Instant Fame (pt VI) (tg, celebrity)

David and I heard Scully say, over the cellular phone, "When?  When did this
happen?"

There was a pause, as she listened to the information provided by the speaker
on the other end of the line.  David and I just stared at each other blankly.
 We didn't have any idea what was happening to complicate the situation.  I
shrugged my shoulders to my friend, as if to say, "I don't know," but even
that was a mistake.  It sent my new upper anatomy to bobbling, reminding me,
once again, of who I appeared to be.

There was no point in trying to gleen any information from a one sided
telephone conversation. Therefore,  I returned my attention back to David. 
Dana would tell us what we needed to know when the call was done.  Even as I
looked up into the eyes of David, in Tommy Lee's body, I heard her say
further, "Do they know what happened to him after that?"

"David?  Do you really think we can pull this off?  Pretend that we're really
Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee?"

"I don't have any idea?  For that matter, why would they even want us to? 
This isn't making much sense . . . uh . . . Pamela."

"I know it's hard calling me by her name, but for the time being we have to
go along with it.  If we use the names of who we appear to be while we're
together, in private, it'll be easier when we're out in public," I
sympathized.

David scratched his head.  "I can't argue with that logic.  I'll . . . try."

Reluctantly, I asked him, "Have you had a chance to . . . y'know explore that
body?"

There was one image which danced in my head from that home video of Tommy and
Pamela that had been first released on the internet.  Later it was
distributed for sale at purveyors of porn video.

"Are you asking me whether he's as big as he appears on that video?"

I blushed.  "Uh . . . yeah.  I guess I am."

David laughed, "Tommy . . . now I . . . am all of that and more!"  He
couldn't help but get a jibe in on me."Don't forget the other part of that
video . . ."

Suddenly the image of Pamela giving a blow job to that massive piece of man
flesh flashed across my mind.  Those were my lips, tongue, and throat now! 
This prompted David to press the subject.  I wasn't sure if I liked where
this was going.

"Have you . . . er . . . explored her body yet?"

Thankfullly, we were interrupted by the sound of Scully snapping her celullar
phone shut, and the yelling down the hall for Mulder.  Something was
definitly up.

Ever the opportunist, I siezed the chance to gracefully change the subject
with David.  I quickly swayed over to where Dana was by the door, David in
tow.  I could tell by the frustrated look upon David's face that we were not
through with the topic of discussion.  Not by a longshot!

"What's going on?" I asked Scully, in Pamela's high feminine voice.

"Hold on . . . wait until Mulder gets here."

Almost as if on cue, Mulder dashed around the door.  He was out of breath.

"Scully?  What is it?"

Dana addressed Mulder directly, knowing that David and I would monitor the
conversation between them.

She informed us, "I just got off the phone with Skinner.  The one victim,
other than these two, who have survived these attacks, has just disappeared. 
It's a black man by the name of Ben Jackson.  One minute he was in his
hospital bed in County General, out in L.A.  The next, he was just gone.  All
of his clothes are gone too.  They think he just left on his own."

"Do they know where he is?"

"No.  Skinner called in a favor from an ex-FBI man that he used to work with,
who now lives out on the coast.  Seattle I think he said.  The man's name is
. . . Black . . . Frank Black . . . ."

"Frank Black?" Mulder commented quizically.

"You know him?" inquired Dana.

"Yeah.We worked together before I got assigned to the X-files.  He taught
me everything about profiling murderers and violent criminals.Strange guy .
. . intense.  He had this sixth sense about him, and he seemed to know things
about the killer just by touching things that they touched.  I've never seen
anything like it."

"That might come in handy here.  He's with an outfit called the Millenium
Group now.  Anyway, he and one of his colleagues . . . a Lara Means were
already in L.A.  They agreed to go check out the situation."

"Did they find anything Scully?"

"It's funny that you said that, Mulder.  Skinner just told me that when Black
went to the hosppital, he experienced some type of vision or flashback.  The
really strange thing was that it wasn't images of this Ben Jackson, but of
Pamela Anderson's life.  He saw through her eyes the attack by this Jackson
guy, and a smaller Hispanic man."

"Hector Jimenez!!" stated Mulder, matter-of-factly.

We all exclaimed, "Who?" as one.

