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Mr Jones was in a good mood. He told dad it was time to celebrate.

Dad asked why

Mr Jones said this was hardly ever done, but he wanted to offer me a contract!

The following week, we were at the studio bosses (Mr Jones) office. Mr Gordon was not there. It was just mom and dad. Mr Jones was full of smiles as he put the contract on the table and asked my parents to sign it. He was used to parents signing anything in the hope that their child would be a star. To be honest, dad was about to do this, until Mom told him to wait…

“Did you read this?” she asked, “Basically he will own Victoria if we sign this. We will have to move to Hollywood, so she is available when needed. The studio can come and take Victoria to work and events when they want to. The studio also has creative control. They decide what she wears and what she looks like. They control what work she does! The studio will also have a 55% share in her model page. This is a bad contact, as we basically are selling our girl to Hollywood.”

Dad didn’t think so when he looked at me, he saw dollar signs. The studio boss did not see what the problem was, as he said we would all be rich and my parents would get what they wanted. I would be famous. Mom looked at him and wanted a trust fund to be set up in my name, where 60 percent of my earnings would go in so I could enjoy them when I was 18. This would still make my parents and the studio rich. Mr Gordon was still my agent and the studio would be using him as a contact person. The contract was finally good enough for mom, and they both signed it.

Mr Jones was smiling. I did not know that what he thought was true, that the studio now owned me.

We moved to Hollywood. Mom was not that happy about it, but that priest she knew gave her the name in a church so she would not be lonely. He would also ask for a transfer. My dad loved Hollywood, also because it was at this time, that he did not need to work. The model page was a success and he could live on that. He also suspected that I would be a huge star. At least he was proud of me. Mom always argued with him, as she accused him of using me and only seeing me as a money machine and not a daughter. The proof was that he never spent time with my brother.

My brother loved Hollywood and asked again and again if he could also be famous.

Mr Jones explained that I had two sets of parents. My real parents and Mr Aries that was my parent at the studio. I thought this was funny, so I always called him uncle Aries. He was nice and had a lot of muscles. He was also African. He could lift me with a few fingers. As my uncle, he took care of me at the studio. He picked me up from home and drove me to where I needed to be. He was very strict and did not like to be late.

We just moved into our new house, and on the second day, uncle Aries came to pick me up. He said I needed to see the studio doctor. This confused mom as she wanted to know why we couldn’t use the family doctor. Uncle Aries said it was a common thing and told me that we had to go, or we would be late. He had a very expensive car, and it was fun driving through town with the roof of the car down. I loved when I could feel the breeze flowing through my hair.

At last, we came to the doctor. He was an old man and looked like a mad scientist. He did not even smile. He told me to take off my clothes. I did this and was lying down just in panties. He started examining me and wrote some things down. Then he pulled my panties down without even asking. I found it hard not to moan as his fingers probed my pussy and especially my clitty. He kept on rubbing it and the only thing he said was it was getting bigger. I didn’t care. I wanted him to continue. He didn’t.

He took a Dictaphone and talked to it. “Patient is healthy... No breathing problems. Pulse a bit high but can be explained by being nervous. No skin problems... No signs of puberty so blockers are advised… The patient is not a virgin. Signs of previous penetrations. Observed semen remains … Mr Jones asked about the clitoris... The reason why it is slightly bigger than normal girls is that it is, in fact, a male organ… it is not big and hard to see it is a male organ, but this can change during puberty... Journals at birth show doctors confirmed this but no action was taken because it was small… parents never told... Patient is a hermaphrodite...possibly pseudohermaphrodite... but can live with people thinking it's just a large clit… Hormonal shots can change this.”

I didn’t understand a word he said. Mr Jones came in and gave me a hug. I blushed as I was naked but also figure out he saw me naked before. He talked with the doctor and they both nodded at the end.

Mr Jones sat beside me as he started fingering me and rubbing my clit. He told me the doctor would give me two shots. They would both hurt. He explained the first one is a blocker. It meant puberty would not start and I would be a child for longer. It meant I could do more things as a child star. I only half listened to him as my pussy was now getting very wet and I hoped someone would fuck me right there.

He continued and said I probably noticed people played with my clit a lot and said it was big. I blushed and moaned as he started rubbing it. He explained I was like the pop star that fucked me.. Sivala. I whispered that she had a dick. He told me that I did as well, but it was very small and no one would think it unless they looked closely or rubbed it a lot. I started crying thinking I was a misfit and I didn’t want to believe it. Mr. Jones told me I would be given an experimental drug. It would make my clit grow more like a dick, look like one and act like one. In a few weeks, no one would doubt it. I started crying and said I did not want that. He told me there are thousands of children that would agree just to be a star. I was born this way; the shots just helped it become more obvious. I would be more special.

I was giving the two shots. I never screamed so high or cried so much. I was taken home and went to bed and slept.

