★Hollywood Dream★ (A Dip Story)

>•The Meeting•<

Pip's Perspective:

I woke up at around 7:30 in the morning, which was pretty early, considering the other times I usually wake up. I checked my phone about that message, which was nothing more than a blurred image in my head, until I opened it up. It was from my new "boss". It read; "Dear Philip, congratulations! Welcome to our team. Meet me at 8 o'clock AM, at the ••••-•••• association. Thank you!  -Sincerely, Damien.

"Oh! I got accepted! I can be an actor in my first full movie, I gue- Oh deary...I have twenty minutes to get ready! I barely even have enough time to shower! Unless I speed it up...which...I never do." Damnit...

I finally decided to get out of bed, and I rushed over to the restroom, fixing up my hair. Then, I realized I had to shower, but I'd already done everything related to after showering, like my skin care routine! I sprayed on some deodorant, sprayed some dry shampoo in my hair, and called it a day. I threw on some foundation, and I began my makeup.

I put on a blood-red colored lipstick,  some slightly dark skin color eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and mascara, and I ran out of the bathroom. I threw on something to cover up my breast removal scars, and my self-harm marks, which was nothing more than a tight, black dress. It was one of the only things in my closet, and it sort-of matched my make-up. I was overly excited for this, but, I was going to be late if I didn't head out right now. I grabbed my phone, threw it in my purse, and ran out of the house with my bag in hand.

I got into the car and started to frantically look for my keys in my purse, before finding them, starting my engine, and typing in the destination on my (almost dead [17%]) phone. I went over the speed limit a couple of times, but, to be honest, I didn't really care. I was scared that I was going to miss my first big job offer. After I found the destination, it was a mansion of some sorts, and it had three stories.

I parked my car beside a couple of other cars, which was pretty cheap compared to all of the Rolls Royce and Bugatti's. My car was a 1982 Dodge Rampage. I was pretty sure that there were people here other than my new boss, and that made me slightly worried, yet relieved that I wouldn't have to be alone. I was just about to knock on the doors before it opened, and I realized I'd rung the doorbell.

"Yeah, yeah, zee ya zoon, boz-" The French man stopped, his cigarette falling out of his mouth when he bumped into me. "Hey, kid, wazch where ya goin'." He said, even though he looked about a year older than me. I estimated that he was twenty three. He was going back to the car, and after him, came a blonde haired boy with his hair in a pigtail. "Christophe! Wait!"

He yelled, chasing after him. He got in the car with him, and they drove off. I was confused. There were still eighteen cars here, but was I really this late? I walked in the door, to be greeted by most people packing up their bags and leaving, and my new boss landed onto the couch. I snuck back in, before he noticed me. I waved at him, and I nervously smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Thorn! I apologize for my absence, I didn't mean to be la-" He cut me off, "No, no, you were meant to be here five minutes earlier... I just sent home everyone else because of a traffic jam, and I wanted them to get home before it got down to their neighborhoods." I nodded. "Do I need to do the same?" I asked, and he looked over at me. "Where do you live?"

He asked, tilting his head to the side. "Oh, Rosewood Avenue! Why?" I answered, both confused and creeped out. "That's where the traffic jam started...You might have a problem. Well, come over here, I'll give you your lines to practice..." I walked over to him, and he gave me a large book. "Look at a few lines, on any page, and just find one that you really enjoy. You can act out that part. Oh, by the way, your name's Catherine. You're the main character, because no one else wanted to play her part."

I nodded, starting to believe that I was just a fill-in. "Well, what're you waiting for? Look up one of her lines, I didn't write the whole entire script for nothing." I opened up the book, and began to search for one of her lines, which actually weren't that hard to remember, they just had to have a lot of emotion in them. I finally found one of her lines that I could most likely do, but only because my voice naturally sounded like that in this voice line.

"Is it okay if I do this one?" I asked, pointing to it and showing it to my boss. "Well, I mean, sure, but you'll need two actors for that one; and as you can see, nobody else is here but you and me." I nodded my head, not realizing what he meant. "It'll be okay, I don't need another person, right?" He smiled, before getting up and standing in front of me. He tapped on the paper, letting me know to start.

I began to read the line, "I really enjoyed our last encounter, Lucis..." I said, like how it said to say in the book. "I really hope we can..." I stepped forward while looking down at the book, not looking where I was going. "Maybe we can..." I mumbled, before feeling someone's hands touching my hips, and breathing against the side of my ear. "Calm down, Catherine..." I heard a whisper in my ear, and I slightly shivered, before realizing what was going on by reading the rest of the lines.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I don't think I can continue this page, I-" He grabbed my hips harder, and he pulled me closer to him, which made me extremely uncomfortable. "No, no, you're already too far in the story...besides, isn't your clit already waiting to be touched?~" I froze. People usually don't know that I'm trans and have womanly parts. How the hell...maybe he just has a forced feminization kink or something, or...he looked at my birth certificate...

"I...Sir, I don't know if I'm comfortable with thi-" He let me go and chuckled, before backing up and fixing his hair. "Sorry, just the lines. I warned you that you would need two people...also, sorry if I made you uncomfortable, just following the script." I nodded, before tilting my head and looking down at the ground.

"...Is it okay if I just...go? It's been a few minutes, traffic might've cleared up..." I walked further away from him, and he nodded, throwing me my keys. "Sure, go ahead! I hope to see you...when everybody's here next time." I flashed an awkward smile, before nodding and walking off. I went outside to my car, and I immediately entered it, blasting music and rushing down the road. That was the most sickening feeling I've ever had.

Bye-bye, pookies<3

Word count: 1265

I'll finish my other story, Ouija's chapter next, promise!<3