"That's one of the victims of the two that we're tracking that didn't
survive.  He was the partner on the garbage truck with Ben Jackson.  The way
I figure it, our two were in Jackson and Jimenez's bodies. They somehow met
up with Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, they may have even been their
garbagemen.  The one in Jackson's body switched with Pamela, while the one in
Jimenez's body switched with Tommy Lee..  They tried to kill them both while
Pamela and Tommy were still disoriented from the switch . . . succeeding with
the Jimenez body."

"That means . . . ." I started to conclude.

". . . Pamela Anderson is within this Ben Jackson's body," finished Mulder
for me.

"Holy Shit!" I cried in a most unladylike fashion.

"That's not the worst of it, I'm afraid," noted Mulder, grimly.  "She'll no
doubt conclude that you are the body thief, still in her body.She's going
to try and track you down."

I gasped.

"That would explain a lot," Dana broke in.  "Right after Black and Means
examined the hospital room, the police got a report of a big black man
breaking into Anderson and Lee's place.  They went out there and got the same
images."

"Pamela in Jackson's body?" added Mulder.

"It would appear so," answered Scully.

"What did she take?  I was getting very edgy now, and began to shake all over.

"Unknown.  We don't exactly have an inventory, you know?  I think we can
assume she probably took some money that she had stashed in the house, and
looked at some type of calander to see where you, or rather, she was
scheduled to be next."

"That's just great!" I grumped, making a wild gesture with my hands.  Pamela
Anderson's long tousleed blonde locks fell into my eyes.  I brushed it away
from my face with a flip of my dainty hand, as I finished my thought.  "Now I
have to look over my shoulder for a vengeful woman in a big black man's body?
 Fucking wonderful!"

Everyone looked at me oddly.  They expected different type of language
issuing from this body, even though they all knew that inside I was a man. 
Obviously this body created certain . . . expectations with others that I
would have to get used to.

Dana could see that I was becoming increasingly emotional.  It was hard to
contain my emotions while in this body.  They just seemed to rise to the
surface, without any hinderance, to be expresssed, and I even felt like . . .
crying.  Fortunately, before the waterworks started, Dana came over to put
her arm around my shoulder.  It would have been embarassing for them to see
me crying like a real girl. Especially David.

"It's okay . . . Pamela.  She doesn't know where you are, and we'll keep it
that way," she comforted me.

It felt nice to have her touch me.  In some strange way, which I could not
explain, I felt an affinity with Dana Scully.  It wasn't the love we made
earlier, but something new.  I almost felt like she understood what I was
going through.I had always noticed the way girls interact with one another,
and I couldn't help but wonder if I was experiencing the cameraderie of
women.

Mulder broke in.  "No.Scully, that's the exact wrong way to go about this. 
We have the perfect bait to lure in the real Pamela, and the two . . . er . .
. mutants.  If they see that these two are still alive, they will be forced
to come out of hiding.It's much better to manipulate them into a spot where
we are waiting rather than not knowing when, or if, they'll strike.  We can't
keep these two holed up forever."

"Mulder!  That's much too dangerous for these two.  They are victims, not
trained FBI agents like us."

Mulder disagreed.  "No.  It's perfect.They can say that we're their
personal body guards until this thing is resolved.  We can keep them in
around the clock protection."

"Exactly what are you proposing, Mulder," queried Scully, who was now
curious.  In truth, we all were.

"We make their exit from the hospital as public as possible, maybe even a
press conference.  We do something to make sure that all of the media is
covering it.  That way, we can be sure that the two body swtichers, and the
real Pamela hear it.  We can draw them to us, rather than us trying to find
them.  We can have these two impersonate the real Pamela and Tommy Lee,
resuming their schedule as if nothing happened.  We can keep planting clues
in the media that we know who and what they are.  It will force them to act. 
It will work."

I had to admit that his plan did sound plausible.  It was better than
anything that we had now.  Still, it was scaring me more than what it would
have, had I still been . . . me.  I would be placing myself, in Anderson's
lush body, in the direct path of danger from two sources.

Scully read my mind, "It sounds too dangerous.I couldn't ask these two to
make targets of themelves."

