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Another audition blown, you slammed the the door of the rehearsal room and plonked down in one of the chairs. You were seething. You were in great shape, your body would be the envy of even a Marvel leading man. You were handsome. So why couldn't you book a job? The casting director, Toni, emerged from the room and sat next to you. "You don't do yourself any favours going off like that." "This whole thing is bullshit," you complained. "If I were woman, and my body was the equivalent of this... Well, I'd have my own TV show by now at least." "I'll level with you," she said. "You absolutely have the looks but you just can't act. You can learn, and I've got a shortcut if you want it. In an hour I can make a total difference to your performances." What did you have to lose? Toni drove you to a warehouse, and inside the warehouse was a laboratory. "This is a nanofilter," she said, holding up a small electron...