Randy pressed the button, and everything went black for just a moment. He cursed to himself, wondering what he'd done now. Maybe he'd destroyed the power grid for Los Angeles with that button, or just shut off the lights in the studio. Then the lights came back on just as the curse escaped his lips.
"Whoa there. Remember the FCC there, miss potty-mouth." Dave said, glancing over to his producer. Randy turned his head, feeling the brush of hair glancing against his cheek and neck and feeling suddenly very embarassed. He turned to his right, seeing Dave staring at him curiously.
"Sorry?" Randy said in Winona's voice. His eyes moved down, seeing the cute perky breasts hidden beneath the cream-colored dress and feeling his legs crossed, bare beneath the cool satiny fabric. He had somehow become Winona. He wanted to fuck her, not be her !!!
"Hey, that's ok. We'll just edit it out." Dave said, smiling as Randy moved Winona's hands over her chest and down her stomach. This body felt so weird, yet so good. He'd never felt tits from the inside, but these weren't too bad. Just brushing against them made him flush, causing him to get excited in ways he'd never felt before.
Dave tried to continue the interview, but it was no use. Randy had no idea what she was there to promote, and didn't really care anyway. Truthfully, he could only think about two things: getting out of her body and getting back into it in a different way. And the only way that was going to happen was to get the remote back. Randy looked over at the seat where he'd been sitting, but couldn't see if the remote was still there or not.
After the disasterous interview, Randy stepped uneasily off-stage, apologizing as he was escorted back to his dressing room. He couldn't get out to the seats until after the show was finished taping, whihc would take a while since they had to stretch out an interview with MTV's Carson Daly to cover for Winona's "illness."
Changing out of the dress, Randy took a few moments to soak in Winona's naked body. She'd never been naked in movies, and he'd always wondered what she looked like nude. It was better than he'd hoped. While she was short, she was perfectly proportioned with breasts to die for. Not too large, but definitely not too small. "Just right," he thought, cupping them in her petite little hands and staring into the mirror with her huge brown eyes.
Getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt that left her midriff bare, Randy waited patiently until the audience left the studio and crept barefoot out to the seats. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he leaned over the railing and saw in the seat...
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