David, who had been quiet up until now, joined in on the discussion.  "I'm up
for it.  It'll be exciting, and besides, at this rate you're never going to
find them.  This looks like our only chance to find our real bodies before
they switch again and kill them."

They all looked at me.I was the lynch pin, since technically, I, as Pamela
was more famous than David, as Tommy Lee.  The real Pamela would be targeting
me, not David.It would have to be me that did the talking to the media.  I
was frightened, but on the other hand, I didn't see any other way.

I squeezed Dana's hand to thank her for her strength and support.  "You
promise that you'll be watching us at all times?"

"You'll be just as safe as we can possibly make you, Pamela," assured Scully
softly.

"Okay . . . I'll do it."

"Great!" blurted Mulder.  Even David looked happy, smiling with Tommy Lee's
face.

"What the Hell are you so giddy about, you idiot?" I snapped at him.

"Hey.  We'll get to see what it feels like to be rich, famous, and beautiful
for a while.  How many people get a chance like that?  We should enjoy it. 
Besides . . . it means that you and I get to play man and wife," returned
David.

I definitely didn't like the implication of that remark.  Having sex with a
woman, while in this body was one thing, but sex with a man was out of the
question.  I wasn't gay, even if technically I was the wife of David's
current body.!!

I changed the subject again, moving a little further away from David.  It
sucked that now I couldn't even trust my best friend in this body.  Was this
body that damned sexy that everyone wanted to touch it and fuck it?

Unfortunately, I already knew the answer to that particular question.  I was
in the body of one of the most recognizable sex symbols in the world.  Try as
I might, I would have to come to grip with that fact, and the fact she built
that reputation primarily upon the impressive size of her breasts.  My
breasts now!

"How do we get started?" I asked, looking up at Mulder, who had apparently
taken control of the situation.

He paused to think for a second.  I could see the light bulb go on over his
head.

"I think I know.  Your . . . rather Pamela's personal assistant, Katie
Roberts, has been fluttering about like a mother hen in the waiting room. 
Maybe it's time to get her involved.  She has to know what the next thing on
Pamela's schedule is."

Mulder looked straight at me with an inquisitive look in his eyes.  "Do you
feel up to doing an imitation of the real Pamela?"

I braced myself.  "I guess I'm going to have to be.  What choice do I have?"

Dana squeezed my shoulder as a show of support, even as Mulder remarked,
"Good girl!"

He moved as if he was going to exit the room to retrieve Katie Roberts,
avoiding my ensuing scowl. However, I stopped him with my soft plea.

"Hold on.  What am I going to say?  What should I ask her?"

A short discuss was had between the four of us.  It was decided that I should
introduce Scully and Mulder as David and my bodyguards, for the time being. 
I was to see to it that they were accorded all access and freedoms.  The next
order of business was to find out what was on Pamela's calender.  I was to
make whatever instructions to her that I thought needed to carry the next
appointment through. Lastly, I was to set up a short press conference to be
held on the steps of the hospital when we checked out.It was a lot to
accomplish.

As Mulder left to get Roberts, I bit my lower lip, running my task over and
over in my mind.  From the look on David's face, I got the distinct
impression that I was a very sexy image.  I was about to reprimand him for
looking at me that way, when Mulder rounded the corner with a short haired,
brunette woman whom I did not recognize.

She was in her mid-twenties, was pretty, but slightly overweight.  She was a
little taller than I was now, and beamed when she saw me up and about.

She rushed right up to me, grabbing my hand, and exclaiming, "Pamela.  Thank
God you are all right! How are you?"

I gave her my best winning smile.  It was showtime!  I tried to make it sound
like I had known her for a long period of time, "Katie, I'm fine.  It was
only a minor accident.See?  Not even a scratch."

I twirled around so that she could see every part of my now stunning body. 
Naturally, she would have seen it all before.  Roberts nodded in
acknowledgement of my excellent, if not spectacular, condition.

That didn't stop her from elaborating, while David, Mulder, and Scully looked
on.  They kind of faded into the background, knowing that the entire thing
rested upon my slender shoulders.

"I was just so worried about you, Pamela.  The doctors wouldn't give us any
details, and these guys weren't very helpful," she gestured at Scully and
Mulder.

That was just the opening that I needed, "Katie, I'd like you to meet Fox
Mulder and Dana Scully. They are going to be the body guards for Tommy and I
until they catch the responsible party.  It's just a precaution, isn't that
right, Baby?"

