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It was 9 a.m. and reality was, yet again, being the iceberg to my fantasies. The landlady/concierge/Mistress buzzed me on the intercom and said I was to come down and she had a parcel for me to deliver to Shona. I pointed out I had a meeting with the personal tutor in the afternoon but might be able to do it in the morning. Come down she said with finality and ended the conversation. In her office she gestured me to 2 bags “that bag contains items for Shona and the other bag is what I want you to wear to deliver it. Understand? You are thin, toned, good legs, you need pushing to do more things in the real world. Show more skin to the sun. Be seen by people, you like that. Put them on, come down and then I will decide, OK.”
Back in my room I put on my makeup and then emptied the bag on my bed. There was a yellow cami/crop top which showed a lot of my abdomen, a pair of very short denim shorts with a white belt, those ankle socks with frills round them, a pair of big say size 9 breast forms, a frilly bra and panties and a pair of white stilettoes. Then there was the jewellery; big plastic red ball clip on ear rings, red and yellow plastic ball bracelet, red and yellow plastic ball necklace and one of those frilly things you put around your wrist. To complete the ensemble there was a very small, very girly rucksack which was sequined. I realised I would need to wear more makeup at this point. And bright red nail varnish. To complete the look I painted my toes too which did make me feel girly. Well I put them all on and it had to be said it did all work, I looked a right bimbo or airhead which was rather fun. It was not the look I would have chosen but you I was happy with. I pouted into the mirror with red lips, pushed my ass out, the earrings dangling and my endless legs with the denim shorts as a second skin to my ass, and really large breast it might just work. That was the worrying part, I was too tall and my hands too big and my voice so wrong but deep down it felt right and it was more than a sexual thing.
By the time I had walked the 3 flights down to the office my IQ had fallen dramatically but I was trying a wiggle in the walk and my hands seemed to find it natural to be more angular and expressive. “See, said it would work, give that sports bag to Shona at the sex shop, be there for 10.15. Finishing touch, a Walkman, wear it” I put the orange headphones on and clipped it to my white vinyl belt. “One more thing, open your mouth.” I did so as she rummaged on her desk before popping a stick of gum in my mouth, “keep chewing and your mouth full at all times.” She laughed and handed me the pack and I was off.
It was a bright morning and I was probably not the only girl dressed like that but I did not see any. The first 50 yards were difficult but after seeing y reflection in a few windows I felt very comfortable. Not many people stared and most were male and I thought they stared at my butt and legs which was fine. Certainly by the time I got to the street my walk was a lot smaller and daintier and I was actively enjoying myself. The big pink heart shaped plastic watch said I was on time when I arrived at the sex shop which was odd as the shop had a sign saying closed on it. To be sure I pushed on the door which opened and went in. The blue parachute sports bag over my shoulder. There was a bright flash of light and I threw my hands up and give a sharp high pitched yelp, keeping in character. My eyes recovered and I saw in the shop wires and cables connecting 2 umbrella flashes, there was a camera on a tripod, a photographer, a helper holding a reflective panel, Shona, the manager and 4 models; 2 male and 2 girls. The girls, 1 blonde and 1 brunette were wearing stockings and panties and heels but nothing else. The 2 men were well built, tanned and only wearing posing pouches. They were being photographed by a display of lingerie which was probably the least suggestive things in the shop. “That’s for the flyers and adverts, “ said Shona. “We will do some soft porn for the men’s mags, then something a bit harder for specialist mags and finally something more hard-core for the European market. You OK with being in all that?”
“There will be fun and games getting 2 of the models to do that lot said one of the men”
Shona did introductions “Justine, gay for pay, Sapphire time for pics Building up her portfolio”
“Hi” said Justine. “Do not think I have seen any of your work, new?” Yes I said. Justine had an easy manner with him. “One girl, the blonde, is only here to do glamour, thinks she is going to be the next Linda Lusadi or Sam Fox and the guy will not do anal, not even with girls” he added wistfully. “The brunette and I are up for anything.”
“So is Sapphire” interrupted Shona.
Shona who was wearing additional makeup, a tighter corset and higher heels looked round “We can do the Tranny shots now.” I was made to look at the lingerie while the girls held bras and stockings against me. “the toys now please “ said the photographer and vibrators and dildoes were held suggestively. I was made to bend down and a dildo placed at my shorts. The girls were replaced by the men and the same shots repeated.
