Not sure what I was thinking. Why in the world did I think I could be an extra in a movie? A porn flick, for crying out loud! It wasn't like I was drunk. Or that my friends challenged me. Didn't even lose a bet. I just thought I looked good enough to get my three seconds on the white screen.

I have been told a few times that I looked good. I do work out a lot. Have a six pack to prove it. And with my buzz cut I look pretty manly. And in my fantasy the star in the movie would like my looks and fall in love with me. Little did I know that I would be the star…

Ok, let me backup a bit. I have been doing some modeling. One gig, I mean, because I'm not really tall enough for repeat occurrences in clothing catalogs. But my agent, I mean the person that got me the one gig, knew about the film being made, and their need for an extra that was good looking and not too tall. Me!

I was a bit disappointed about the location though. Not a big set, I guess. And although the house was big, on an acres wide property, it wasn't like a mansion or a castle. Low cost probably, because my fee wouldn't break the bank. But my name would be on the credits. I think.

They were pretty efficient though. There was a study right next to the entrance, and they had my contract ready. But first I had to fill in a questionnaire, with the weirdest questions. But I figured it was to determine if I would limit myself in certain sexual circumstances, so I had some fun with it. I'd do anything to see my name on the credits.

Okay, let me take that back slightly. I was not really into domination and stuff where they would play pain based games, so I checked that off. But things like sex machines, penetration, latex, leather and feminization didn't bother me. I've experimented once with anal play, so a dildo in my ass didn't bother me. Neither did blow jobs, loved to get them.

I hesitated a bit when a question was about sex with animals, but I always liked seeing pictures of girls surrounded by tentacles that would fill them up, so I marked my favorite animal as an octopus. A question later on asked if I had pets, which I don't, because of the apartment rules, but I definitely wished for having a dog, you know, man's best friend.

One particular question was about my availability in case I was needed for more appearances, and I answered as long as needed. I was told one appearance would pay three grand, which would pay nicely for my new gaming computer, I figured. They needed some time to digest my answers, then adapted the contract to reflect the multi-appearance option, and I simply signed at all the X's.

Next was my wardrobe. I had to take off all my clothes. Even my fitness ring and the little diamond in my earlobe. It all went into my locker, with my clothes and my wallet. I sort of felt uncomfortable, being naked in front of the lady helping me get dressed, but heck, naked was what they were selling.

She didn't blink an eye indeed, although I think she appreciated my build, but she didn't like the hair on my legs. Or my small goatee. And definitely not the hair in my groin. She gave me cream to lather all over my body, and I had to wait for five minutes, as she took care of my facial hair. By the time she was done, my skin felt like it was burning and I was glad she sent me into a shower.

So yes, all my body hair was gone, which was a bit of getting used to, but in the mirror I noticed right away that it did bring attention to my muscled chest and my six pack waist. My naked manhood not so much, but I guess that's why I'm an extra.

I was pleasantly surprised when there was a smooth, shiny black rubberlike bodysuit waiting for me, and the lady held some device that kept the neck of the suit open, so that I could step in, as there were no zippers at all. I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't very tight on me, but I quickly forgot about that as she started touching me in my crotch, until my dick was shoved in some sleeve, and something was pushed in my rear. Apparently so I could go to the bathroom without having to take the suit off.

Next I had to push my arms through and in the end only my hands, feet and head were sticking out of my black skin. Not for long apparently as there was a hood attached to the suit in the back of my neck, and in one move the lady pulled it over my head, covering my face and chin and the rest of my neck. “Open up”, she said, and shocked as I was, I did as told and opened my mouth.

It felt like rubber covering my teeth and lips, but at least it allowed me to breathe, even with the mask fully covering my face. I couldn't see a thing, but the lady was working on massaging my ears through a dedicated hole, so I figured my eyes would come next. When my ears popped through I could hear again, though slightly muffled, so I guess they were still covered by the rubbery material.

After she had me sit down, I could feel her pull some boots over my feet, which put my feet under an awkward angle. Then she covered my hands in some rubbery gloves and I realized that all my skin would be covered by now. It was sort of cool, I thought, but I had some problems moving my hands in the tight gloves.

“One more thing”, she said, “hold your breath”. And as I sucked my lungs full I heard a click, and some machine started humming. And in seconds I could feel the suit shrinking around me. It was sucking a vacuum between my skin and the suit, and I could only think how brilliant that was.