The last part was directed at David, to act out the part of loving wife. 
David siezed the opportunity to come right up beside me, and wrap Tommy Lee's
long tatooed arm around my waist.  Unfortunately, I had to act as if I liked
it.  As much as I hated it, in David's current state of mind, I moved in even
closer to him.I snuggled up into the hollow space under his arm, as if it
were my home.

I smiled, and looked up into his face with what I hoped was an adoring
expression..

David helped me out by adding, "That's right, Dollbaby.  We'd like you to see
to it that you give them whatever they need.  Don't deny them anything."

Damn it, I growled in my head.David is fucking enjoying this.  No sooner
had that thought raced across my mind, than David snaked his arm and hand
further around my waist.  Now his hand was resting on the bare flesh of my
abdomen.  He gently moved his fingers back in forth in a gentle stroking
motion.

Katie didn't react like it was an uncommon activity between the real Pamela
and Tommy Lee.That was just wonderful!  Even though every cell in my brain
wanted to run away from David, I had to stay put and pretend that I liked
what he was doing.  I couldn't even devote my attention to extricating myself
from the situation because Katie's smile turned upside down as soon as David
gave her an order.

It was apparent to me from her expression that she definitely considered
herself Pamela's assistant . . . not Tommy Lee's.  I doubt that she even like
him much.  She likely only tolerated him because of me . . . er . . . Pamela.
After all, there was the consistent thread of domestic violence between  me .
. . Pamela and Tommy Lee. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to think
of myself as Pamela.  It was just so confusing.  Anyway, if she was the
protector that Mulder said she was, it would account for her attitude toward
Tommy . . . er . . . David.

It wasn't every day that you get body switched with a celebrity.  I couldn't
worry about any of that now, and had to do what I could to rectify the
situation.

"Would you see to that personally, Katie?  As a favor to me?"

Roberts' smile promptly returned.  "Of course, Pamela.Is there anything
else that I can do for you?"

Another perfect opening!  "Yes, now that you mention it.  Does anybody know
that Tommy and I are in the hospital?  Does anybody know about the . . .
incident?"

Roberts was almost defensive, as if I was making a negative implication about
her job performance. "Of course not.  We did what we normally do to keep the
press out of your business.  Why?  Has something happened?"

She was very sensitive.  "No.  No.  I just thought, this once, that we should
make a statement to the press, tell them about the accident, and that we are
okay.  Would you mind arranging a press conference just outside the hospital
doors on short notice?"

Katie looked at me strangely.  This definitely wasn't standard operating
procedure now, and I would have to ad lib.  David wasn't making it easy for
me to focus on the task at hand.  His gentle stroking had continued slightly
upward, so that his hand was underneath the bottom of my short top.  On every
circular stroke, he purposely extended his thumb just enough so that it
rubbed the underside of my bra encased tits.

Now while my mind positively didn't want any part of this, the body I now
wore had grown accustomed to reacting to the touch of Tommy Lee's body.  As
much as I tried to fight it, this body was having a strong reaction.  I could
literally feel the nipples of Pamela . . . now my boobs, start to harden and
swell.I felt a slight tingling, along with a warm heat invading my panties.
 I knew very well from my experience with Dana just what that meant.

I had to stop David, and right now!  I put my hand on his, holding it in
place.That was better. However, I stopped it in such a spot that his thumb
was resting on the underside of one of my breasts. He started to move that
back and forth under my shirt.The guy was too much.

Part of me couldn't really blame him.  Wouldn't I be doing the same thing,
were the positions reversed? I just had to grit this out, and get it done
before David could do something else!  Great! Exactly what I needed . . . a
race against time, on top of everything else.

"Are you sure about this, Pamela?"

"It'll be okay Katie.  I promise.  Maybe if we're up front with them this
time, they will stop hounding me.  Ya'know?"

Katie pondered for a second.  The incessant pawing of David continued, but by
this time, he had managed to move his thumb up and under the cup of my bra. 
He was actually touching the flesh of my new boob!  While Katie pondered the
logistics of my request, another image raced across my mind.  It was the
scene from the Pamela-Tommy Lee video where she is giving him head.  For the
briefest of seconds I transposed myself into that scene so that I was giving
that massive tool head.  I consciously chased the image from my mind.

