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      Explicit
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      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
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  Fandom:
      Shirley_Temple_-_Fandom
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      Exhibitionism, Extremely_Underage, Porn, Incest, i_will_add_tags_as_more
      chapters_comes, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_History, 1934
  Series:
      Part 1 of Fame_Fame_Fame
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      Published: 2017-11-02 Updated: 2018-02-28 Chapters: 4/10 Words: 11930
****** Fame Fame Fame - Aged 10 ******
by AlexanderTemple
Summary
     The main character is Shirley, and this story is inspired by Shirley
     Temple. I got the idea when I saw a video on YouTube with a woman who
     was totally convinced that Shirley was a boy! I do not believe this
     in any way. It did give me an idea for a story.
     So you will follow the life and times of Shirley Temple in the dark
     and corrupt town of Hollywood
     This is not a historic piece and resembles in no way the Shirley
     Temple’s life in any way. You can say this is written in an
     alternative universe. This includes some of the inventions and
     clothes being worn.
***** Exposed *****
Exposed
(Exhib, CD, Nosex)
I loved when mom tucked me in at night. She would make sure I was comfortable
and read me a Bible story and then kiss my forehead and tell me how much she
loved me. Mom was the most important person in my life and my brother and I was
the most important thing in her life, besides her religion. She was a very
religious person. This could be seen in her high morality and all the pictures
of Jesus in our house. She wanted to raise us with good values. She also had a
lot of pride and wanted us to be a success in life. She expected a lot from us.
She did not want us to waste our life. This means we had to look good, and we
had to be very polite. It also meant that we had to make others happy in how
behaved we were.
As for Dad, he was a busy man, always working at a bank. When he came home, he
sat in his chair and read a newspaper, complaining about how he hated his job.
He was not a dad that sat down with us and played or even asked how we were. He
never came into our room to tuck us in bed. I was always sure that he loved me;
however, he was just tired of his job and maybe his life. He did not have the
energy to be with us. I used to always think how well he knew us, as he hardly
ever spoke with us. I think he was a bit disappointed that he failed in his
life dream. He was a photographer and always wanted to take pictures of major
events around the world and be famous that way and he was now stuck in a bank.
Looking back, I didn’t think a lot about my dad, except for someone that always
looked sad and did not know what to say to me.
Then we had Kieran, my brother. He was cute in many ways, but my mother had no
hopes for him. He was 14 and yet he was treated like he was a special needs
child. He may not have been the smartest, but he was so kind and was a saint.
The reason why he was treated like he was handicapped was that he wet the bed
and wore diapers . This does not mean he was a bad boy, but he had a problem
when he slept!
Then, there was me. I was a 10-year-old boy. I had sandy coloured curly hair,
but it didn’t look like a mop. The curls were more like long wavy hair with
some curls. Mom loved the curls and she never wanted my hair cut, so I had long
hair that went down to my shoulders. I was happy playing and doing things like
every other child would have done. I loved singing and going to Church. I also
loved dancing. I would listen to some of moms records and try to dance. I loved
dancing so much, that mom took me to dance classes. Mom was not like other moms
that got mad if their daughter made the wrong step.
The one problem I had was that people thought I was a girl. With my long hair
and angelic face, which had dimples…, people thought I was a tomboy. When I
told them I was a boy, they laughed!
What else do you need to know before I tell my story? This was the year 1934.
Most people were depressed, as there was no work for millions and people and
many did not even have food to eat. It was dark times and the worse thing is
people did not have hope. That must be the worse sickness a person could have…
not having any hope! My dad had a good job, so I didn’t live in poverty and
knew very little about how children around me were living. I didn’t notice how
dad worried about losing his job. I was just a happy 10 years old. We also
lived in a remote part of Hollywood. The only other child I was seen was my
brother. Mom wanted to home-school us, which meant I never had friends. She
never let us out, as she thought we would be kidnapped like the Lindbergh baby
was kidnapped in 1932.
One night, I was told to get changed for bed. There was some good music on the
family radio, so I took off my clothes in the sitting room. Before I knew it, I
was standing there naked, with no shame at all. Mom started to panic and close
the curtains and told me to put some clothes on. This made dad get mad as he
told me that I looked like some slut and did I have no shame? I didn’t
understand what the big problem was and why they were mad, so I started crying
while putting on my pyjamas. I tried to get a hug by sitting on dads lap. I
wanted to say I was sorry but he pushed me away. I walked over to mom and she
hugged me while she gave dad a bad look. She explained that being naked was
private. If someone walked by the house, they could get a heart attack if they
saw my body. I still didn’t understand but her hug was nice.
Then she changed the subject and said she had a present for Kieran and me. She
put two packages on the table. I wanted to tear mine open; however, she said
that we can open them tomorrow, as she was taking us to the beach. This was a
day that dad had off, and despite this, he told mom that he planned washing the
car. Mom smiled at him and said that could be done when we get home. I was
excited as I loved going to the beach. My tears were gone and I was now so
excited. I looked at the small package. It was small, so it couldn’t be a
bucket and shovel. I was not born with a lot of patience. It was time for bed
and mom helped us say prayers and read a story for us. Needless to say, I could
not sleep.
The next day we packed a picnic in the car and Dad reluctantly drove us to the
beach. Despite that he was in no mood to take us there, we all sang in the car
as we slowly drove to the beach. I loved it as I could smell the sea air coming
closer and closer. Singing put us in a better mood; even Daddy was beginning to
smile more.
When we came to the beach, we found a place that was not crowded. We had our
picnic basket, blankets, a huge beach ball and of course the two gifts. Kieran
opened his package first and it was bathing pants. They were black and went
down to his knees. No one seemed to mind when he was changing. Daddy was
already in his old-fashioned swimming clothes, where he had a top and half his
legs were covered. Mom was wearing her swimsuit which had a skirt. I was
impatient and wanted to see where my package was. Mommy gave it to me and I
ripped it open in a few seconds.
It was girl's panties! Yes, you read it right. They were white panties with
flowers and a little red bow on the front. I gave them back to mom and told her
they were not for me. This made mom turn white and explain another woman was
buying clothes for her daughter. The salesman gave me her the other woman’s
package. I told mom I was not going to wear girl’s panties. She tried to
persuade me to wear them as I had nothing else.
