Red Carpet

“Thank you Pat. It really is wonderful being on the red carpet every year at the Oscars. You just never know what glamorous movie star is going to show up next, or what they’ll be wearing!” Erin Thomas, gossip reporter, fired up one of her thousand-watt smiles and beamed into the camera for the views at home.

“Oh, and look, here comes a newcomer to the Hollywood stage, Adella Summer!” Adella had just stepped out of a small black car and grinned at the photographers. The ten-year old was short and somewhat scrawny, but had a starring role as the younger sister in one of the most popular movies of the year, the family action-adventure blockbuster How My Sister and Me Saved The World. The Academy couldn’t not have such a popular new actress not get an invite to the show.

She made her way over to Erin’s interview corner. “Hello hello Adella! Having a good time? You look wonderful!”

“Why thank you!” Adella took the compliment as politely as the ten-year-old knew how. And she really did look nice: her outfit consisted of a medium-length white dress and dressy sandals, with a large ruby necklace hanging on a thin gold chain around her neck, glowing softly under the lights.

“So tell me about your film…”

“It was a lot of fun being the older sister in How My Sister and Me Saved The World,” she said. “I think we made a really great movie.” The eleven-year-old could feel the magic starting to work, sinking into her young body. She’d gained three inches since she’d stepped up to the microphone.

“How was it, starting out in a new television show this year, after just acting in movies before that?”

“We’ve got a really great cast on ‘American Family’, and I learn something every day!” Thirteen now, and she’d shot up another six inches. Plus, her tits were starting to grow, and Adella had to suppress the urge to start exploring her burgeoning chest live on national television. Her latin heritage was also coming out, as she should feel her hips inching wider and wider as she talked with the blonde reporter.

“You’ve definitely started to make a name for yourself as someone willing to take on difficult roles…”

“Well, I figure if I want to be taken seriously, I have to work hard at any opportunities that come up. It was a privilege to work with the entire crew on Along the Waterfront, and I was really drawn to the character of Sissy.” The fifteen-year-old ‘remembered’ wrapping up that role as an underage prostitute right before she hit another huge growth spurt, kicking her up to 5′10″ and a fantastic pair of full and bouncy DDs, which were now showing off a calculatedly modest amount of cleavage in her tight white dress.

“Plus, with ‘American Family’ wrapping up this year after five great seasons, you must have your sights set on bigger things, right?”

“I’ll always remember the good times on the show. It was a wonderful experience.” Eighteen! Adella hoped her genes didn’t have too much more to add in the height department – she was now 6′1″ and towered over her leading men in any cast picture she cared to remember. Not that anyone really minded, not with her F-cup breasts in the frame. A run of hunky Hollywood types had made their way through her social circle, each one more or less the right height for her to bury their faces into her cleavage whenever she wanted.

“Well, things have really taken off for you in the last few years, haven’t they? Aren’t you nominated tonight?”

“Yes, my second time!” The twenty-year-old didn’t think that the script in that year’s Oscar-bait was all that great, but she’d put a lot of effort into her part and earned a nomination for Supporting Actress – even though the joke around the back lots was that her G-cup bras were the real hardest-working supporters on the set.

Adella didn’t mind the jokes – she was immensely proud of her body, even if she knew she’d just cheated to get it. The glow from the ruby tucked away in her cleavage died down as she crested twenty-one, having siphoned off slivers of acting talent, beauty, intelligence, and luck from the rest of those parading up-and-down the crimson expanse. They’d never notice, and she was now queen of young Hollywood.

Smiling, she spun in place, showing off her Vera Wang dress and more importantly, her magnificent body. 6′3″ in flats, she had a wasp’s waist, a dancer’s ass, a runner’s legs, and a holstein’s tits, all topped off by a gorgeous face and perfect wavy chocolate hair that ran to the small of her back.

“Good luck tonight!” Erin said as Adella sashayed off to take her place in the auditorium. She already had her acceptance speech tucked between her breasts, ready-to-go, and was absolutely sure she was going to remember to thank the little old lady who had sold her the ruby.