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Instant Fame (celebrity, x-files, tg)
by Raven
***
Dave and I decided to go down to the "Planet Hollywood" in
Coconut Grove for the evening. It was a long drive, but we hadn't
been there since it opened about 2 years ago. Besides, it was a
Saturday night, and "the Grove" was a happening place anyway. There
was the outside shot of seeing a celebrity.
Parking was a mess, just as it always was at the Grove, and I was
glad that Dave drove rather than me. To make matters even worse, the
line into "Planet Hollywood" was very long. However, as we quickly
learned, after getting inside, it was well worth the wait. We were
seated at table right next to Pamela Anderson Lee, and her husband,
Tommy Lee, the drummer from "Motley Crue."
Pamela Anderson was even more beautiful in real life. It was
extremely hard keeping my eyes off of her. Tommy Lee had quite the
reputation as a "bad boy" with several run-ins with the law. I'm sure
that he was used to people staring at his wife, but I didn't want to
cause a confrontation, or start a scene. Therefore, I had to steal
little glances whenever I could.
Let me tell you that pictures do not do Pamela justice. She is
just staggering in her beauty! Her surgically enhanced boobs were
nothing short of spectacular. I got a raging hard-on just by looking
at her.
At the end of out meal, Tommy Lee, looked over at us and said,
"Hey. Do you guys want to go and party with us?"
Dave and I both looked at the two celebrities with a blank look
upon out face. You could have knocked either of us over with a
feather. Dave was the first to speak, asking in utter disbelief,
"Uh..... do you mean us??"
Pamela chimed in that sexy, soft voice of hers, that all of
America grew to love by watching "Baywatch." "Of course silly. Who
else would we be talking to?"
I finally got the urge to speak. "It's just that you guys are,
you know, famous. We're just nobodies. We don't even know you!"
Tommy said, "We saw you watching us. We just thought you guys
would like the chance to really get to know us. So......do you wanna?
Get to know us that is?"
Dave and I responded, "Yes" at the same time, without even
thinking. We were going to go party with Pamela Anderson, and Tommy
Lee!
We all paid our bills, and left "Planet Hollywood" together.
Everybody else was wondering who the hell we were to be in the company
of such stars. Everyone had a look of envy in their eyes. Dave and
I were just loving it.
When we got outside on the street, Tommy motioned to the valet
parking attendant. He asked, "I hope you don't mind if we take our
limo. Pam and I really hate going into clubs, especially nowadays
after that tape of us having sex came out."
"Of course not," we assured them. At this point we would do
whatever made them the most comfortable.
Dave got the bright idea of asking about the video tape even
further. "I heard about that tape on the Howard Stern' radio show.
Tommy, he and Robin said that you have the biggest.......uh, um, well,
you know what I mean."
Tommy said, "Yeah, well.......... I hate that tape. It's gotten
so hard for us to go out now. People are hounding us wherever we
go."
"That really sucks........" I commented.
I had managed to seat myself right next to Pamela. She was so
close that I could feel her body heat. The smell of the perfume was
intoxicating. Dave sat closer to Tommy.
"Yeah it does," replied Pamela, ".........but will be free of it
very soon."
"What do you mean by that..........." I began to ask.
Tommy cut me off by saying, ".........anyone want a drink?"
That simple question kicked off a round of vicious partying and
drinking. Tommy was playing bartender, while I spent my time inching
closer and closer to Pamela. In a short time we were well on our way
to being plastered. I began to notice that Pamela and Tommy were
looking at each other kind of funny, as if they were somehow
communicating silently.
Tommy Lee, pulled out a vial from behind one of the bottles of
alcohol. Dave was interested in what it was, asking, "Hey.......what
is that stuff?"
Pamela answered Dave by saying, "It's cobra venom, actually. Have
you ever tried it? It's the bessst high!"
"You have got to be joking......." I said.
Tommy laughed, "Actually, she's not. We learned this in India.
Just a little bit is not harmful, and it gives you this incredible
rush. You should try it, you'll like it." "Sorry. Not me..." I
responded, looking at Dave. Dave shook his head negatively,
communicating that he didn't want to try the venom either. That did
not deter Tommy Lee, and Pamela Anderson. They took an eye dropper
and placed a few drops of the deadly venom in their drinks. This was
the wildest thing I'd ever seen!
Now I've seen people do some crazy things, and ingest even
crazier things in pursuit of a high, but I've never seen anyone take
was is known to be a deadly poison. I've heard of people licking
frogs or toads, or something, to get high. I thought that was
psychotic. These people were nuts!! I was afraid something tragic
was going to happen, and could only pray that these people knew what
they were doing.
After they finished their drinks, I noticed Pamela moving closer
to me, and Tommy moving closer to Dave. I felt Pamela's manicured
hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up my thigh taking my hand into
hers. As soon as my skin made contact with hers, I got the strangest
feeling. It felt as if I was being yanked out of my own body.
Everything was hazy and blurry for a second.
A few seconds passed, and my vision cleared. When it did, I got
the greatest shock of my life. I was staring back into my own face.
How could that be? I tried to look down at myself, but I could barely
move. The person who looked like me, laid my down on the seat of the
limo.
"Wha.....?" I tried to say. Even my ability to speak was
affected. However, I could hear just fine. My voice sounded higher,
almost like Pamela's had. I didn't know what was happening, because
it was getting hard to concentrate.