Dad asked could I not wear my own undies. This annoyed mom as he was suddenly
being a dad to me. She said I would need them going home. Dad said that I could
wear panties on the way home, as at least they would be hidden. Dad was so
wise. I would have done that.
The battle was not over. Mom wanted to be the wise one, or as Dad was thinking,
she just wanted to be right. She told me to wear the panties or to go naked.
That was not much of a choice, as being naked was forbidden.
I cried as I put them on. They were tight and showed a lot!
Dad must have thought the same, as he said it showed too much skin. Mom said to
stop complaining. This made dad sigh and continued reading the newspaper. I
felt like crying but mommy gave me a hug and said no one will notice.
Kieran and I rushed down to the water and splashed around in the water. We had
lots of fun. I was better at splashing than Kieran was, so this made it all the
more fun. I noticed that Daddy put down his newspaper and was looking at us
with a weird smile on his face. I didn’t mind as it was fun being at the beach.
When we got out Dad was still smiling as he asked mom did she think that white
panties were a good idea, as they became see-through?
After we ate lunch, we were not allowed in the water. Kieran was building some
sand castles. I read a comic book while I laid over the beach ball on my tummy.
I rolled back and forth upon it while I read the comic. I was in my own world
and it felt relaxing while rolling back and forwards over the ball. Daddy joked
to mommy that I was mating with the ball. This annoyed mommy as she told him
not to be so rude.
I just continued to read the comic, when I heard someone say hi. I turned
around and seen a man standing there with a huge portable camera. He took a
picture of me and said I was a sweet beach princess. I was going to protest but
daddy started asking about the camera. The man explained that it was a portable
one, but it was heavy. Then they started getting technical, so I got back to
looking at my comic.
Daddy asked if he could try it. That was fine. Daddy told me to stand up and
pose for some pictures. He was doing what he loved, taking pictures. I looked
at the photographer and he had a weird look on his face. He saw the bulge in my
panties? He knew I was a boy!
Later, Dad looked like he was bored. I could not understand why he just laid
down at the same place all day. Daddy then called me over. He pulled me on top
of him so I was lying on my tummy looking down at his face. He whispered that I
was pretty. I didn’t know what to say and even if I wanted to say something, I
couldn’t as he kept talking. I just stared into his eyes as he said I should
not be ashamed as no girl on the beach was as pretty as me! His breathing
became weird as he praised me and his hand was rubbing my bum. I felt like I
had butterflies in me and to be honest, I didn’t want to be there, as his
breathing was so hard and strange and he was speaking to me so strange. I could
also feel something poking me in the tummy. I tried getting off, but he held me
there. It was only until mom said it was time to go home that he let me go.
In the car, mommy was telling Daddy that it was strange to see him giving me a
hug as he usually never gave his children the time of the day. Daddy didn’t
respond so it was mommy doing all the talk on the way home. I didn’t listen
anymore to them.
The next day, I woke up and rubbed my eyes as I sat down to eat breakfast.
Everyone was quiet. I asked mommy could I go out and explore and see if I could
find some friends…
Mommy said how could I think of such things at a time like this? Then she was
mad at dad, she asked how my dad could go to work when there is a crisis? He
just shrugged his shoulder and left the house telling my mom that she was
overreacting. This left me thinking what they were fighting about. Then Kieran
showed me the newspaper. It was a picture of me on the beach ball. The headline
was “Beach Princess”. At first, I smiled, thinking I was in the newspaper. Then
I heard mom saying that everyone could see how little I worn. Then they would
see me lying on my tummy and everyone could see my bum. The newspaper called me
Princess! I could feel my heart beating fast.
I was not allowed to go out and play. Mommy was going around feeling sorry for
herself and wondering how many people saw the picture. Daddy told them that no
one would know it was me, as my face was not showing. The worse thing they
would say is a girl was humping a beach ball! This did not help the situation
as it made mommy cry and feel so ashamed.
I believed in Daddy when he said it would be forgotten a few days later. Then
this would be all over.
I learned at 10 that life can be unpredictable.
The newspaper printed pictures again, except this time they were the pictures
that dad took of me. This meant that people could see my face and me wearing
panties with a little bulge in them. Now it was my turn to feel sorry for
myself. Everyone could see it was me! Everyone could see it was a boy wearing
girl panties. The reaction to the photos was massive and the people were
divided. While many thought I was cute and brave for wearing panties, others
thought that it was wrong for a boy to wearing girl panties. I was showing too
much skin and my parents were trying to promote me as a sex object that men
would want to have sex with. My parents were accused of making me a sissy and
said I would be gay! Remember this was 1934 and it was serious allegations!
So now my mom and I were depressed and hoped the media would soon concentrate
on something else and people would forget about me and talk about something
else.
Mommy had a friend that was a priest. His name was Father Sullivan. He often
came and visited us. He heard Mom was depressed about the pictures and the
attention it got, so he came to visit. He was very nice to her and told her
that she was a good mom. She raised her two children as good Catholics and we
were behaved, smart and would be good when we grew up. He mentioned that it is
now a fact that I was nearly naked in a newspaper. This was not planned so she
is not a bad mom.
His hand was going through my curls. He told me I was a cherub. I thought he
was creepy as his hand went through my hair. What is a cherub?
Then it was my turn, he told me that I had to pray for strength for those that
did not like the pictures of me. He said God make me look so pretty, just like
a girl for a purpose, and I should never be ashamed how God made me. Was this
supposed to help me? He just said I looked like a girl!
When the priest went, at least mom was in a better mood.
Daddy came home soon after and was delighted to see mommy in a better mood. He
had a big pack with him. It was one of those huge cameras. It was the same one
that the man had at the beach. Mommy was mad as it cost a lot. Daddy told her
it was an investment. He told me that picture gave him an idea. He could take
pictures of me and sell them. Everyone thought I was cute and they may as well
earn money on how cute I was. This upset mom and said we should wait for things
die down.
Daddy told her she was silly and it could make me famous.
