above her enticing cleavage. Earrings dangled from her lobes, each with three short chains ending in more rubies. Several beautiful gold bracelets decorated her slender wrists. I smiled demurely and offered my hand limply. She shook it firmly.

"You're pretty," she said in an encouraging way. "Come around my desk so that I can get a better look."

I went around as she asked and Ms. Povich inspected me from my blonde locks all the way down to my kitten heels. She spun her index finder, indicating that I should turn around. I turned sideways so she could see my profile and then away so that she could scrutinize me from behind. I hoped she liked my trim waist and the flair of my dress. Then I rotated back to face her while maintaining a pleasant smile. She nodded her head in approval and returned my smile. I was pleased that she liked my looks. However, I was in no way ready for her next utterance.

"So. You're the girly boy who wants to work for me. Is that right, Cindy?"

"Oh my God!" was all I could think to say.

My knees buckled and I would have fainted, but Ms. Povich rose to her feet and steadied me. She took the purse from my trembling hand, laid it aside and led me to the chair in front of her desk.

"You'd better sit down before you fall down, Sweetie," she said with a chuckle. She poured a glass of cool water from the carafe on her desk and I gratefully drank some.

"My manicurist knows Amanda, Cindy," she explained. "And you know how girls love to gossip."

"Does that mean the interview is over, Ms. Povich?" I asked with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Actually, I'm more likely to hire you because you're a boy, Cindy."

I was confused until she went on.

"You might have heard rumors that I require intimate services from my female assistants. Those rumors are true but I'm heterosexual at heart. With you I could have the whole package, if you know what I mean."

I nodded my head dumbly. I was thunderstruck at the thought of intimacy with this gorgeous, wealthy and powerful woman.

"Good, Cindy. Let's see whether we're compatible in bed. If that goes well we'll talk more about the job. The door on your left goes to a private chamber and there is a powder room where you can freshen up. Then take off your pretty dress and wait for me on the bed. I won't be long, Cutie," she said warmly and with a wink.

I stood up and for some reason I curtsied to Ms. Povich which made her grin. Then I picked up my purse and walked to the door remembering to take small mincing steps.

The room was decorated and furnished in a very feminine style. There was a ruffled canopy bed, a makeup table, floral wallpaper and soft lighting from wall sconces. I also noticed the calming aroma of Ms. Povich's floral perfume in the air. I took my purse into the powder room where I dried my moist eyes with a tissue. At the mirror I touched up my mascara, eye liner and lipstick. Then I sat on the toilet and unclasped the crotch of my bodysuit to make tinkle.

As I sat there the full impact of my situation hit me. Ms. Valentina Povich, one of the most powerful and sexy women in Hollywood, was expecting me to satisfy her carnal desires. I was so petrified by this enormous responsibility that I had to take the Valium tablet which Miss Amanda had given me for emergencies. When I heard Ms. Povich enter the private room, I bolted to the powder room door and latched it shut.

She tapped lightly on the door and said softly, "Are you ready, Sweetie?"

"No. I'm afraid, Ms. Povich," I replied truthfully.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Cindy. Won't you please open the door?"

I remained silent.

"Come on, Cindy," she said warmly. "We don't have to do anything sexual right away. We can just cuddle if you like."

"Do you mean that, Ms. Povich?" I answered with relief.

"Yes, Sweetie, I promise."

I opened the door and Ms. Povich tenderly took my hands in hers.

"I'm sorry if I rushed you into something you're not ready for, Cindy," she said sincerely. "I should have taken you out on a date first and sent you flowers. After all, you're a special kind of boy."

"I'm sorry, too, Ms. Povich. I've disappointed you," I replied humbly.

Ms. Povich was true to her word and we cuddled on the bed. She sat with her back against the headboard and I sat between her parted legs. She put an arm around my narrow waist to hold me snuggly and then gently drew my face to her warm bosom. I sighed with relief and relaxed into her pillowy breasts. She ran her hand sensually through my long hair and told me again what a pretty girl I am. I wished for all the world that I was ready for sex but alas my sissy weenie was still limp.

After a while she sat me up and reached for a fashion magazine from her bedside table. We browsed lingerie and cosmetic products together which I enjoyed very much. When we finished the magazine she said that if I still wasn't ready for lovemaking she would call a taxi for me.

When the driver arrived Ms. Povich gave me a sweet little kiss on the cheek and smiled. I curtsied again and smiled back as I departed.

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This story will be continued.

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