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Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/casting-for-new-93041281

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‘Great,’ he thought, ‘I’m stuck in this body, dressed like... this. No ID, no way to turn back without them. What now, Bradley?'

He glanced around, spotting an exit sign leading out of the underground parking. Without a better plan, he started walking toward it, his boots clicking against the cold concrete floor, the tight skirt, which could hardly be called a skirt, shifting with every step, exposing his ass to the cool air.

As he approached the street, he nearly collided headfirst with someone coming around the corner.

“Whoa, sorry—” Bradley began, but then froze when he saw who it was.

Tyler. Of all people, it had to be Tyler. A face he hadn’t seen in years, but one he recognized instantly. His heart sank, and panic crept up his spine. Tyler had been an old acquaintance from his early acting days, someone who knew him well enough to recognize him—if not for the nanites that had completely altered his appearance.

‘Shit, not him. Why him, of all people?’

Tyler’s eyes swept over Bradley, but there was no sign of recognition. Instead, his gaze lingered on Bradley’s body, the tiny outfit that barely covered him, his painted lips, his bare shoulders. Bradley had never felt so exposed.

“You, uh... alright?” Tyler finally said frowning, but his eyes still lingering on Bradley's exposed skin.

‘Oh, God. He thinks I’m just another prostitute,’ Bradley thought, his pulse quickening. ‘He doesn’t know it’s me. Thank God he doesn’t know it’s me.’ Bradley swallowed hard, the fake smile stretching painfully across his lips. He decided to play his role, while his mind scrambled for a way out.

“Yeah,” Bradley replied quickly with a forced laugh. He trying to tug the hem of his skirt lower, but the damn thing barely moved. “Just, uh... looking for work, uh... handsome" Bradley forced the words out, trying to mimic the tone he imagined a prostitute would use. His stomach churned as he said it, his skin crawling under Tyler’s gaze.

Tyler chuckled, still scanning him up and down. Bradley could feel the weight of his stare, and it made his skin prickle with discomfort. 'Damn, this is so messed up. Keep it together. Just get through this,’ his heartbeat racing.

“You new around here? Never seen you before.” Tyler leaned in slightly. Bradley could smell the alcohol on his breath, the stale cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes.

Bradley had to keep the act going. His mind raced for more lines that might sound convincing. “Yeah, uh… new girl in town, trying to make a little, you know… extra cash,” he muttered in a slightly trembling voice. ‘Oh God, please just leave me alone, man,’ he thought, his palms sweating as he clutched the purse tighter.

Tyler raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Well, you picked a hell of a spot for it. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Bradley swallowed, the words catching in his throat. "Um... Brandy. But you can call me... whatever you want," he finally answered, the fake smile making his face ache.

"Brandy, huh?" Tyler repeated. "Cute name."

"But... uh, you know, uh, sweety... I'm a little bit-" Just then, the low rumble of a car engine broke through the air. Bradley turned his head, relieved for the distraction, and saw the sleek black car roll up to the curb. His pulse quickened. 'Thank God, the producers! Finally!' he thought, his relief almost palpable.

The window of the car rolled down slightly, and a gruff voice called out from inside. “Hey, girl. Need a ride?”

Bradley hesitated for a split second, but the urge to escape the awkward conversation with Tyler was stronger than his hesitation. 'This has to be them. This is part of the test or whatever.' He turned back to Tyler and gave a nervous smile. “Looks like my ride’s here.”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Tyler said, giving Bradley one last glance before turning away. “Take care, Brandy.”

Bradley quickly turned on his heels, the relief washing over him as he hurried toward the car. He opened the door and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind him. Bradley let out a relieved sigh, leaning back against the seat as the door shut with a heavy thud.

“Man, I’m so glad you guys finally showed up,” Bradley blurted out, leaning back against the seat.

The men in the front seats exchanged amused glances, but said nothing for a moment. Bradley didn’t notice. He was too wrapped up in the thought that the nightmare with Tyler was finally over. 'Thank God, now I can drop this whole prostitute act,' he thought, adjusting his skirt as he relaxed into the seat.

He looked at the men, expecting some kind of confirmation, but something about their expressions sent a shiver down his spine. They weren’t dressed like producers, that much he realized now—leather jackets, rough faces, and cold eyes. One of them, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around, giving him a long, hard look.

“Glad, huh? Yeah, bet you are,” he muttered with a smirk.

Bradley nodded eagerly, trying to shake off the weird vibe he was picking up. 'Okay, maybe they’re just staying in character or something. Some kind of extra test?'

"Yeah, I mean," Bradley continued, forcing a smile, "I thought I’d be stuck out there all night. This gig is a little... different, huh? Really gets you out of your comfort zone."

The man look at him fully now, his eyes lingering a bit too long on Bradley’s legs, barely covered by the short skirt. “A gig, huh? Well, sweetheart, let’s see how good you are at this gig.”

Bradley forced a nervous laugh, trying to maintain the act. 'Okay, weird test, but it's gotta be part of the role. Just play along until the producers make their move.'

“Sure, I’m... I’m up for it. Just wasn't expecting it to be so, uh, realistic, you know? So, what's the scene, what's my next mark?"

The driver grinned in the rearview mirror as he turned the key, revving the engine. "Your next mark is wherever we tell you to get on your knees, baby," the driver said with a cruel laugh.

"Haha, yeah, okay," Bradley said, laughing awkwardly. "Good, good. Really getting me in the mindset, I love it." but deep down, he felt a creeping sense of dread. Something was off, something was definitely wrong.

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Lorenzo

Interesting Nanites, where can I buy them?