Daddy called me over and told me to sit on his knee. I have never done this
before so it was very weird sitting on his lap. He asked me if I wanted to be a
model. He explained he would take pictures of me and said that people would pay
to see them. I asked what about Kieran? This made Daddy laugh as he said I was
the cute one. At the same time, his hand was rubbing my bum and I could feel
something hard poking me. I was so confused. Why was Daddy rubbing my bum and
why would people buy pictures of me?
I didn’t know what to say. Dad told mom that we would be meeting an agent in a
few days. He would open the door to Hollywood
I was confused, but forgot everything when Kieran wanted to play a game.
***** Best Seller *****
Chapter Summary
     Shirley meets an agent as is now a model, which is popular with many
     men
Daddy called me over and told me to sit on his knee. I have never done this
before so it was very weird sitting on his lap. He asked me if I wanted to be a
model. He explained he would take pictures of me and said that people would pay
to see them. I asked what about Kieran? This made Daddy laugh as he said I was
the cute one. At the same time, his hand was rubbing my bum and I could feel
something hard poking under me. I was so confused. Why was Daddy rubbing my bum
and why would people buy pictures of me?
I didn’t know what to say. Dad told mom that we would be meeting an agent in a
few days. He would open the door to Hollywood
I was confused but forgot everything when Kieran wanted to play a game.
Mom tucked me in and prayed that God will protect me and our family would also
be safe and happy. It was a bit hard for me to sleep as I was thinking about
Dad taking pictures of me. Why would anyone even want to look at them? Why did
he want me to be in pictures and why not Kieran?
It was also hard to sleep as I could hear Mom and Dad argue. Dad was telling
her that I could be famous as the goal was that I would make millions as an
actor in films. The pictures were just to get me noticed! I would be secure for
life and I would be happy. Mom responded by saying I was too young to work, and
I would be exploited. What if I did make it and started making films? It would
mean a lot of work! What about my education? What would happen if I was told to
be in a film that promotes the devil? Mom thought we should pray about it
first.
We didn’t pray much as Dad told me a few days after that we were going to take
pictures. I was wearing an overall and my hair was not even brushed. I spent
the next hour playing with swings and monkey bars and finally in the sand. Dad
never told me what to do or how to pose; he just smiled and took one picture
after another one. The only thing he told me was to be natural. I didn’t have a
clue as to what this meant, so I just kept playing and in time I even forgot
the camera was there. This went on for a while; when at last Dad said it was a
wrap. That was another word I did not understand. I asked if I could continue
playing.
Dad worked all afternoon in the basement, where he had a dark room that he
could develop the pictures. After supper, he showed mom the pictures. She was
smiling and telling us how lovely the pictures looked. She said others could
see the joy of a child playing as if the child had no worries about the
depression or problems in life.
Dad smiled.
The next day, I had on some shorts and long socks as well as sandals and a
shirt. We were driving to Hollywood to see the agent. On the way, Dad was more
excited as I was. He told me to smile and look cute, to be polite and to do as
I was told. I smiled back at him. I was still confused about what an agent did
and why I had to speak with him.
As we came in his office, I coughed a bit as it smelled of cigar and ashtrays.
The room was dark with paint peeling off the walls and at some places, it
looked like the walls were sweating. The agent was a middle-aged man that was
bald. The bald patch shined, which I thought was funny. He obviously did not
know how to dress, as there were stains on his shirt and it was not tucked in.
It looked like his shaver was broken as his face was full of stubbles.
So this was an agent?
Dad and I sat on a chair which has newspapers as cushions. He looked at them
and then spoke to dad. “This boy is amazing, but there are thousands of boys
that are amazing in this town. There are several things you need to think about
and accept before we agree on anything….”
“As you can see Shirley has talent,.” My dad said.
“If talent was also enough, Hollywood would be different. I will be honest.
Your son was in the newspaper first when people thought he was a girl, and
people really started talking that he is feminine. If he had on different
clothes, you would not think he was a boy! This makes him special and could
make him a star!”
“I understand.” My dad said. I didn’t understand. He was saying I looked more
like a girl.
“I don’t think you understand,” he said, “Even his name is feminine. Shirley
come over and sit on my lap”
Without thinking I went over and sat on his lap. The agent told me his name was
Mr Gordon and he will open the doors of Hollywood for me. However, it will take
a lot of sacrifices. As he said this his hands were touching my thighs. He
continued telling me I would be doing things I liked and I did not like. He was
now unbuttoning my shorts and taking them off. My briefs soon followed so I was
now half naked. I was embarrassed as this felt so wrong. Dad was just looking
as he allowed this stranger to molest me. He was fondling my penis which was
now erect. I was breathing hard as there were strange feelings going through
me. Just as I was feeling all tickly in my body, he stopped and told me to put
my shorts on.
He told Dad, who by now was very silent, that there were two different sides of
Hollywood. One was the movies and living as a star. He could not promise I
would be a success and the odds were that I would never be famous. He could
guarantee I would be considered a sex object. I would be used like a whore, as
the big men in Hollywood would want to play with me. These same men would
promote this sexuality in films, so every man in the country dreamt about me.
Dad responded that to succeed, one needs to make sacrifices.
Mr Gordon finished by warning Dad that by signing a contract, he was selling my
body and soul to Hollywood. Nothing would save me from the dark sides of it,
not even my religion. He said the pictures were cute, but he must understand
that there had to be cute pictures and others. These pictures would wake people
up and tell them a new boy is in town.
Dad signed the contract.
On the way home, he told me not to say anything to mom, especially about
sitting on the man's lap half naked and being played with. This could only mean
one thing. It was a bad thing to do, and Dad didn’t stop the man from doing it
with me. Would Mom have stopped the agent from playing with my dick?
Nothing was said to mom except Mr Gordon was quite professional and told us the
chances of being a star were very slim. It would take a lot of work!
We started the day after. Dad now set a studio up in his basement. This time, I
was wearing swimming shorts and he was telling me how to pose. I didn’t mind
this, as I was pretending that I was at the beach. The swimming togs were like
the speedos that would be popular decades later, so I felt like I was half
naked. Dad was clicking one picture after another picture. It was still fun to
do, and I suppose this also because I was spending a lot of time with Dad. At
the end, he gave me a huge towel and he turned off the light, so it was darker.
