Behind the Mask of Lustful Lola (Patreon)

Guys, I apologize that this time it's just a picture without a caption, but there was too much text (I couldn't find similar pictures with this same girl, so sorry) and I didn't expect that I would write so much from this banal idea and that the story would end like this...

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Host: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have an incredibly special guest tonight! A woman whose story has shocked and, quite frankly, amused us all. Please welcome, the one, the only—Jane Turner, also known in some circles by her stage name, 'Lustful Lola!'"

The audience erupts in applause and laughter as the camera zooms in on Jane, who sits nervously on a high stool. Jane looked very nervous, clutching the microphone tightly with shaking hands and tapping her stiletto heels on the chair legs, trying to cross her bare, sexy legs.

Host: “Jane, Jane, Jane… It’s so wonderful to have you on the show! You look absolutely stunning tonight.” The host grins, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glinting mischievously. He pauses for dramatic effect before leaning forward and whispering into his microphone. “Though I must say, it’s a bit of a shocker to see you here, it's your first interview, huh?"

Jane nodded timidly, smiling meekly and still clutching the microphone tightly and shifted in her seat, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jane: “Y-yeah, well, you know… life’s full of surprises.” she said in a slightly trembling voice and she tried to pull herself together "It’s not like I had a choice, you know. My—uh, producer thought this would be good for, like, my—my image or whatever."

The audience chuckles, and Jane's heart beats a little faster.

Host: "Oh, come on, Jane, or I should say, Lola. You look amazing, like a natural." the host said with a grin on his face and paused while Jane looked him nervously and smiled weakly "But seriously, I’m sure our viewers are dying to know... What was it like when you first found yourself in that body? And don't hold back, we're all friends here." he turned to the audience and asked a rather rhetorical question, "Does everyone know her back story?"

The audience laughed, many people saying yes loudly, someone shouted "a body-swapping experience isn't something you easily forget!" and people laughed again. The camera turned back to Jane who fidgeted nervously in her seat, clearly unsure how to answer the question.

Jane: "It was… weird, okay? One second, uh, I was, you know, at this damn big talk, uh, thing or, whatever, and then boom! I'm… well, not at the factory, I'm at…" she stopped herself mid-sentence, not wanting to tell the truth.

Host: Nodding with exaggerated sympathy "Oh, we know, Jane, we know. Right in the middle of a… very important discussion, wasn’t it?"

The audience erupts into laughter, and Jane closes her eyes, clearly reliving that fateful day in her memory.

Jane: Through gritted teeth "It was… horrifying. I mean, one second I’m in a meeting, and the next, I’m… I’m n**ed on a set. And the things I was doing… I… I didn’t know what to do."

Host: "And you couldn't talk about your shock at that moment to anybody. After all, your mouth was... full." The host deadpans, to laughs from the studio audience.

Jane: "Ugh! What are you trying to say, huh?" she glares at the host accusingly.

Host: "You were su**ing someone’s dick, right?" he responded with a straight face. The audience gives a surprised "wow" while host waits for reaction to her claim, his poker face unrelenting.

Jane: "Whatever, okay?!" She looked at the host with embarrassment. "Fine, yeah, I was doing something like that. Happy?"

Host: "Oh, no need to get defensive, Jane." He leans in with a mocking smile. "No judgment here! Besides, we all know it probably felt pretty good, huh?"

Jane: Her face flushes even more, her eyes narrowing at the host. "You think this is funny? You have no idea what it’s like, okay? I mean, yeah, I used to run things—be the boss, you know?" She stumbles over her words, trying to regain some of her former authoritative tone, but every attempt seems to flounder against the backdrop of her soft, feminine voice. "And now I’m just… this. And it's not—like—something you can just, uh, get used to, alright?"

Host: "Oh, but come on, Jane. You’re adapting, aren’t you? I mean, you’ve got the walk, the talk, the… everything down pat!" He gestures broadly to her, making a show of her appearance. "And those fillers you keep using, 'like' and 'uh,' they’re almost charming."

Jane: "Ugh, like, seriously? You think this is all, uh, just some kind of, you know, joke?" She shifts uncomfortably, her irritation palpable. "You have no idea what it's, like, really like, okay? I tried—tried to, like, be myself, but it's... it’s all so messed up. And, like, these stupid fillers—I can't even stop them! It's like they're stuck in my head, and every time I try to speak, they just come out." Her voice wavers as she clenches her fists, her frustration and embarrassment growing evident.