That night Dad snuck into me and wanted to have sex. I begged him no as I did not feel right down there. He looked at my pussy and seen how swollen and red it was and said he would speak with Mr Jones. I wanted him to give me cuddles so much as I was having nightmares about having something that looked like a baseball bat sticking out of my pussy. Dad just mentioned that my mouth still worked and I pulled down his shorts and slowly put my mouth around his cock. This was my job as a daughter. His cock was now being licked and slurped by my mouth. I was suddenly happy again, but maybe because he was happy. I smiled up at him as he spermed in my mouth. I smiled up at him and let his sperm swim around my mouth. He smiled and called me a slut and then went to bed

A week after, Uncle Aries was back to take me somewhere. He told me today would be a fun day. No shots or nothing that would hurt. I smiled as he said this. He told me that he was taking me to the best place ever. I wanted to know, but he would not tell me. I looked out the window and wondered where it would be. Uncle told me that I had a rough time the last time, and those shots must have hurt. He asked me how big my clit was now. I didn’t know so he asked could he see it. I unzipped my pants and pulled out what now clearly looked like a 1-inch dick. Mr Aries sighed and said they could have waited to see if it normally grew.

“You still have a pussy,” he said, “and I know that it is being used a lot. There is one thing you have to learn about this business. What happens to your body should be secret. If you have sex with someone, do not tell the press or anyone. It is always to be a secret. It is the same that you have that tiny dick and pussy. People can guess but never confirm it. People will hate you if you tell and you will no longer be wanted in Hollywood, and your family will be jailed.”

I understood and slowly put my dick back in my jeans. I blushed every time I noticed I was now had a dick. It was so embarrassing and made me feel like a freak. I wondered also why my uncle didn’t want to play with my pussy. Was it because of the dick?

We had a fun day! We visited the studio where countless films and TV shows were done. I met so many famous people. They were all so nice and some even said they hoped to work with me one day. The studio lot was huge and the people there seemed so busy, either filming or getting sets ready. I felt like this was the place that I wanted to come to every day. Uncle Aries was talking to a friend, and they seemed so sad, saying they hoped that the film studio would not close. When Uncle and I moved on, I asked him what this meant. He said I was too young to understand, but the film studio was near bankruptcy. He was right, I didn’t understand it fully.

We came to an empty studio that looked like a shabby part of a town. Dad was there. I started telling him everything I was seen, and he told me that he was happy I liked being here. He informed me that I had to do some work so we would do some pictures. I did not complain as it would mean I done something at the studio. I started posing like I was some street kid and standing the way dad told me. Before I knew it, I was topless. Then Dad told me to take off my jeans. I slowly did this and tried to hide any small bulge in me. This was got good enough, as he told me to get naked. Tears started coming to my eyes. I didn’t want him to see. He did not understand this and demanded I take my panties off. I did this and when I faced him, he stopped clicking the camera. Then he went quiet…. And white… and finally red.

He demanded that Mr Jones came. We took more pictures of me in every sexual position until Mr Jones came.

The two men argued. Dad was mad accusing the studio of modifying my body. Mr Jones must have known what dad was mad about as he was shown some journals. Dad went white again and said, “No one told us she was a hermaphrodite before. Yes, I knew her clit was big, but clitties are different. I trust the doctor that he thought to give the growth shot was the best.”

I am sure Mr Jones thought dad was such a walkover and weakling.

The director came over to me with a drink. He put a tablet in my hand and I ate it with the drink. Everything was now floating and I was on a pink cloud. He put me on his knee and started kissing me. I was giddy as his tongue went into my mouth. I let it explore every corner. I was once again doing what I was good at, and my mouth loved his cock in it. He was moaning as my tongue swiped the sides and top of the cock and he was holding the back of my head. I had no intention of pulling away. Dad sighed and said at least I still have a pussy. It didn’t take him long to push his dick in it. I was once again being fucked from two sides. The director was moaning and convincing Dad that as a she-boy, I would make him lots of money. Dad celebrated this by telling me to take his cock. I was smiling and having great sensations as it felt so good and I was making the two men so happy! It ended when they both came to me.

That night, Dad wanted more so he came into my bedroom and started to pull down my sheet to get full access to my body. He smiled as he seen my clit was stiff and erect and smiled, I could see dollar signs in his eyes. Just as he had my sheet down, mom was standing at the door. She went white as my Dad coughed and covered me again and gave me a goodnight kiss on my forehead. Mom was still pale when she sat on the side of my bed, she started saying, “I have been crying all day when Dad told me about your penis. I felt guilty that I never knew. However intersex anatomy doesn’t always show up at birth. Sometimes a person isn’t found to have intersex anatomy until she or he reaches the age of puberty, or finds himself an infertile adult, or dies of old age and is autopsied. Some people live and die with intersex anatomy without anyone (including themselves) ever knowing. In a way, you are lucky you know. You may have a penis and vagina, but you’re still a girl and you are not a freak. You are my daughter and no one will know you have a penis! I will love you the same.”

She gave me a hug. What mom said made me feel good. I hugged her close and said to say that she should not feel guilty what happened at the pageant show when she let a judge molest me. She cried and told me to do the same as her, and trust in Jesus. This made me cry as mom didn’t know the naked pictures of me everywhere and I was being molested by so many people and that included my own dad.