Wrapped in a towel, I took the speedos off. I closed the towel around me so I
would not be naked. It fell slightly off as I put on my normal clothes. Dad
just took some pictures.
Over the next week, we continued taking pictures. There were the so-called cute
pictures where I looked like a normal boy. One set was of me cycling my bike
and another one was me baking. I was still confused about why people would want
to see these pictures. There were also pictures of me with fewer clothes on.
One set I remember is where I was dressed as Tarzan and was playing in the
forest with just a loincloth on. This was so fun, although I did not have any
muscles and was not like Tarzan. I was careful at the start, thinking the
loincloth would show my bum and dick. However, as time went by, I totally
forgot about it.
I had a rest for a few days while dad was developing the pictures. Then he went
to show them to the agent. I didn’t mind, as I did not want to be sitting on
anyone's knee while they played with me. So I stayed home with Kieran and
played some games.
I was in bed before Dad came home. He tiptoed into my room. He kneeled down
beside me and whispered. “He loved your pictures Shirley, but we need more that
will really be noticed. He gave me ideas, so I have shopped for what we need.
He told me that you had to show your girly side. I know it can be hard, but you
are a pretty cherub that many would just love to hug. I don’t want you to be
hurt or sad. However, you can be the most popular child in the country and what
parent would not want to help you to be famous and have no worries for the
future. There will be things that shock us and even be hard to do. There is an
old saying that the end justifies the means. So I guess we will just have to do
what is needed to get to the top”
I pretended I was asleep as Dad said all this. He kissed me on the lips for a
long time and then walked out. He did not even say goodnight to Kieran. I did
not understand a word he said. Would I be famous? What about Kieran? What did
he mean by being girly? There were so many things I did not understand. There
is one that I did understand was that I would always take care of Kieran!
The next day we were down in the basement again. This time I had some school
uniform on that were shorts and a shirt and a tie. Under Dad told me to wear
panties. I am not joking; he wanted me to wear girl’s panties! I didn’t put up
much of a fight, as I knew that no one would see them. I was wrong as he told
me to pretend I came home from school and slowly take off my clothes. I started
to protest that I didn’t want the world to see me in girl panties. This
frustrated Dad that said it does not hurt to see them and he doubted anyone
would really notice. I didn’t want to smile but put on my best smile as I
slowly took off my shirt and then pants. I could not believe this, but I was
now posing in panties. Then he said he needed more of a bulge in my panties. He
told me to jerk off a bit. I looked him confused and he then laughed that I
never tried it before.
He lowered his trousers where he showed me his dick. I was in shock as it was a
huge dick. He started rubbing his dick back and forth and it got bigger and
bigger. He told me to do the same. I lowered my hand to my dick and rubbed back
and forth. This must not have been good enough because he told me he would show
me. He held my dick and started rubbing it. It soon became big and he got the
tent in the panties that he wanted.
Then he told me to go to the wall. I did this and there was a dress. I picked
it up and looked at it. It was a light blue dress with a white apron. I was
told to smile while I looked at it. Who would smile looking at a dress? I put
the best smile I could on me. Dad said cute and clicked some pictures. Then he
told me to put the dress on. I totally refused and this made Dad mad! I was
told to do it for the family and he knew it was a sacrifice, but it would make
so many people happy. I think I had a tear in my eye as I put it on. Then he
took more pictures of me in the dress while I was holding a teddy bear.
He was done with the pictures, and I just wanted to go upstairs to Mom and
Kieran. Dad warned me not to say what we done. Why did I always have to keep
secrets from mom?
I was silent that night and mom asked if I was sad. I did not say a word. Then
she asked me was I tired of being a model. I was about to say yes, but Dad told
me to sit on his knee. He asked me once again did I want to be famous and help
the family? I nodded and told mom that I was happy. It was fun being a model. I
would make many people happy.
A month later, Dad came home with a big smile on his face. He said that they
made a book out of the pictures that we done, and the book was now at the top
of the best-seller list. This meant dad was a success as a photographer and I
was a model that was number one on the bestseller list.
The next day… Mom, Kieran and I were walking downtown. A lot of people were
looking at me and some even pointed their finger. Is it because they had the
book?
I soon found out when Kieran asked me was that me in the bookstore window. It
was a life-size cardboard photo of me standing in panties and looking at the
dress. It showed my chest and it showed the bulge in my panties. It looked like
I was admiring a dress. The books were around it and I blushed as I read the
title was “A sissy diary”
Father Sheehan suddenly stood there and told mom that at first, he thought it
was a girl, but he noticed the tent in the panties and then he knew it was me.
He asked me did I really admire the dress. I did not say anything. He looked at
mom and said this book promoted nudity and a boy being a sissy. He was not so
sure he would approve. Mom was staring at the picture in shock and did not
answer. Father Sheehan told her not to worry, he would visit soon.
When we got home, Mom sat down and looked at the book. She was moaning and
groaning while she looked at it, whispering “Dear God”. When Dad came home, mom
was very mad at him, saying these pictures were Satanic, as they showed me in
panties, not only looking at the dress with a hard-on but wanting to wear the
dress. There were pictures of me in speedos, baggy shorts and even panties
where my balls and dick could be seen when I spread my legs. She was screaming
that you could see everything with the loincloth! The pictures were immoral and
wrong.
Dad explained the pictures were art, like old painters done. Mom was mad and
this meant an argument started. Kieran and I were there for the first hour, but
as it grew late, we decided to go to bed.
The arguing became worse and I felt guilty that I was in these pictures. I was
a sinner!
Dad came in and asked was I awake. I nodded and he said, people must have loved
me, as the book was on the best-seller list. His hand was now under my blanket
and he was doing the same as the agent done. He was fondling my dick and
rubbing it back and forth. I looked at him confused. Dad just told me to enjoy
it as he was giving me a massage. It did not feel good in my mind, but it felt
good in my body. I was breathing harder and harder until at the end I was
shaking.
