Jacob was a losing contestant on the Apprentits. He was eliminated in episode 3 but you can find the whole story on my index page.
Jacob had been a NEET but he'd never been an idiot. He had always known there was a chance he wouldn't win the Apprentits and the enormous salary that went with it. He had known the risks going in and had made peace with it. Never having to work at nine-to-five, never having to run the rat-race, it was worth chancing ending up with a bit of lip filler and hair extensions. Nothing was irreversible. Sure, he might end up with some big fake tits or even butt implants, but while living with his parents, he had amassed a fortune from trading comic books and if needs be, he could use it to get any procedures they threw at him reversed. Or so he had believed...
Kylie's decision to eliminate him in Episode 3 had caught him totally off-guard, and as she read out his forfeit, time seemed to stand still – an entire year working as security at the Network as some latex clad bimbo version of Supergirl. But that was nothing compared to the final sting in the tail, his kryptonite, the one thing he couldn't just buy away – hypnosis.
Working security for the Network proved to be as awful as expected. There was little threat to deal with working for a television studio, even with Femnonymous lurking, but Bryce Murphy, the Network's CEO and mastermind, loved to torment him every chance he got. It was clear from day one that Bryce got off on it, and it was not surprising really considering he ran a television company that made money from transforming men into big breasted women for entertainment. Yet, it was more than that – some of the things he did were utterly psychopathic. He knew the triggers that had been given to Jacob meant he would spring into action in his Supergirl persona at the slightest hint of danger, and so he would manufacture apparent crimes on a daily basis just so he could watch Jacob jiggling around in his latex outfit. Alarms would get pulled, stooges in balaclavas would run onto the set, loud bangs would go off when Jacob was least expecting it, and the end result was always the same – his humiliation.
His one year working security felt like ten but finally it was over and he could get to work reversing the surgeries he had been subjected to. Or so he had thought... He had first noticed the problem trying to cut out the blonde hair extensions. He had angled the scissors towards his head but he just couldn't raise them past his chest no matter what he tried. He also found that while he could remove the blue latex super-suit, every morning he felt compelled to put it back on. He just couldn't help himself. Squeezing big fake tits into blue rubber isn't easy, but without fail he would be lubing himself up and getting back into costume. And then there was the fitness regime. Apparently, superheroes needed to stay fit, and Jacob found himself heading to the gym every day to maintain his crime fighting sharpness. He felt ridiculous sprinting on the treadmill in full costume and red high-heeled boots.
The years passed and, in a way, Jacob got his wish. He never did work a 9 to 5. The closest he ever had was posing for photos with tourists on Hollywood Boulevard. When the Apprentits Lost Tapes started to air, there was a surge in public interest in the shows original contestants, and he was able to make money doing interviews and photoshoots. He was glad for the money, he just wished the photographers didn't insist on such degrading poses.
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