Uncle Aries picked me up a few days. When I was done taking more pictures with thongs and naked pictures, the studio boss came by and seen how things were going. I knew he also wanted a blowjob. I asked him when I would be famous. I didn’t mean as a nude child model on the internet. I wanted everyone to know me.

This made him mad, “We have invested a lot of money in you already. The fact is that you are on the way to being famous. Maybe I have the wrong girl. I do not want a girl that wants fame on a silver platter. I do not want a spoiled girl! I want a girl that does what I say and when I say it. I will do my best to make her famous. I will be honest; most of them do not become famous. I cannot promise that. Maybe you are not right for this studio”

I was now crying, as I did not like to see Mr Jones mad. I promised I would do what he said. He made me say that I trusted him. I honestly did. I believed that every girl that became famous had to be sluts. He asked would I do anything. I hugged him and promised I would do as he said. He smiled. He knew that he now owned me fully. He took my hand and we walked to a small house on the lot. He told me a man that was a major shareholder was in the house. I was to walk in and do as he wanted.

I asked him did he have one of those pills. He smiled and said I would get a pill every time I did my job.

I walked in. The man was an old fat man. I didn’t care as I was getting giddy and high. He took my hand and pushed me on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled that there was a mirror there. He told me he was with many of the child whores at the studio and he heard I was special. I smiled and said I was just me. He started taking off my clothes and said I was a girl with a dick. Then he put my dick in his mouth and started sucking it. At first, I was laughing thinking that he was a cocksucker, but then the feeling was so intense, that I was moaning a lot while clenching the bed sheets with my hands. I was in heaven! I wanted him to suck me all day. He had other plans, as he started licking my pussy. I was very wet by now and spread my legs as far as possible. I was moaning and begging him, telling him he was the best. He laughed as he put my legs over his shoulder and said that most whores said that. Once again I felt a cock invade my pussy. The pill must have taken any inhabitation or pain way because my body was very pleased with it. He pounded me until he squirted in me. Then he gave me a small kiss and said he hoped to see me again. I was worth every penny.

A few weeks went. I still did not get any offer of a film or anything. I trusted the studio. Mr Aries would pick me up every day and drive me to some house, where I would be a whore. I was given a tablet every time, and I was not stupid. I knew this helped me to be slutty. My clit was now a bit over 2 inches (5½ cm). I was told it would not grow much until I was in puberty.

One day after I was having sex with a rapper, and he used my body in every way, I came home. I was still a bit giddy because of the tablet. I was wearing a sports bra that hid my flat chest and cotton shorts that looked more like panties. I was a bit shocked that the priest I knew at my old house was there waiting for me. He got a transfer to Hollywood, which of course made mom so happy. I thought this was a stalking priest. I sat down and listened to him. He started saying that people with both sex organs are a punishment for their ancestor's sin of incest. He went on telling me about this but I could not pay attention, maybe because I could not understand how I would be punished for someone's sin or how why did everyone think that having a penis and pussy was a problem. I was already used to it. I looked at his pants and noticed he had a hard on. This made me giggle out loud as it was fun speaking to a priest with an erection.

“I have to go now,” He said,” but remember that you are valuable, loved and accepted by your family and also by God. You are not a victim of divine judgment, but God has a plan for each one of us that will bring Him glory!”

I gave him a hug and he hugged me very tight, saying that he had a suggestion. It was that I did not wear tight shorts as they showed a bulge.

A few days later, Mr Aries just brought me home after another party. I was in a great mood, because in between making men happy, Jonas, the boy I met at other parties gave me a kiss!

A journalist was outside waiting for me.

“Victoria, you have been signed to the studio a month ago?”

“Yes…”

“And yet you have been in no film or commercial.”

“I am waiting for the right one that is why.”

“So why do you go to the studio every day?”

“Acting lessons, singing and dancing lessons and I like to visit sets. It is so fun”

“So you are not being a whore? Rumours have it that many children at the studio are whores in a paedophile ring”

“What is a whore? I do not even know what you are saying.”

Luckily mom opened the door and dragged me in as the journalist asked her how she could let her daughter be pimped out?

The next day, I told Mr Jones about the journalist. He was happy that I gave the answers that he taught me. We took more pictures that day, but this time it was pictures with Jonas. He was 9, and a year older than me. He was the one that kissed me at the party. He also wore a special ankle bracelet as I did that showed he also was a whore for the studio. I did not understand how he could be a whore, as he had no pussy. He did not understand how I had both a dick and pussy. They took pictures of us naked together. There was no sex in them, except his hand would be on my nipple, or my hand would be somewhere. His cock could also be very close to my mouth and I was told to open my mouth and look like I wanted it. It was a hard photoshoot because we were giggling so much.

A few more days went and mom was getting suspicious. She noticed I was being picked up by Mr Aries at strange times, and when I came home I was exhausted, looked a mess and often was giddy, as I was high.

Mr Aries was at the door and asked mom where I was. He was told that I would not be going. I was no longer part of the studio. Mr Aries reminded her that she had a contact. Mom didn’t care. She said my soul was more important than being famous.

Mr Aries was in a panic, and he took out his cell phone to speak with Mr Jones.

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