Dad then asked if I could give him a massage. He took out his dick which by now
was huge and very stiff. I didn’t know what to do. He told me to lick it and
use my mouth. I did just that. I put his dick in my mouth and started massaging
it with my mouth. I do not know if I liked it or not. I did know it was strange
having someone’s dick in my mouth. Were boys even supposed to do it? Did Kieran
do it? Dad was calling me a cocksucker and sissy and faggot. I did not
understand any of these. At the end, he said he was coming. I wanted to know
where he was coming. Then he peed in my mouth. I started tearing up thinking of
it and spit it out. He told me it was not pee, it was his love juice.
After that Dad sat beside my bed and cried. I never saw him cry before. He told
me that since he seen the half nude pictures of me, I reminded him of a girl
with a dick and he wanted to have sex with me. He whimpered as he said many men
were now masturbating as they looked at my sexy pictures. He told me he was
sorry for corrupting me. I asked for a glass of water because I had a strange
taste in my mouth.
Dad went out, but he said at the door that I was invited to a Hollywood party
He did not say goodnight to Kieran.
***** Hollywood Pizza *****
Chapter Summary
     Shirley goes to a Pizza party in Hollywood, where he is on the menu
After I sucked Dad, he sat beside my bed and cried. I never saw him cry before.
He told me that since he seen the half nude pictures of me, I reminded him of a
girl with a dick and he wanted to have sex with me. He whimpered as he said
many men were now masturbating as they looked at my sexy pictures. He told me
he was sorry for corrupting me. I asked for a glass of water because I had a
strange taste in my mouth.
Dad went out, but he said at the door that I was invited to a Hollywood pizza
party
He did not say goodnight to Kieran.
I was so excited about the pizza party. Dad told me that the people there seen
my book, and they thought I was a star and wanted to meet me. I wondered what a
Hollywood party was like, was it looking at a new movie, or was it with lots of
clowns and pizza. Would there be boys my age? I was 10 but had very few
friends. Maybe I would get some friends at the party. It was a shame that
Kieran was not allowed to go.
Mom put me in a suit, which I hated as it had a tie that I felt like choking on
it. The suit was black and I was thinking how I would eat pizza! Mom was
brushing my hair as she told me this party had many stars and important people
at it. It was an honour that I have been invited, and remember to be a polite
boy and not disgrace the family. I smiled at mom and said I would not get in
any trouble. Then mom talked about all the stars I could meet. It was obvious
that she wanted to be there herself. I felt so lucky that it was me, although I
knew they all seen pictures of me in the book. What would they think of me that
I wore a dress and there were naked pictures in the book. I hoped they would
not tease me.
Daddy drove me to the huge mansion where the party was going to be held. We met
the agent outside the gates. He told me this would not do at all. He was
talking about the way I was dressed. He looked up and down and sighed asking
himself who would remember me wearing these clothes. He told me to get
stripped. This was embarrassing as it was on the side of the street. He gave me
some panties; so once again, I had a pair of girl panties on. I was also to
wear white cotton tights. Then I wore some denim shorts that were cut and I had
a sailor top on with a sailor scarf. To finish me off he put a bracelet on my
hand. I am glad I had no mirror as I would cry. Remember this was 1934; no boys
went around wearing torn denim shorts or wearing tights. With my long curly
hair, I probably looked more like a girl than a boy.
There were a lot of people at the party. Funny enough they were all men. There
were also a few boys and girls. The boys were dressed in suits, others were in
shorts and even a few were in swimming shorts. The girls had dresses on that
was very short and some were even in panties! This was going to be some strange
party.
A man took my hand and smiled. Dad was whisked away by the agent telling Dad to
let me do my work. This caused me to get a small anxiety attack as I did not
know what my job was! I found out that the man was the owner of the studio. He
picked me up in his arms and told me I was surely a wonder of God. I was both a
sexy boy and a pretty girl. Once again I wanted to cry at someone calling me a
girl. He must have seen my watery tears because he told me that he was not
teasing me and it was actually a blessing that I looked so…. Unisex.
The man's name, who was Mr Short, was the owner of a Hollywood studio. He
presented me to the others, “the cute boy we all seen in the best-selling
book... the boy who looks prettier than any girl in a dress”. I put on my best
smile and looked around at the others.
It was strange. The boys and girls were clinging to old men. It seemed like
they were wearing less and fewer clothes. Some boys and girls were wearing see-
through togas. Some were sitting on men's laps while the men's hands were all
over the children. I even saw a girl on her knees behind some statue. She was
obviously doing the same as I did with dad. She was sucking some mans thing.
Was that her dad's thing in her mouth?
What sort of party was this?
Where was the pizza?
Mr Short put me down and told me to go around and meet some people. I walked
around and felt like I was alone in some movie. I recognised some men and some
children from the movies, so it seemed strange that they were all in the same
place. There was one actor who was Cowboy Jones, but it seemed so strange to
see him in swimming trunks and not a gun or even a hat.
I finally found my dad. He was at the bar drinking. I ran up and gave him a
hug. He asked me did I ever imagine so many rich and famous people in one
place. I whispered in his ear that they surely should have enough money to buy
more clothes. Dad could see how funny this was. He told me about the famous
people there, and who they were. There were directors and actors, as well as
producers (whatever they were). I asked Dad why the children were crawling over
the old men, and some of them even kissing? Dad did not answer but told me to
taste some of his cocktail. It tasted quite strange. I was not happy he avoided
my question, so I told him I saw a girl suck a man. Dad told me she was one of
Hollywood’s sluts and whores, and just wanted to please men.
More words that I did not know.
He told me to go swimming. I told him I had no bathing suit. Dad smiled and
said just wear panties. I tried to protest but he gave me a stern look and I
knew it was a waste of time arguing with him.
I met the girl that sucked the man earlier. She was just wearing panties as
well. She was a girl, so there was nothing weird about that… or was there? I
thought that mom always said it was rude to walk around the house just in
undies and I should be properly dressed when people saw me. Yet at this party,
people were half naked and doing things that must be forbidden.
“You are staring at me,” she said
She told me that her name was Lourdes and she was going to be famous. I smiled
and said that my dad wanted me to be famous and I was in some book people buy
and look at. She said she saw the pictures and I was very pretty. This made me
blush, so I told her I seen her suck a man. This made her giggle.
