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Swank Switches

By Anynom

Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. A Brief thing based on an Echso tale. Enjoy.

It was ironic, in a way. A few years ago, Hillary Swank couldn't find an agent willing to take her on to save her life. Now, when she couldn't be hotter, she didn't seem to be able to find one period.

Once just one of the thousands of nameless actresses wandering Hollywood looking for a break, Hillary was now one of the most in-demand rising stars around. Usually, an actress who won an Oscar had to have had at least a dozen movies, with at least one blockbuster, under her belt first. Instead, Hillary had come completely out of nowhere to nab Best Actress for her gender-bending role as a woman posing as a man in "Boys Don't Cry." Since then her star had been fast on the rise.

For a time, it seemed Hillary might fall prey to the deadly curse that often hit young actresses who had just won an Oscar, that she wouldn't be able to find a decent role. She'd been so good playing a boy that pretty much the only roles she was offered were as butch lesbians or along those lines. So, she'd decided to sex up her image with a more flashy wardrobe featuring several dips to her cleavage that had people appreciating her performance as a man all the more.

All that change had paid off as Hillary was set for her first major starring role in "The Affair of the Necklace," a sexy period drama where she played a noblewoman out to gain her lost family honor. Hillary hoped that the scenes of her stripping out of her period dresses and seducing men would put the whole boy mentality to rest once and for all.

At such a high point in her life, it really sucked for Hillary that her agent had chosen this exact moment to suddenly quit on her. She couldn't understand what happened. One day, everything was fine, he was lining up new scripts for her, the next he had sold his house and goods and gone off to Mongolia to be an Emu herder. It had taken about five readings of the note he'd left behind for Hillary to realize this wasn't meant as a joke.

This set off a frantic search by Hillary for a new agent, a surprisingly hard task to accomplish, given her Oscar-winning status. It seemed that quite a few agents were suddenly going through personal stuff that made them dump a lot of clients. Hillary wasn't sure what was going on or why, all she knew was, she needed to get an agent and fast.

So, when she'd heard about this new guy starting up, she decided it was worth a meeting, just to find out how good he was. Her husband was out of town, so she'd have to handle it alone, something that didn't quite sit right with her, but she didn't have a lot of options at the moment. So, she was driving over to the swank house in the hills where this guy was supposed to be.

She stepped out of the car, an unlikely beauty, brown hair cut short, her long legs showing past her white dress, not a lot of makeup on her face, which carried the sort of beauty one might expect to see from someone living next door. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she was a bit more dolled up than usual, her dress with long sleeves and a nice turtleneck collar. Hillary figured if this was her first meeting with the guy so she might as well make a good impression.

She checked the piece of paper she had, making sure this was the right place. It was a bit different than she expected, not an office but an actual home, a nice one though, with excellent decoration and furnishings. She rang the doorbell, still not quite sure what to expect, tapping her foot a bit as she waited.

"Yeah?" the voice over the intercom came, much rougher and louder than Hillary had expected and she couldn't help jumping a bit as she moved in. "Um, Mr. Rollins? I'm Hillary Swank? We had an appointment?"

"Oh, sure thing, sweets," the voice said. "I'll open it up, just head on into the living room, you can't miss it. I'll be right out."

Hillary was thrown by his rough and rather tactless demeanor, as by the door swinging open on its own. She stepped inside, moving down the hallway and, as the man had said, soon spotted the living room. It was quite large, with a great view of the skyline in the massive windows along one wall, a pool evident outside, plush furnishing surrounding a large white rug, a nice sofa waiting for her.

Hillary took a seat, smoothing her dress out as she looked about, wondering just where this guy could be. She looked around the expansive room, admiring the artwork. This guy may be new, but he did have a lot of great stuff already. As her eyes passed over one golden statue, she paused. It was of an Asian woman, naked with a full figure, solid gold and Hillary could have sworn that as the eyes flashed as she looked at it.

As the flash faded, Hillary took a deep breath and sighed. Funny, she felt so loose all of a sudden and relaxed too. She glanced at the statue and saw the eyes seemingly flash again. A wave of warmth covered Hillary now as she sunk down on the couch, spreading herself out a bit, one foot flat on the floor, a leg propped up on the edge of the couch, staring up at the statue.

