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Bimboizing Britney Spears
Part 1
"I�m not going to lie to you, Britney," Francis Lord said. "Switching managers and residences is not going to solve all of your problems. The reason that your mother has so much power over you is simply that you give it to her � ninety percent of the things in your life she controls have nothing to do with anyone�s legal rights."
"As you can see here, you are now a resident of Toronto, Canada. This means that as you�re already eighteen, you have all the rights that would have been conferred on you when you turned 21 in Louisiana, plus the right to have sexual relations with another woman, which I understand is still being litigated in Louisiana."
Francis started. That kid really has a mean glare, he thought, averting his eyes from those of Britney Spears who had not taken well to the suggestion that she might exercise her new right to eat box. Momentarily, he thought of adding that the change of residence also allowed her to be legally fucked in the ass but thought better of it.
Francis re-focused his thoughts on the hell he was going to catch from this girl�s mother, especially given Britney�s decision to replace her manager at the same time as she changed legal residences. Johnny Wright would join Lynne Spears on the list of people whose calls Francis�s secretary would not be putting through. Not that he planned to spend much time in the office; he would be enjoying his healthy retainer from a beach somewhere. He hadn�t decided where but he wanted to make sure it was nowhere the young diva planned to tour. Even though he had taken only three meetings with her, he was already beginning to hate the spoilt, and less-than-brilliant Ms. Spears.
But looking at Britney's companion, he had to feel sorry for her in a small way. Really, he shouldn't be congratulating her on her newfound independence at all. Having specialised in family law, running the gamut from emancipation to divorce, he could already detect somewhat of an unhealthy power dynamic between her and the man sitting next to her. Really, he should be congratulating her on getting under a new thumb: that of her new manager, Mr. Carter Musgrovington.
"Thank you for all of your assistance," Musgrovington said, "I'm sure we will call you if we need any more information." and with that the manager led Lord to the door, cramming a wad of cash into his hand as they walked. Britney just sat on the couch watching her manager escort Lord from the mansion.
"Good day, Mr. Lord," Musgrovington said, holding the door open and expecting Lord to leave.
"Mr. Musgrovington," Lord said, "I feel that I have to ask-"
"Good day, Mr. Lord," Musgrovington said again, this time harsher. Lord got the message and departed swiftly, leaving Britney and her manager in the mansion.
"Now Britney," Musgrovington said, "I have to go to Quebec to inspect the concert facilities so we can begin booking tours."
"Have a good time," Britney said flatly, eager to have her manager out of the house.
"What do you have planned for this evening?" Musgrovington asked.
"Well," Britney replied, "I was going to just stay in -- you know, take the night off."
Britney decided she was going to explore her new place of residence. "Very well," said her manager before driving off. Britney noted that there was no vehicle there waiting to take her wherever she wanted to go. She made a note to complain to Carter -- what if she had wanted to change her mind?
Britney stretched and explored the first floor. She found the kitchen, a half bath, an extensive library (which held no interest for her), a billiards room, the main dining room, the utility room, and a breakfast nook. She then went upstairs. Upstairs consisted of a hallway with three doors on one side, two on the left and on at the very end of the hall. She opened the doors one by one. The first two on the left were bedrooms; the first on the right was a bedroom; the second on the right was a spacious bathroom. The next one was also a bedroom. She then went to the door at the end of the hallway. When she opened the door, she noticed it was a bit heavier then the rest. She entered and discovered....
Briteny walked into the room at the end of the hall. The walls were covered in dark purple drapes. The floor was covered in matching dark purple carpeting. The only furniture was a plush, black leather recliner in the exact center of the room. Britney walked over to the recliner. On the seat were a pair of headphones and a remote control. She picked up the remote control and hit the "power" button. The purple curtains on the wall in front of the recliner opened to reveal a large projection screen that was glowing a dull white. Britney picked up the headphones, sat in the recliner, and put the headphones on. She gave the remote the once over. It appeared to be a standard VCR remote. She pointed it at the screen and hit "play." Soothing music played and on the screen their appeared a strange hypnotic swirling pattern
Britney had heard about these: these new age relaxation tapes that other performers used to get themselves into "the zone" before performing. She, however, never had any difficulty getting into "the zone." Her problem was knowing how to act around people when she wasn't performing. Anyway, this was just a stupid swirling pattern. She decided to turn off the TV and head out; her manager had given her bodyguards a day off, except for the house's security patrols. But she was sure she could raise a couple of them on their cell phones. She couldn't imagine all of them would be too busy to earn some overtime pay.
Oddly, Britney found herself not moving from the chair. The remote control was in her hands but she made no actual move to turn off the TV. Instead, she sank deeper into the plush chair, her eyes wandering less and less from the strange, beguiling pattern of movement and colour.
She decided, after a few minutes, that she might as well let this video run its course. She could go out and have fun later, or work on her new dance moves.
Britney awoke the next morning, still sitting in the chair. She felt extraordinarily rested. "Wow," she said to herself, "What a great sleep that was."
She looked to the TV screen and found it turned off. She assumed it must have one of those sleep timers in it that would shut off the TV at a certain time.
"I don't know what that swirly pattern was," she said to herself, "But it's really relaxed me. I should watch it again sometime."
Britney made a mental note to have her manager call the cable company and order more of the Swirly Pattern Channel.
"Well, time to start the day," she said as she headed off to find some breakfast.