“There are films where I have sex with men,” she told me proudly. “I am only 9
but men like having sex with me. I do not know how much I like it. It is, in
fact, embarrassing that there are films with me doing those things.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I want to be famous. To be famous you have to do things that you do not want
to. You have to make these men believe that they can use your body the way they
want. You have to be a slut and a whore. If you do this, they will like you and
you can be famous.”
“I do not know what a whore is. I did suck Dad which I did not like a lot”
“First,” She whispered, “never tell who you been with. Never tell which man
molested you. I think you will be one of the Hollywood whores, as you are so
pretty. It is harder for a boy, but I am sure you will make many so happy”
I am not so sure I wanted to suck any more or even be famous. I had no problem
just being with Kieran. I felt safe when we played! I was not so confused and
scared. I asked Lourdes if her priest ever got mad because she was a Hollywood
whore. I whispered that I was sure that God did not like it. This made Lourdes
laugh and say who cares about God.
She told me that she had to show me something. She took my hand and we skipped
through the house dripping wet. We went down to the basement which was very
dark. It had an altar and there was a red star in front of it. There were red
candles everywhere. Behind the stage had a statue of what looked like to be a
goat standing up. There was also a cross that was upside down. I told her that
it was scary.
 
“God maybe does not like what we do, but our dark lord does. While God controls
earth, Satan is the boss in Hollywood. There is no need to be scared, as he is
not evil like anyone says he is. Our Lord thinks there is no sin, and the
reason why we live is to be happy. I am a child of Satan and will do anything
for him.”
I looked around trying not to be so afraid. I suppose I could consider it like
a cave full of adventure… and a goat that can stand.
Lourdes went quiet for the first time since we met. She said she had to ask me
something, but it was hard. “I do not really have any friends. I know I make
men happy, but they like my body. Would you… I mean… do you mind… would you be
my friend?”
I heard Dad calling.
I told her I had no friends either, except Kieran. We could be best friends!
This made her smile and say that she never was happy.
Before I left her, I asked, “You said that men like you being a whore and men
like sex with you. You never said if you liked it”
Lourdes did not answer.
Dad called again.
I ran up to him. He was speaking with Mr Fallen who was the top director in
Hollywood.
“So here he is!” Mr Fallen said as I gave dad a kiss. He told Dad that the
pictures did me no justice; I was a real princess in person. I wanted to pout
as he called me a princess, but I just smiled. For the next 20 minutes, he was
talking how pretty I was and how nice my body was as well as how nice my skin
was. The way he was looking at me was very strange. He was looking at me like I
was something on a shelf in a shop. Lourdes was right. Men did all the talking
and did not care what I was thinking. His hands started feeling me all over and
once again I had to hear how nice my skin was.
“So princess, do you want to play some games with me?” He asked.
I did not have time as his hand went down to my dick and smiled and said that
my dick wanted to play. I looked at Dad and tried to move back. He held on to
my dick and promised me I would have some fun. Dad looked worried, but he told
me in a low voice to go with the man.
The man took my hand and we went into a bedroom with a strange bed. The bed was
in the shape of a heart. He started to strip and was soon beside me. He asked
was I gay or was looking like a sissy just an act? I just looked up at him with
confused eyes. I told him I was only ten. Then he said I must be a virgin
prostitute, but he was proud that he would introduce me to my destiny. He told
me to take this tablet that would help as well as a cocktail drink. While I was
drinking, I started to feel comfier and very weird, as if I was on a pink
cloud. I told him all about my family and how they wanted me to be famous.
While I was doing this, he was feeling my skin and telling me how beautiful I
was. He was breathing in a strange way. Before I knew it he had me pinned me
down as he started to kiss me. His tongue was in my mouth and at times it was
hard to breathe. Still, I didn’t mind kissing, although he was a man. So we
tumbled around in bed as we kissed and his hands were all over my body. I was
thinking that he must be a lonely man!
Then he asked me if I could suck him. He said it would make him very happy. So
I stumbled down on my knees and felt his dick with my hands. It was not as big
as Dads, but I started licking the sides and wondered how my tongue felt on
him. Within no time, my mouth surrounded his dick and I was going back and
forth. I began to lick as the thing grew in my mouth and Mr Fallen was groaning
and moaning. He was, of course, telling me how good of a cocksucker I was,
especially as a starter.
“I knew he would be one of our whores!” a voice said. I jumped as Mr Short came
in. He asked, “If the faggot whore” was good. Then he was invited to join in
the fun. I felt so embarrassed as I went back to sucking, while Mr. short got
naked and was now putting some cold cream on my bum. Without asking, I felt a
huge pain in my bum and felt something like a log go in it. I could not turn my
head to look as there was a dick in my mouth, but when Mr Small said my boy
pussy was tight, I knew that his cock was in me. So this was sex and it hurt so
much. I didn’t want to admit it, but after a few minutes, the cock in my bum
started to feel good. It was like it hit something nice once in a while.
Mr Fallen squirted into my mouth and I still thought it tasted vile so I spit
it out. I heard him say I should swallow, but it was hard to understand as Mr
Small was also cumming in me. The two men lay down and lit a cigarette. Once in
a while, they would put it in my mouth, which made me choke to death. They were
pleased with the sex and still kept telling me how beautiful I was and they
wanted to see me again.
I ran out to Dad and sat on his lap. He asked me did I have fun, but I said I
did not want to talk about it. He must have felt something run down from my
leaking bum as a tear came to his eye and he said that he did not believe that
he sold his boy to some pedos. Dad did manage to tell me that I was to keep
everything a secret.
When we came home, I rested on the sofa. Mom asked me how the party was and I
said it was fun but there was no pizza! Dad was saying that it could be the
last party we went to, as I was only 10 and should not worry about fame or
working. Mom did not understand the sudden change in Dads attitude. I think I
did. Dad had second thoughts about the price I had to pay if I wanted to be
famous.
I was split. I did not know I wanted to be in films or not. I don’t think I had
a choice. My job was to do as adults wanted me to do. They had the wisdom to
know my place in the world. They knew if I was supposed to be a prostitute,
then they would know. The only thing that I thought was that I would never see
Lourdes again and she was a new friend.
