Stealing Stardom

By Gregor Daniels

While helping to clean and organize an antique store, eighteen-year-old Peter comes across an old amulet which, according to Ms. Avery—the store owner—holds mystical powers. Peter, like many, doesn't want a life of working part-time jobs; he wants luxury. And when he also finds an autographed photo of Jennifer Perez, one of Hollywood's most famous celebrities, he utters a harmless wish to be as rich and famous as she is.

He never thought it would actually work!

Only problem: he's now in the body of Jennifer Perez, and the amulet doesn't seem to be working. Peter now has to deal with being a middle-aged woman, meeting with fans, running from paparazzi, and securing a new movie role with his body's old flame, Ben Applegate.

However, the real Jennifer Perez, now in Peter's body, isn't too happy with having her life stolen by a teenager, and she's fully intent on spoiling the fun...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Feb 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215082140

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Epilogue

Copyright © 2023 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

"Yeuch, Peter said with disgust, sweeping his hand across the layer of filth that had accumulated atop the grandfather clock. The cloud of dust went floating across the other antiques, some of the particles glinting in the late-morning sunlight. How long has it been since she cleaned this crap, anyway?" Probably longer than he wanted to believe.

For his final semester of high school—mostly just to fill the perpetual void in his wallet with some spending cash—Peter had been helping Ms. Avery clean her antique store. It had seemed like an easy task at first, with her little store on Main Street being no larger than your average Starbucks, but he had vastly underestimated just how much crap there was to sort through and organize. For instance, the grandfather clock was just one of many towers that surrounded him. Another consisted of a box bulging with Disney toys that sat precariously atop a leaning stack of vinyl records. And there was a glass cabinet crammed with Chinaware. And there was a tall lamp that looked to have been incorporated with all the ugly, brown styles of the seventies.

One wrong move could knock everything down like dominoes.

But it’d probably only cost him a few dollars. Obviously no one in town wanted this junk. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been sitting here for years and years, collecting dust.

Peter sprayed the grandfather clock with some Windex multi-surface cleaner. After a few strokes of his hand, his clean paper towel needed a replacement; he tore off a new strip, sprayed again, wiped again, and dropped another twenty years’ worth of germs into the trash can.

I’m probably gonna catch a virus that was once extinct, he thought.

Once the grandfather clock was clean—well, clean enough that Ms. Avery and her nearsightedness wouldn’t notice otherwise—he looked upon the toy-and-records stack with severe dread. Did he have to take it all down and clean it, piece by piece? On the other hand, he knew if he took his time and was really thorough with this job, he could work for more days and make more money.

He sighed heavily.

Apparently, a slight gust of his breath was all the top box needed for gravity to take over from there. It teetered one way, started to slide; Peter reached out in the hope of preventing the inevitable, but his hands were too slow.

"No, no, hey—ah shit."

The box smashed on the ground, Disney toys and figurines exploding everywhere.

Ms. Avery was nearby and heard the accident. She hobbled over. As a woman pushing ninety, it was incredible that she was still getting around without any kind of aid. She looked at the toys. Then her scornful eyes turned up at the culprit on his ladder.

I’m paying you to organize this stuff, she said. Not knock things over.

It fell on its own, Peter explained. I didn’t even touch it.

Her eyes didn’t accept that answer.

And what do you care? Peter wanted to ask her. Shouldn’t you be in a