Host: "Oh, come on, Jane, you're being too hard on yourself! You're in the middle of a fascinating metamorphosis, you know that? It's like watching some kind of... what’s the word... transfiguration?"

Jane: "Uh, like, Meta-what? Trans-whatever? What are you, like, even talking about?" she fires back, frowning clearly confused and annoyed.

Host: "Metamorphosis, Jane," he repeats with a grin, leaning in closer as if speaking to a child. "It's like a change or transformation. I would have thought you, of all people, would know that. You were a boss at a factory, weren’t you? Surely, they taught you basic English there."

The audience erupts into laughter again, and Jane rolls her eyes dramatically, making it clear that she isn’t playing his little game.

Jane: "I—I'm not stupid, okay? I just… I mean, it's not like I, uh, need to know fancy words like that for, like, what I used to do! I mean, like, running things at the factory didn’t require, like, big words or whatever!" she protests while trying her best to sound smart and then regretted adding, "I mean, a-a-like, a change, right? It's, uh, obvious, isn't it?"

Host: "Oh, Jane, Jane, Jane…" The host chuckled, shaking his head. "You're really something, you know that? But I have to ask, all this… being in this new body, this new life—has it really been all that bad? I mean, you said you don’t even need fancy words, but here you are, looking like you just stepped off a runway. And from what I hear, you even enjoy it! Tell us, Jane, do you like it?"

Jane: Her face reddened as she stumbled over her words again. "I—well, it's not like I… like, I don’t know, okay? It’s weird. I mean, sometimes I… uh, catch myself thinking it's… not that bad, and… like, why am I even saying this? It’s just—ugh!" She groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment, flustered.

Host: "There we go!" he exclaimed, grinning widely. "See, there’s that honesty we’ve been waiting for! You enjoy it, don’t you?"

Jane: "I—what? No! I mean, I don't know, okay? It's just... it's just the way things are now. I don't even know why I, uh, like it sometimes. It's... it's confusing, alright?" She stumbles over her words, clearly flustered by the line of questioning.

Host: "Ah-ha! So you do like it! I knew it! I mean, it's understandable, Jane. You're living every man's dream, aren't you? Beautiful, adored, and let's not forget... quite popular."

Jane: She wanted to correct the host, to say that it's all Lola, and that she wasn't happy at all about this life, but the words got stuck in her throat. Host was right, but she didn't want to accept that fact.

Host: "Speaking of popularity, there's another little tidbit I’m sure everyone’s dying to hear about. How's the relationship going with your boyfriend? I mean, rumor has it you tried to, uh, break things off recently. Care to share?"

Jane visibly tenses, her grip on the microphone tightening as she struggles to find the right words.

Jane: "I-well, it's complicated, okay? It's not like I don't want to, uh, end things, but... but he's my producer, and things are just... ugh, they're a mess." she asked quietly.

The audience lets out a collective sigh and coos sympathetically, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding before them, that only getting her more flushed.

Host: "Complicated, huh? Sounds like there's more to the story than you're letting on. But hey, this is America, right? Land of the free, home of the brave. If you don't like it, why not just... walk away? Or better yet, quit the whole industry? I mean, if you really consider yourself a heterosexual man trapped in a woman's body, what's stopping you?"

Jane's eyes narrow, and she bites her lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. The host's words sting, not just because of their content, but because they hit so close to the truth.

Jane: Her eyes flared with anger, her voice rising. "It’s not that simple, okay? You don’t understand what it’s like to be in this… this body, with these… urges, and… feelings! And besides, it’s not like I’m some… some weakling or whatever. I could leave, but then what? This is… it’s my life now, whether I like it or not!" Her voice broke slightly, and she quickly looked away, blinking back tears of frustration.

The audience let out a gasp and were shocked, clearly surprised by her sudden outburst and began whispering among each other, and host, noticing the mood of the audience, had no choice but to stop teasing her at least for now. He nodded knowingly at her and spoke in a much more friendly and serious tone.

Host: "Whoa, Jane, easy there. I hear you. I can't imagine what it's like to be in your shoes... or should I say, heels?" He chuckles softly, but the audience is more subdued now, sensing the tension. "I didn't mean to get you all riled up. I was just, you know, asking the questions everyone wants to hear. It's kind of my job, after all. And hey, it's an evening show—we like to keep things light and... entertaining. I mean, you're clearly going through a lot, and I think it's important for everyone to understand that."