Mom said that fame was not the most important goal to have. It was false and a
dangerous path for a God fearing person to be on.
I fell asleep but woke up when I heard Dad on the phone. “Yes, he will be
there. Thank you for this job!”
***** Curly Top *****
Chapter Summary
     Hollywood offers Shirley his first job, doing a shampoo ad.
I was split. I did not know if I wanted to be in films or not. I don’t think I
had a choice. My job was to do as adults wanted me to do. They had the wisdom
to know my place in the world. They knew if I was supposed to be a prostitute.
The only thing that I thought was that I would never see Lourdes again.
Mom said that fame was not the most important goal to have. It was false and a
dangerous path for a God fearing person to be on.
I fell asleep but woke up when I heard Dad on the phone. “Yes, he will be
there. Thank you for this job!”
There was excitement around the house and the all the talk about that I should
forget about Hollywood was forgotten. I did not really understand what fame
was. I just knew so far that men wanted to play with my body. It was the same
with that girl I met. She even allowed men to have sex with her on films. Being
famous meant that men in Hollywood wanted to have sex, and we were just to say
yes. I was not allowed to talk about it.
Did mom know?
The old sweaty man who was my agent visited one day to tell about the job I
had. I stayed close to Mom as I did not want to be near him.
“There are a few things to discuss. First Shirley has got a job to be in an
advertisement. It will be a large campaign, so we are quite lucky.”
“What will the ad be for?” Asked mom
“It's for shampoo.”
“I do not think that will be wise…”
“Of course it is. Anything that gives him exposure is great. It is an easy job.
He just has to sit in a bathtub and smile. “
“I suppose he can do that”
“It is huge exposure and I expect that movie offers will be coming in. So the
studio is offering Shirley a place at the studio school.”
“We have to think about that,” Mom said.
“It’s already decided. When you signed the contract, you gave the studio the
right to decide many things. Another thing is not to cut his hair. Many think
he looks like a girl, and we want to see what people think.”
“What do you mean think?”
“We want to know if they think Shirley is a boy or girl!”
When the Agent went, Mom and Dad started arguing. Mom was mad because Dad
signed the contract that gave the studio a say in everything. Now I would be
going to their school and they wanted to know what people thought If I was a
boy or not. Mom was worried what they would do. Would people believe I was a
girl? Dad said everyone could see I was a boy in the book. This did not impress
Mom. Finally, Dad said they should not fight when I was there. He suggested we
drive down to the shop and buy a cake to celebrate.
We drove downtown and found a place where they sold cakes. The baker was a
happy man that showed us all his cakes. He was smiling as he said that I was
pretty and behaved girl. He loved my curls! He told me to come behind the
counter where I could help him pick a cake. Despite the fact that he called me
a girl, I smiled and went back to him. He lifted me up and I was looking at the
different cakes. I could also feel him pressing against my bum. I felt his
thing poking and smiled, thinking it was good I was wearing clothes. He
whispered in my ear that he would love me in a dress the next time I came. He
was now breathing strange, so I quickly picked out a cake.
On the way home, Dad stopped the car in a wooded area. He said he wanted to
have a chat as lots were happening lately,
“It seems likes lots of men likes you.” He started.
I nodded.
“Some thinks you are a girl. I notice that you do not protest when people say
you’re a girl. I think this is the best, Let them think what they will think.”
I nodded
“If they want to have sex with you, let them if you get something for it. Like
if it gives you a role in a film or something”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Dad was telling me to use my body to get parts in
films. Of course, I was not allowed to tell mom or anyone. I was just to smile
and wait until someone else wanted to use me. I started to think if Dad loves
me or just loved my body.
He took out his dick and told me I could suck it as a treat, so I leaned over
and slowly jerked it with my hands. Then I slowly put his dick in my mouth and
started sucking it. He moved his hand behind my bum and started feeling it. He
said he was happy I was enjoying it and I was a great cocksucker! I could not
answer as his cock was filling my mouth. I suppose this was a way of him
telling me that he loved me. He loved me especially when he squirted in my
mouth. It tasted salty and bitter, but I did my job and swallowed as I was
told.
When we came home, we ate the cake. I forgot all about being famous and being a
Hollywood whore as I sat next to Kieran. I felt sad that Dad did not love him
as much as he loved me. We played with his toy cars. I quickly forgot about
ambitions, making people happy and what fame was, and had fun with Kieran.
Father Sheehan came for a visit. He was in a good mood, telling my mother the
book of me was now taken down from the shelves. He was sure that people who
owned it would have it hidden someplace on their shelves. No one would notice
me anymore. Mom smiled at this and told the priest I would be in an
advertisement. The priest took my hand as I was playing with Kieran and put me
on his lap. He wasn’t happy that I sat on one leg, he moved me so I sat in the
middle of his lap. I think I knew why. I could feel a huge lump under him. He
told me to make my parents proud of me, and do my best when I was doing the ad.
I nodded my head as I squirmed around on his lap. It didn’t help, no matter how
I sat; I felt his lump poking me.
The next day, I dressed in shorts and a sailor shirt and Dad drove me to the
Hollywood school. There were only a few other children there. When I saw
Lourdes there, I smile and sat down next to her. She was also happy to see me
and gave me a hug.
The teacher's name was Mr Briggs. He looked at me and asked if I was boy or
girl. I told him I was, of course, a boy. This made him smile and ask was I
sure. Nothing much happened at school. I thought the other boys would tease me,
but they were just as friendly as the Lourdes. I talked a lot with one boy
whose name was Shane. I saw him in a film before, but that did not bother me. I
thought he was still nice.
At lunchtime, it was Lourdes, Shane and I that played together. When we were
eating lunch, Shane told me how hard it was being a child star. He said movies
were hard, as a scene had to be taken so many times and directors get quickly
annoyed. Even in public, people did not look at his personality. They looked at
him as a child star. He was supposed to be cute and smile. I was shocked when
Shane said he could not wait until he was older, as then Hollywood would not
want him.
I wanted to ask him about men but was too afraid to.