Hillary had no idea how long she had been there, still looking at the statue, which seemed to flash once again before the owner of the house came in. He was a short man, with a balding plate and rather slovenly appearance, wearing a simple robe, instead of a nice suit.

"Hello, Hillary," he nodded, a cigar in his mouth. "I'm your new agent, Lenny."

"Hmm," Hillary grunted, her legs caressing each other now as she stared at the statue. Lenny grinned and took a drag on his cigar. Damn, why hadn't he thought of this before? He couldn't believe he actually spent months just using his special statue on random stars before it hit him that he could make money and still have his fun by having the stars come to him.

It hadn't been hard to use some of the more controlling aspects of the statue's magic to get various agents to sign all their money over to Lenny and then dump their clients. Lenny knew it would be too suspicious if he was the only agent in town so he kept a bunch around but made sure they wouldn't take the ladies he wanted. And Hillary was one he wanted. Sure, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous but he kind of liked the whole butch thing she had going on.

As Hillary let out a sigh, Lenny could tell the statue had done its work. He moved over, looking the entranced star over a bit, still sucking on his cigar. "So, Hillary," he said. "You ready to hear what I've got planned for you?"

"Yeah...." Hillary whispered.

"Well, I know you've been wanting to do more feminine roles," Lenny nodded. "So, I think you'll be perfect for this part in this raunchy comedy. Total slut, coming onto guys and girls and you'll be nude. Okay by you?"

"Okay," Hillary nodded, still gazing at the direction of the statue, the arousal covering her harder than ever.

"Well, let's see if you've got what it takes," Lenny grinned. "Stand up and take off all your clothes, Hillary."

Slowly, Hillary rose, her legs barely able to balance her now aroused body as she unzipped the back of her dress and slowly pulled it off, letting it drop to her feet. She swayed a bit as she reached around and undid her light bra, revealing her breasts, Lenny quite surprised at the size of them. She bent over to slide off her panties, her dark brown bush already wet as she swayed in place.

Putting the cigar on a table, Lenny undid his robe, revealing his own naked body, which was nowhere near as good in shape. Stepping forward, Lenny looked Hillary in her glazed eyes and grinned. "Time to show me if you can fuck as good as you look, Miss Swank," Lenny announced as he moved in, kissing her hard, Hillary too lost in lust to notice the horrific taste of tobacco in Lenny's mouth.

As they sank down onto the couch, Hillary sighed through the kiss. All thoughts of her husband were gone, all thoughts of anything were gone, the statue had instilled an arousal within her that had to be answered without question. She moaned as she felt her legs being parted, Lenny sliding his hard cock into her pussy and begin pumping. Hillary moaned as Lenny's hands gripped her tits, squeezing the supple breasts as he went at her hard, his cock pounding at her womanhood. Hillary's moans grew louder, her legs rubbing against Lenny's body as he kept at her, harder than ever. With his habit of coming a bit early combined with the intense passion Hillary was feeling, Lenny was soon letting loose, Hillary coming with him with a loud and long shout.

Lenny grinned as he sat himself up, putting his cigar back into his mouth. He looked at Hillary, who was panting in exhaustion after her intense orgasm, her firm chest heaving. Holding the cigar in tight, Lenny pulled Hillary over and turned her around. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing the cheeks hard, causing Hillary to moan again in arousal, her eyes back to the statue. Still holding her ass, Lenny brought Hillary in, sliding her ass around his hard cock. His hands moved back up to her chest, cupping her firm breasts and squeezing them hard as Hillary moaned, pinching her nipples hard as she shifted onto Lenny's rod.

As he had the Oscar-winning star riding on his cock hard, her breasts playthings in his hands, Lenny took another drag of his cigar, blowing it out the side of his mouth. It looked like his little agency had gotten its first award-winning client, one whose career was about to take a new direction thanks to him. As he felt himself begin to come into her behind, squeezing her tits hard, Lenny reflected it was time everyone got to see just how much a woman Hillary could be.

THE END

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