Jane looks down at her expensive designer pumps that she carefully selected for this show and shuffles her legs together, rubbing her soft legs against each other.

Jane: "Thank you" she breathed, her anger slowly ebbing away. "I—uh, sorry, it's just... it's complicated. You're right, it's not so bad. But still... it's all messed up. I have, uh, this body... I mean, look at me!" She gestures to her perfectly shaped body, and her modest breasts shift under the flimsy fabric of her dress, and Jane notices it and glances at her breasts. "It's just... wrong. But sometimes I, you know, actually... kinda... like it, too. But that doesn't mean I'm... that I'm not a guy. I still am. I'm a still... you know, still the same person, no matter what."

The audience breaks into applause, several voices calling out "Bravo!", "Damn right, Jane!", "That's my girl!" and others, while Jane looks around with mix of shame and pride, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Host: He smiled at her, shaking his head. "That's the spirit. There you have it, folks, proof that deep down Jane Turner, formerly known as Steve, is a true-blue American hero! Now, I think we can end it here, and Jane—"

Jane: She stands up and abruptly interrupts the host mid-sentence, interrupting. "I'm not done." The audience gasps again, and the host just stands there dumbfounded, unsure if he should even try to continue.

Jane: She continued, staring intently into the camera and holding the mic tightly. Her gaze was fixed and determined. "I know... I know a lot of you out there... you probably think this is, like, some big joke or whatever," she began, her voice shaking slightly. "And, like, yeah, I get it, okay? I get that it's, like, funny to see me—this... this guy, right?—stuck in a body like this, doing... doing things I never thought I’d do. And honestly, it's been... it's been really, really hard."

She paused, swallowing hard, keeping her eyes locked on the camera as she continued, "But there are things you don't know. Things about, like, what it's been like for me since... since the swap. I mean, yeah, I hated it at first. Hated every damn second. I was angry and confused, and I just... I just wanted my old life back. But then... then something weird happened. I started to... to feel things. To, like, really feel things. I started to understand what it was like to be... to be her. To live in her world. And, yeah, it scared the hell out of me."

The audience was silent, captivated by her vulnerability, but Jane wasn’t looking at them anymore—her focus remained solely on the camera, on the people watching her from their homes.

Jane: "I mean, look, I still feel like a guy, alright? I still have all these... these thoughts, and I know, like, who I am inside. But... I also started to see things from her perspective. I started to understand why she did the things she did. And, like, yeah, maybe... maybe I've even started to like some of it. Not all of it, but, like, enough to make me question... question everything."

She took another deep breath, her eyes now glossy with unshed tears, still staring directly into the camera. "But the worst part... the worst part has been the people. The people who... who just stopped talking to me. Who stopped seeing me as... as me. And I know I wasn't, like, the nicest person before. I know I was a... a real asshole sometimes. And to those people... I just want to say... I'm sorry."

A few gasps could be heard from the audience, mixed with murmurs of surprise and approval, but Jane’s gaze didn’t waver from the camera.

Jane: "I'm sorry for being such a jerk. For not... for not understanding you. For not treating you with the respect you deserved. I was so caught up in my own... my own crap that I didn't see what was right in front of me. And now... now I get it. I get what it's like to be on the other side. To be judged and, like, laughed at and not taken seriously. And it sucks. It really, really sucks."

She wiped a tear that had escaped down her cheek, her voice breaking slightly. "So, yeah, maybe I'm not, like, the perfect woman or whatever. Maybe I'm still learning, still trying to figure out who the hell I am now. But... I am trying. And I just... I just want to thank everyone who's stuck by me. Who's been there even when I was a total idiot. Thank you."

She held her gaze with the camera a few moments more before and then the loudly applauded audience erupted with cheers and whistles from the audience. The host, visibly moved, stood and clapped along with them. Jane finally broke eye contact, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks as the emotions poured out. The camera took a close-up shot of her face before turning away to show the full stage. The host, visibly moved, stood and clapped along with them and everyone in the audience jumped and applauded enthusiastically.

Host: "Jane Turner, everyone!" he cried, applauding as she left the stage. "An unforgettable moment we'll never forget!"