When the humming stopped and I could exhale, I realized my waist remained the size it was while holding my breath, and it was a bit uncomfortable breathing, like I was wearing a corset. “Don't worry”, she said, “you'll get used to it. It will take a bit before you get your eyesight back, in the meantime I'll work on your lips. Just relax.”

Relaxing is not easy, when you can't see what's going on around you, and when I felt a series of pinches in my lips I wanted her to stop, but I couldn't talk either. The rubber material in my mouth kept my teeth mostly together, and so were my lips. I could breathe through them but not much more. I started panicking.

“Hush, hush”, she soothed me, “it's just a costume. We don't want your real face on camera, now do we?” She was right of course, I was an extra, but I would be filmed. And this was just a fun thing, not a career path. So better not have people recognize me. And I calmed down, even though it felt like my lips were swelling.

Something else was swelling as well, as I heard the machine humming again. And I could feel weight starting to pull down from my chest. I wanted to feel, but my gloves didn't cooperate. I still couldn't move my fingers, but my hand bumped into something on my chest that wasn't there before.

“Hold on darling”, I heard, “you're turning out beautiful, our audience will really like you. Just your hair to do still.” And as the humming stopped, she started pulling on my hood on top of my head. Soon that seemed to be done as well, and she started massaging my eye sockets.

It wasn't unpleasant but it felt weird. But suddenly I saw a first glimpse of light. A minute later I could look through two very tiny holes, but at least I wasn't blind anymore. And as she moved a tall mirror into my eyesight, my mouth dropped open, had it been possible.

The woman I saw in the mirror had to be me. Her skin was shiny black rubber, incredibly tight, and I didn't know what disturbed me more. The two, full size breasts on my chest, barely contained by the rubber suit, or so it seemed. Or the large red lips that, had they been on any other woman, I would consider them cock suckers. Or the beautiful, almond shaped eyes, that looked so real, but clearly couldn't be.

Then I noticed the high, red-haired, ponytail sprouting out from a hole somewhere on top of my head, and hanging down almost to my shoulders. I loved ponytails like this on a woman, and it made my overall look very feminine. As I lifted my hand to touch my face, my head, another shock hit me.

Where my hand should be, my arm continued, ending in what I could only call a tentacle. The tip moved as I tried to move my fingers, and a sudden thought hit me. These tips could easily be mistaken for a freak dick. They turned me into a freak! Or was it because I had marked that I liked tentacle play?

In a sudden move I tried to get up and almost toppled over. I could feel myself stand on the tip of my toes, but even my feet looked like they were replaced by tentacles. It felt like there was some support under my heels, but I saw nothing, I simply stood on the tip of a tentacle. I carefully made a step and I felt like a ballerina on her tippy toes.

The woman in the mirror was struggling as much as I was, but standing there in her full length I could only conclude she was beautiful. Sleek and shiny, unnatural maybe, but she oozed sexiness. And suddenly it hit me. I was an extra yes, but not as the decent looking guy I thought I was. But as a sexy monster girl. I would love to see me in a sexy film. No one would ever know there was a guy inside.

“Like your looks, Ten?” I had completely forgotten about the woman who had helped me put the costume on, but she moved close to me, so I saw her in the mirror as well. In her four inch heels she was about as tall as me, but thanks to my ponytail I had about three inches on her. “Ten?” I tried to ask, but only the vowel sound came out. But she nodded. “That's your number. Or your name if you like. But some will call you Miss Tacle.”

Ten Tacle? I had to chuckle, it sounded so lame. But immediately I knew it would work in the movie. I would laugh my ass off, if I was watching that movie, and Miss Ten Tacle would walk into the picture, with four tentacles rather than hands or feet, yet still sexy as hell.

I spent hours after that, learning to walk at first, then learning to walk elegantly. And as clumsy as I was without hands, I had to make it look like my tentacles were all natural. There were big buttons that I had to push, and slowly I got better at controlling my new appendices.

At some point I had to go to the bathroom and they had warned me already that I had to sit down, no matter what my need was. I tried peeing first, and that went as expected, except the pee came out somewhere between my legs. Like a woman. And a sudden urge to do a number two went okay as well. Somehow it came out through a hole in my suit, although I learned later that a sleeve went up in my ass for more than eight inches.