When I came home, I played with Kieran-. He was full of questions. Did I do
well at school? Did I meet other children? Were they nice? Was there a
playground? I told him what I was like, and a shame he could not go to the same
school. I also told him it was hard being famous. He smiled and said he would
never wear a dress to be in some book. I really wanted to tell him that was
easy part. The hard part is when people ask you if you’re a boy or girl, and
just want your body!
That night, Mom tucked me in bed. We said prayers that God would bless
everyone.
As I was trying to sleep, Dad came in and showed me his dick. He told me that
he knew what I had to do. I sat up on the bed and started sucking his cock. I
was half asleep, so I was hoping he would cum as quick as he could. I found out
that he moaned a lot more if I rubbed his balls at the same time. Kieran must
have heard this as he asked what the noise was. Dad told him in a strange voice
to go back to sleep. Thank God it was dark and it was also good that Dad
squirted so quickly. I was swallowing it while he said good night to me.
The next day, Dad drove me to the studio. Mr Gordon (our agent) was there with
another man, who was the photographer. I was also presented to Mr Seville who
would be my assistant. I didn’t even know what an assistant was, so I asked
what Mr Seville did. They all laughed and I was told to follow Mr Seville to
the changing room.
I was so happy to see Lourdes there. She was also happy saying that she waited
two years to do something like this. I suppose I was very lucky that I was
offered this job so soon. Mr Seville told me it was time to get changed. I
smiled thinking of what should I be wearing in a shampoo ad. Lourdes assistant
was slowly taking her clothes off. She was soon naked like the first time I saw
her. I still could feel my heart beating harder as I looked how beautiful she
was. Her skin looked so soft and her pussy looked so pretty as it had fat small
lips. I was distracted by Mr Seville that started taking off my clothes.
“The studio sure knows how to find them. Look at this one with his cute curls
and dimples. He is a boy… look at his cute clit!” He started fondling me. I
looked at his face as he was feeling my dick. He called it a clit. That must be
another name for it. I looked over and Lourdes had her assistants cock in her
mouth while he was calling her lots of names. She had her eyes closed and I
could see the shape of his dick at times through her cheek. I also felt my
assistant’s finger enter my bum. I let out a moan and wonders if Dad knew what
was going on. He was in another room most likely drinking some wine. Mr Seville
said that I was properly trained for Hollywood, as I surrended my body. It did
feel good with his finger in me, but embarrassing that my best friend Lourdes
could see some man I didn’t know molesting me.
A knock came at the door, in which they said 5 minutes. This upset the two men
that were playing with us- One assistant started to put panties on Lourdes. He
told my assistant I would look cute in panties. I wanted to protest when I saw
white panties with red hearts. Mr Seville told me that I would be sitting in a
tub, so no one would know. Lourdes and I had matching panties on.
We were led to a big warehouse with a tub set up in the middle. They told us to
sit in the tub in the middle. We were told to get in the tub while someone put
Shampoo in our hair. The next hour was us smiling in the water and splashing
water at each other. The photographer was not happy. He told my assistant that
he needed to see my curls. I needed to look more feminine. So my hair was
rinsed and then dried. This was not good enough. He told the assistant to put
something in the tub so we were higher. He wanted to see our nipples.
“While they are small girls, and are flat as could be, we may as well show them
to the world.” So we sat on some blocks that were put in the bathtub. We smiled
once again and the photographer said it was still not good enough. He told us
to take off our panties. It's more normal to bathe naked. No one complained. I
noticed he was taking pictures of us when we were taking off our panties. He
took a few more pictures. Somewhere we were looking at each other's privates
and more of us splashing water. Then he asked me to lean over and wash Lourdes'
hair. My heart was beating quickly as I carefully done this.
The pictures of the ad were done. He told us the studio needed some private
pictures. I looked around to see Dad was slumped over a table with a beer in
his hand. We did not have a chance to answer as he told me to stand up. When I
done this, he told Lourdes to suck me. She was so used to doing what she was
told that she slowly put my dick in her mouth
Click- Click
So this is what it felt like to be sucked. Her lips were so soft and a wet
sensation massaged my dick as she played around it with her tongue. Instinct
made me hold her head and move as close to her mouth as possible, as I told her
I was happy she was my best friend. It felt so nice, but that must be because
it was her doing it. The photographer was calling us hot sluts as he kept
taking pictures from different angles. I looked at Dad; he was too busy looking
at a magazine.
I felt my whole body shake and it felt like I wanted to pee, but nothing came
out. I was so exhausted. The photographer told us that was all for today and
went back to the changing room. The assistants asked did we have fun. We just
smiled at each other and looked at our clothes. Lourdes assistant told her that
they had to finish the fun that he started with before we had to work. My
assistant didn’t say anything. He pushed me on my back and raised my legs. Then
I felt his dick in my bum. It was big and it hurt as he put it. He was grunting
as I closed my eyes as much as possible to avoid the pain. He told me to accept
his dick. I nodded my head. Then he wanted me to talk rudely to him. This was
something that I did not want to do so I just spread my legs a lot. It didn’t
bother him. He told me that I was a sissy and a faggot. I glanced over at
Lourdes and seen her get fucked as well. She was smiling, but I saw a tear come
down her face. My assistant moaned as he squirted in my bum.
I was about to get up, but then the photographer was there. He asked if the
bitch boy was ready for more. I did not have a chance to answer as I had the
second cock was in my boy pussy. This is what a Hollywood whore was like… to be
shared and used. I started to like his cock in me, as my body surrendered to
him. I met his thrusts as he moved back and forth. He told everyone I was the
best fuck he had in a while. He did not last long, as he spermed in me.
We were finished for the day. On the way home, Dad told me I did a good job. I
smiled and shown them my charm. I also did what they told me, in other words,
let them play with me. He warned me not to tell anyone.
Mom gave me a hug and asked how the day was. I told her it was very hard but
mostly fun. I also admitted that I found a new friend, and she was now my best
friend, although she was a girl. I sat down next to mom and we listened to
music on the radio. I was once again just a normal child. When the ad was made
public, everyone would know me, so I enjoyed cuddling with mom. I wanted to
tell her everything. I wanted to tell her about seeing Lourdes naked, about the
photos and being a whore. I just shut my mouth and was her child.
A week or so after, my mom was reading the newspaper, “Your ad is in the
newspaper!”
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