The other "me" said, in my voice, "Don't worry, it'll soon be
over. Very soon you will be dead from the cobra venom. Not such a
bad way to go really. It's almost like going to sleep. The paralysis
really is an added bonus, and prevents you from saving yourselves."
"Who....?" was the last word that I was able to get out before my
vocal cords froze up. Still Pamela's voice was ringing in my ears, as
I spoke.
"Names are unimportant. We've had so many, you know. You can
call me and my companion over there jumpers.' We were both born with
the ability of jumping from body to body. When we do, the person in
our new body is transferred, or jumped' into our old body. We just
thought that it would be fun to be these highly sexual, famous people
for a while. That damned video tape attracted too much attention to
us, so we have to go underground for awhile. No one will miss the
bodies of you two. Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee will be found here
in their limo after drinking cobra venom. It will just look like an
accidental death, or suicide. Either way, you'll be gone soon."
I couldn't even speak. This....thing, this.......mutant, had
stolen my body. That meant that I was now within the body of Pamela
Anderson, and Dave was within the body of Tommy Lee. Almost as if to
confirm my conclusion, my old body bent over to kiss me on the cheek,
and say almost sorrowfully, "Good bye, Pamela. I am sorry. We have
to keep our existence a secret." The new "me" left the limo with the
new "Dave," disappearing into the night, leaving me and the real Dave
there, in the bodies of Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. I couldn't
move. Soon my lungs and heart would freeze, and I would die. Even
now, `I was short of breath. Things were staring to grow dark as I
lost consciousness. I was going to die as Pamela Anderson!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I don't know how long that I was out. However, when I woke up, I
instantly knew that I was in a hospital room. I struggled to remember
what happened to us. How had I gotten here? When I tried to sit up,
I felt the weight of something on my chest. I looked down, seeing a
big bulge, sticking out like a shelf from my chest. That bulge
jiggled and shifted as I moved.
It all came rushing back to me in a moment. "Planet Hollywood,"
Pamela and Tommy, and the jumpers. I suddenly remembered that I was
now trapped in the body of Pamela Anderson. Somehow, inexplicably, I
had survived the cobra venom. I needed to find out what happened to
Dave.
A nurse entered the room noticing that I was awake. "Oh! I see
you've regained consciousness Miss Anderson. You've been out for
quite some time! You're lucky some fans were following your car, and
found you when they did, or else you would be dead."
I opened my mouth to speak, sure, but unsure of what I was going
to hear. "What happened to Da............I mean my husband?" I would
have to remember whom I now appeared to be, and to choose my words
more carefully.
The nurse answered my question. "He's okay. He's going to be
just fine, like you. He's over on the other side, in the men's wing."
"Can-can I see him?"
"That's up to your doctor. He should be here shortly. In the
meantime, do you have to go to the bathroom or anything? Is there
anything that I can help you with?"
Actually, judging by the constant pressure in my bladder, I did
have to go to the bathroom.... rather badly! It was unlike any
feeling I'd ever had before. When I had to go before the sensation
was almost external, centered on my penis. Now it was more internal,
and a little more insistent. I was consciously aware of the absence
of anything between my legs. It felt so weird.
At the same time that I was consciously aware of the feeling of
nothingness between my legs, I was very aware of the feeling of big
boobs on my chest. They literally swayed and bounced as I moved. The
feeling was insane, and I thought that it would drive me mad! As a
guy, I hated it when I didn't have underwear on, and my cock would
flop around freely. This was 100 times worse. Now I knew why women
needed to wear bras, and, barring some miracle, why I would have to
start wearing bras! "Yeah nurse. I do have to go to the bathroom.
Could you help me?" I was unsure of my center of gravity, having
never moved around in this body before. It was better to be safe than
sorry.
"Please, call me Mary," she instructed. "I've seen you in
Baywatch you know. My boyfriend loves you. If you don't mind me
saying, you are much prettier in real life!"
I didn't know what to say. This nurse was talking to me as if I
was Pamela Anderson. I would have to play along, at least for the
time being. Otherwise, if I told them who I really was, and what
actually happened, I could find myself in restraints in a psycho ward.
I couldn't let that happen. The "jumpers" had tried to kill Dave and
me in these bodies. News that Pamela Anderson, and Tommy Lee had
survived would surely get out soon, if it hadn't already. That meant
that Dave and I were the only living people with knowledge of their
existence. They would have to try to silence us, to kill us, again.
It was imperative that we not get trapped in an open place like this
for very long.
The jumpers' had no problem, whatsoever, with the concept of killing.
Still, I had to concentrate on the problem at hand. I answered
the nurse as best I could, "Why thank you Mary. You are much too
kind."
As Mary helped me to my feet, she asked, "Would you mind signing
an autograph for my boyfriend? He would be thrilled, Miss Anderson."
"Please...call me Pamela, Mary. No, I don't mind at all." I
wondered if I would write like her, or whether I would write like my
real self. Once on my feet, I noticed that Mary, who I judged to be
about 5'8", was several inches taller than me. I remembered that
Pamela Anderson, from her bios, was about 5'3" or 5'4". I needed some
time to myself to adjust to the height, weight, and balance of this
body before anyone really saw me. I didn't need anyone to think
something was not as it should be. That would mean, at least until
Dave and I figured a way out of this, I would have to learn how to
act, move, and even think as a beautiful, well endowed, sexy, woman.