Food was served as a smoothie, with a straw, as my rubber covered teeth were essentially useless for chewing, but I still couldn't open my mouth far enough to chew anyway. Thank goodness it tasted decently, but I was already dreaming of getting a pizza later.

Later however they showed me “my room”, with a bed and my own bathroom. I started making a lot of noise now, panicking, and the lady that had helped me all day, whose name I didn't even know, looked carefully at me now, and said, “You did read the contract, right?”

After I made it clear I hadn't, she told me to sit on the bed, and from memory she ticked off a number of items in the contract. Since I had checked the “as long as needed” option, the contract was for three years, with auto-renewal, unless I provided a notarized, signed document exactly three months before the end of each period, with my intention to end my employment. While employed, the company would take care of all my needs, as they knew that in my permanent costume and without the ability to speak I would be an outcast in normal society.

When I looked at her in shock when she mentioned “permanent costume”, she said, “When we vacuumed the suit onto your skin, it activated a bonding agent, effectively making the suit your new skin, as the old skin slowly dissolves. Your new skin will take over a lot of functions, like sweating and feeling, but no hair growth or things like pimples or blemishes. Thirty years from now you will still look as young and beautiful as you are right now. Your tentacles will soon be very sensitive, delicate body parts and at some point you'll forget you ever had hands or feet.”

She continued to explain that during filming my mouth was to be used to provide oral sex, and my tentacles would be used to pleasure multiple partners at once, by penetration in one or more orifices. I was expected to masturbate myself on and off camera as well, first in my artificial pussy, but after eighteen months of feminization I would get a real one. It was all in the contract, and I had signed the paperwork for my legal name and sex change.

But wait! What about my apartment? My stuff? I have bills to pay! There was no way she could understand my muffled sounds, yet she answered anyway. I had signed a power of attorney, and they would act on my behalf. Already they had ended the lease on both my home and my car. And they had emptied out all my stuff and moved it to a place that would offer everything through a garage sale. All proceeds were deposited in my new bank account where my salary would be deposited as well.

I sat back down and with my hands on my head, I mean my thingies, you know what I mean, I contemplated what had happened in just a day. My life, as I had known it, was over. I was a freak now, even if I did somehow manage to get out of here in three years. I could only think of one thing for now. Cooperate…

It was like she saw the wheels in my brain turn and come to that final conclusion. She smiled and said, “There's one more thing. Your roommate.” Room mate?

“She needs some extra help in getting around, and you will be responsible for making sure she's okay. You will feed her, take her to the set when she's needed, and make sure she gets to the potty in time. In return you get a friend for life. Please meet Kay.”

I heard some shuffling outside the door, followed by a knock. And as the door opened a dog pushed himself in. Herself, I mean, as she was clearly female. A handler who was holding the leash said, “Here is number Nine, Ms Brown.” And as the dog curled up in a dog bed on the floor, Ms Brown unleashed her and handed it to me. I managed to stick my tentacle through the loop, and held on.

“You better practice clipping this to her collar. Until she's fully trained she can't walk around by herself. She's your responsibility, number Ten.” And she left through the door, leaving me with “my” dog.

I got a better look, finally, at the dog, who had a shiny skin, like me, in a smoky brown color. She looked back at me from her dog bed, and I realized suddenly why I knew she was female. Her face was that of a woman, but with a muzzle, and ears sticking up, and a long tongue hanging from her mouth. She was another monster girl.

I realized I had the better deal, just with tentacles rather than hands or feet, but further still human. She had lost her humanity and was more of an animal now. Her arms and legs were shortened, ending in paws. And she had a tail. A working tail, as I could see it slowly move. Her breasts were still pronounced and very human like, between her front paws.

In a way her body was sleek and athletic, I dare say beautiful even, and I couldn't resist sitting next to her on the ground, and patting her back. It was clearly the right thing to do as she put her head in my lap, and her tail swished a bit more. I wished I could talk to her. With her…

But I could hum. And as I softly hummed an old little tune, her ears perked up in my direction, and what I thought first were animal eyes suddenly became human. She was still aware, despite what they had done to her. She licked my other hand, I'm not gonna stop calling it my hand, and that was her way of showing affection. And although I knew they were probably playing a psychological game with us, the thought of not having to face the future alone was very comforting.