Damn . . . what was happening to me?

"You know, It might just generate some sympathy for you.  The stupid tabloids
may forget all about those videos.  You're right Pamela, this may be a break
after all.  I'll get right on it.  Is there anything else?"

The feeling of my body was making it very hard to concentrate.There was one
other thing . . . what was it?If I could only remember.  It popped into my
head.

"Oh, yeah!  What's the next thing on my schedule?  Do I have anything else
for the rest of the day? What do I have tomorrow?"

Roberts had the information right on the tip of her tongue.  "Nothing for the
rest of the day.  However, tomorrow you have an appearence on the Howard
Stern radio show in New York.  As a matter of fact Gary Dell'abote just
called a little while ago to confirm, and I didn't know what to tell him. 
Should I cancel it Pamela?"

I looked over my shoulder at Mulder.  He shook his head in the negative, The
fortunate side effect of me twisting my body around was the removal of
David's thumb from my bra.  I mentally sighed as I felt it slip from
underneath.  When I twisted back around to face front, his hand was lower . .
. on my stomach.  I held it firmly in place with my hand.

"No.  Tell him that I'll show.Could you make the flight arrangements, and
book a hotel for Tommy and me in New York?  We'll go right to the airport
after we check out of here.  Book rooms on either side of my suite for Scully
and Mulder."

"Tommy's going with you?  Doesn't he have a recording session with the band
in the studio tomorrow? That is why you're here in Miami, after all!"

That solved one mystery.

I didn't think it was wise that we start splitting up at this stage, so I
made a judgment call.  Besides, David didn't know how to play the drums.  We
would certainly be found out if he even tried.

"No, Katie.  He's coming with me."  Even though I knew it would irritate her
to do something for David . . . Tommy, I asked further, "Could you let the
rest of the band know?"

"Fine!!" she grumped, a frown adorning her face.  She really hated this guy. 
"Should I pack some things for you from the hotel room, and have them meet
you at the airport?"

Bless her, was all I could say in my head.

"That would be great, Katie.  Thank you!" I answered.

"Okay . . . I'll take care of it all."

Katie started to turn and go, but hesitated.  She turned back around to face
me.

"Are you sure that you're up to this Pamela?  You are not moving around like
. . .well you.You haven't even asked about your kids, and that would always
be the first thing you would ask about."

My hand dropped off of David's. I was floored.I hadn't realized until this
very second, that in this body, I was the mother of two small children.  I
didn't even know their names!

"It's just the . . . medication they gave me.  It hasn't . . . uh . . .
completely worn off yet.  I'll be okay in a little while.  How are my little
babies?  Are they okay?"

"They are fine.  They're with their nanny, and nobody has told them what
happened to you.  I-I didn't mean to suggest that anything was wrong . . . ."
Katie said, defensively.

"It's okay, Katie.  I understand, you are just concerned.  That's all.Just
make all of the arrangements. Okay?"

"I'll get right on it, Pamela."

Roberts left, and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief.As soon as
she disappeared, I practically jumped away from David, brushing his hand
away.

"What?  What did I do wrong?"

"You were pawing me!  You used the opportunity to feel me up, you pig!"  I
sounded just like a woman.

"I was just playing my part.  I was just doing what I thought the real Tommy
Lee would do with his wife.  Roberts didn't notice anything out of the
ordinary."

I moved closer to Dana for her protection.  "You didn't have to get into the
role so much.  You didn't have to enjoy it."

"Wouldn't you have?"

I couldn't answer.  Instead, I just went to Scully for a hug.

She embraced me, saying, "You did great, Pamela.  You were perfect."

"Not perfect," Mulder observed.  "Roberts was able to pick up on a few things
that weren't quite right. Fortunately, you gave her good reasons to explain
it away.  We won't be that lucky tomorrow.  You're going to have to watch
every video that we can get ours hands on of the real Pamela, so that you can
memorize how she walks, talks and moves.  You are going to have to be right
on tomorrow . . . you are going on Stern's show."

My mouth hung open.  I was going on Howard Stern's national radio show as
Pamela Anderson, to talk about, no doubt, my big boobs!