Britney arose and stretched. She felt absolutely wonderful. She smiled broadly and strolled out of the room. On her way to the stairs, she felt a bit sad that she had slept through the entire afternoon and night and did not get to see Carter when he came home. She went down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen. Carter was in the breakfast nook. He wore a silk, paisley bathrobe and sat reading the morning paper. On the table were a cup of coffee. Two pieces of wheat toast, a jar of apple jelly, and half a glass of milk. He looked up when Britney entered. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Sleep well?"
Britney grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I feel great. Sorry I slept so long." Why am I apologizing to him? Britney wondered; he should be apologizing about the car.
"No problem," said Carter, "Would you like something to eat?"
"Oh, maybe some toast and juice. Oh, and the rest of your things arrived yesterday. I put them in your room."
"The juice is in the fridge, and you can have this toast." He said sliding the plate of toast to the other side of the table.
Britney went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice. She returned to the table and nibbled on the toast. After reading the comics page, she started to get restless. "I'm so full of energy right now," she said.
"Well, why don't you try out the swimming pool?" Carter said.
"Good idea. I'll go change into my suit." Britney got up to leave.
"No, don't go through all that trouble," said Carter. A michevious grin crossed his face. "Just strip down and swim naked.
Britney's eyes bulged, "What?!" she sputtered. "I don't think so!" she was growing angry. I hardly know this guy! she thought. She steamed in her place for a second then headed for the back door. Swim naked! Of all the nerve! she thought. She pulled her shirt off over her head. She went out the door and over to the side of the pool. She stripped off her jeans. Well, I guess it is easier this way. I don't have to go get my suit. She removed her bra and panties. Then kicked off her sandles. She was now completely naked. She looked around to see if anyone was looking. The spacious yard, patio, and pool area was surrounded by an eight foot brick wall. Satisfied about her privacy, she went to the diving board. She dove into the water. The water was rather cool at first, but quite invigorating. As she swam to the far side of the pool, her body adjusted to the temperature. When she made it to the edge of the pool, she stopped and looked up. Carter was standing pool side sipping a cup of coffee. He still wore his robe, and she could see the pants of his pajamas. He smiled at her. Creep! she thought. She started to do some laps.
Twenty minutes later, Britney was back in her room after towelling off when she began thinking about her swim. There was something off about it, she was pretty sure but when she tried to recall what that might have been, nothing came to her. She itemized each of the actions in her mind. Yes, she always had orange juice and toast for breakfast. Yes, she always had a morning swim. No, she never wore a bathing suit... it was easier that way. Yes, she always swam laps. Shaking her head, she decided her unsettled feeling must just have been caused by having slept for so long.
Although she didn't find it at all peculiar, Britney nonchalantly changed into a pair of cutoff jeans and a clingy white t-shirt without the benefit of a bra of panties. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Britney couldn't help but admire her beautiful skin, her perky breasts, her ideal figure. Still feeling quite energized, she bounded down the stairs. To her surprise, she found Carter dressed in a suit, preparing to leave.
"Sorry Brit," he said. "I have a meeting this afternoon. Why don't you watch some more TV?"
"Why don't you watch some more TV?" Carter suggested on his way out.
The door closed and Britney was on her way back to the TV room.
"I wonder what's on the Swirling Pattern Channel," she said to nobody in particular as she sat down, picked up the remote, and pressed 'Power'.
But nothing happened.
"The batteries must be dead," she surmised, "Luckily Carter has some in his closet."
Moments later Britney was leafing through Carter's closet. "There's got to be some AA batteries in here somewhere," she said. So far all she found were either clothes or junk. Eventually she came to what looked like a scrapbook. Curiosity getting the best of her, Britney opened it and began looking at pictures. Most were old pictures of children, which Britney assumed were a young Carter and his friends. There was the occassional newspaper clipping about a young Carter Musgrovington winning the Spelling Bee or the Science Fair and what-not. Then there were the copies of Carter's college essays and college yearbook photos.
"He was a stud when he was my age," she chuckled to herself.
Britney continued flipping the pages. There were pictures of Carter's college graduation and photos of his first management agency. But what really puzzled Britney was the last item in the album: a newspaper clipping. But for some reason the clipping's headline was...
"Teen Popstar Britney Spears Causes Uproar; Parents Outraged"
from the Toronto Sun
AP -- It's been a busy week for Britney Spears, some would say tumultuous. A visibly shaken Justin Timberlake began our week of Britney news by calling a press conference solo to announce that he and the world's most popular teenager were no longer an item. Much was made of Spears' absence, though no statement from her publicist.
But yesterday's bombshell announcement upstaged any Spears-Timberlake speculation. A publicist for Spears held a brief press conference to announce that the singer had changed her residence to Toronto, been emancipated from her mother and had dropped her longtime manager in favour of up and comer, Carter Musgrovington.
The real news, however, was the announcement that Spears would be taking a break from her singing career to enter rehab for sexual addiction. A spokesman for the artist said that Britney would be back to touring and recording following her stay at the treatment center.
"Sexual addition?" Britney said to herself, "I don't have any addiction problems!"
It was then that she noticed that, for some reason, she was topless. Her shirt was thrown across the floor and she was groping her breasts. And all without being aware of it.
"Whoa," she cried, "What am I doing?!?"
Britney grabbed her shirt from the floor and put it back on. Perhaps she really did have a problem...
[Parts 2a and 2b branch off from this point.]