For Brad, it was important for anyone starting out into the acting business to find their own path to success. For him, it isn't much of an easy task. Especially when you are starting at the very bottom. Even if he doesn't get paid for any of it. He sighed, jotting down notes of all of the necessary things an actor would need, listening to speeches, and watching others perform as an example of how acting works. Sure, he doesn't actually hate being an intern, but he still wished to be a true actor. Even his friend Fred was off to do a high budget movie pretty soon. Which made Brad became desperate.

"Well... I hope this works..." Brad said to himself. He was auditioning today for a major part in a movie. He took a breath and walked into the room where the casting crew was watching with clipboards and tablets in hand. "Hi, I'm here to try out for-" Brad stared, but immediately one of the judges stood up "NEXT!" "What?!" Brad said shocked. "I didn't even DO anything yet! You can't kick me out without giving me a chance!" "You don't have what it takes. The position requires someone who is big, strong, tough, and adventurous. And clearly, you aren't any of those things." They said. Brads jaw dropped as he slowly walked out of the room, then burst out sobbing as he ran off.

"This is embarrassing..." Brad whispered, rubbing at his nose, while he watched the other actors walk into the doors from behind him. He felt frustrated, looking around all of the well-built men walking through the doors, while Brad looked down at his skinny body. Sure, his brown hair was combed, wearing a nice dressed shirt, fancy pants, and shiny shoes... But, he didn't have the right build for the role. The one thing that he couldn't pull off well. He could simply go to another audition but that would take months after Fred makes his own debut. He would have to get the role now before that happened. But how when he was so weak? "Maybe some dreams aren't meant to be, I guess."

Brad sighed and lowered his head as he sat down. "Um excuse me?" Brad looked up to see a postal worker walk in with a package. "I have a delivery here for someone named Brad? They told me you'd be here..." "I'm Brad... But I didn't order anything..." He blinked. "Well... It's for you..." The postal worker shrugged. Brad took the package and the postal worker walked off. He tore it open and stared. Inside was a thick brown leather vest, that deliberately had tears at the shoulders to give it a more rugged look.

"This was sent to me? But I'm not..." Brad looked behind him, noting that everyone in line wasn't looking towards his direction. For a brief moment, he decided to go into the men's bathroom, locking the door behind him, and walking over towards the sink. He looked disappointed at his reflection, not wanting to see his own body while placing the vest over his frame. "Well, I may not be able to be the main role in the film, but at least I can pretend I am. "

It was way too big for him, but he sighed, knowing it didn't matter anyway. "Oh well..." As he looked downwards, he could feel his torso growing warmer... And it felt like it was growing stronger! His muscles expanded and grew, as he rose higher, fur started to sprout on his skin underneath his shirt, which was growing tighter. Around the front of his torso white fur formed, and as it reached the edge it started to turn orange. His fur spread towards his arms, which began to grow as well.

Brad lifted his arms towards the mirror, watching them thicken, and bulge with a definition of muscle. His sleeves to his shirt ripped open, forming around his hands, the fabric turning into brown leather, wrapping around his palms to his fingers, while a metal plate was planted at the front of his palms. He felt surprised yet at the same time... He felt as if he seen his arms this huge and strong. He didn't even flinch when he saw brown stripes forming around his biceps, let alone the rest of his shirt ripping open and transferring around his wrist into a giant metal wrist armor. "Why does this all look familiar somehow?..."

Brad felt the fur continue on around his arms and across his back. Spreading as more stripes formed on his body. He flexed a bicep feeling it rise and fall "This is so unfair..." He sighed. "I'm big and strong... Why couldn't I audition? I mean... I figured I was tough and adventurous looking..." As he continued thinking, his pants started to fall from his legs thinning. His legs slimmed to a healthy build as the fur made its way down there as well. His socks started to fall apart, and came off his feet, only for them to reform and wrap around his ankles like sports tape. His shoes were more or less the same, just growing bigger and pointier to accommodate for his larger size.

"Maybe this world isn't ready for a Brad to be its number one superstar..." Brad answered to himself, not realizing his voice sounded more heroic and filled with bravery. His Head rounded, widening to a much larger size, growing in tufts of white fur at the end of his cheeks. Brad smiled, showing off his stardom posture, while his teeth sharpened into fangs. His mouth even pushed forward, forming into a muzzle, with his nose deforming into a black buttoned shaped nose. He winked at his reflection, his confidence seems to be growing by the second, as they widened, and lengthened over half of his face. He patted at his hair, deforming into the orange and brown striped fur, while his ears moved towards the top of his head. He pinched both of them a bit, elongating into two triangular shaped ears, as he gasped from a sensation over his bottom. He turned, seeing his orange tail wagging behind him, along with a tuft of white fur at the tip. He stood back, watching in admiration towards his reflection, not realizing his eyes were now green.

"What am I saying?" He grinned. "Tommy Thunder doesn't take no for an answer!" Tommy Thunder smirked as he posed for the mirror, and grunted several times. He then turned and walked out of the bathroom striding back towards the auditions. "Well... I think we've got it narrowed down to these three..." The casting crew looked at their notes as three muscled men stood in front of them. Suddenly the door burst open as a strong leg kicked it in, and a big fearless tiger marched into the room with a strong attitude. "Am I too late to audition?" He smirked flexing a bicep. "Um... No. Not at all." The casting crew shook their heads. "So, you need a guy who's big, strong, tough, and adventurous eh?" Tommy said grinning as he flexed and posed for them all, before leaping up and doing a perfect backflip.

"Oh jeez! Well..." "He does fit our description..." "Right, but.." They whispered to each other for a moment, a few times eyeing at the tiger, watching him do push-ups with one hand. Eventually, they turned back around, staring at the strange man in front of them. "Well, according to our files, Mr. Tommy Thunder, we don't seem to have your registration name on here. But, since you are exactly what we are looking for... I'm afraid I must ask all of the other participants to leave. Thank you for giving us you're all... But I think we just found our brand new shining star."

"Don't worry about it, maybe sometime I'll be able to bring you guys in as extras in a movie," Tommy said to the other finalists. "So... Do you think you're really able to do this?" The casting crew asked. "You bet!" Tommy Thunder grinned. "Tommy Thunder Is ready for anything!" "Well... Alright then," They smiled. "Come on, let's get you ready." "Hehe," Tommy grinned to himself. His career was on the rise, and now he was sure to beat Fred. "If only he could see me now," Tommy said winking in a mirror, before following the others to begin his new career.