I stood back as the 2 girls and men looked at the vibrators. Justine picked one up and ran it over the brunette, the flash going off regularly. The other man started to kneel down and take the blonde’s panties off. We had reached the limit of the blonde’s acceptability though happy to pull suggestively at her panties and pout actually showing any pussy was verboten. Presumably this had been planned for as she went into the storeroom to change back into normal day clothes people just shrugged and carried on. The brunette dropped her panties and took a vibrator and rubbed it against her nipples and down to her clit. The men then kissed her nipples and one started to lick he out which the other kissed her. After a few variations both men took turns to fuck her over the glass counter which was very exciting, the girl had a good body, was happy to show it and the men were well endowered. They seemed to know what shots the photographer wanted and he moved around then rarely stopping the action and directing them.
Shona tapped my arm and said “your turn now. Customer comes in, looks at goods, served by female shop assistant, surprised by male customer, gets excited and fucks you and assistant. Assistant fucks you with strap on. “
Suddenly it was all real and I was very excited, I looked at the brunette and the guys and shivered with anticipation, I had seen their cocks and they were thick and long. The brunette put her bra and panties back on and also a very short, very tight zip fronted overall. The overall showed her big breasts and had a name badge stating “Miss Goodybody, how can I serve YOU?”
We went over to videos and magazines and the pics started to be taken. The brunette showed me various strapons which she passed to me I chose one and started to suck it experimentally. Brunette then took her overall off and I unzipped my denim shorts and stepped out of them, Brunette pulled my panties off and sucked my cock till it was hard when upon she undid her bra and panties to reveal her large breasts with hard nipples. The man appeared from the changing room in only a posing pouch and watched us. There were then pics of Justine taking his pouch off and starting to stroke his hard cock. The girl and I kneeled in front of him taking turns to suck him off. We stopped for the flashes and tripod to be moved for the counter scene. When satisfied with the exposure we started again. It was odd just standing there with hardons just waiting and occasionally stroking ourselves to stay hard. The pics started again; brunette putting strap on, me kneeling in front sucking strapon and Justine, me bent over the counter as the brunette pushed the black strapon up my ass. Justine fed me his dick from the other side of the counter and I sucked him again. After a few shots the brunette pulled out and took the strapon off. Justine took her place and I felt again a cock in my ass. It was nicely stretched by now and he went in easily, I gasped slightly and the brunette took Justin’s place behind the counter and pushed her crotch against my face. Justin pulled out and I turned over on the counter, he sucked me off for a while and we both stroked our rock hard dicks until we spurted cum over me. What with the flashes and the thought that people would see the pics, they would in in magazines like those all around us.
“That fine photographer?” Shona asked. “Yes should be some good shots there” he looked at his watch and smiled at us all “let’s stop there.” Shona found some tissues and baby wipes and we tidied ourselves up while the flash units and cables were tidied away. There was a quiet atmosphere of people getting on with it after a job well done and Justine and the brunette went into the storeroom to get changed while I put back on the discarded clothes which lay about the shop floor. I was handed a model release form to sign and Justin and the brunette returned. They were chatting about bus times which felt somehow odd after what had just happened. We all smiled at each other in a job well done way and we all said how we hoped we would be working together again soon and they walked out into the street. Shona was starting to tidy up the shop for opening and I was about to ask Shona some searching questions when she looked at the photographer “well?” The photographer made a big play of appearing to think hard then he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a card “well should be some good pics, you will get your article, up to the sub how much of a spread but you will be mentioned,” he paused and then continued “ not the girl I was expecting “ Shona appeared almost angry “she had a curry last night and no way was anything going up her arse today, in fact quite the opposite. Only found out this morning. And how was the girl?” This was me apparently. “Need to see the contacts to see if the camera likes you, but do not expect any real problems with that.” He turned to me and gave me his card, “phone me next month might be able to use you again sometime.” At that he said his good byes and left. There was a silence only broken by Shona going “yes, yes I know, we should have asked you first but as you heard we were desperate.” She stopped as this did not sound such a good thing to say. “Still it worked well; you got your foot in the door, a start on your portfolio and paid.” At this she produced a white envelope and was about to give it to me when she stopped and from another piece of paper copied a phone number onto the envelope. “That’s Justin and his wife’s, the brunette, phone number. If you got the thumbs up you can call them if you want for a chat about the business.” She seemed to think that made things right and I suppose it was the best I could expect so the matter sort of ended there. She slapped my ass in the shorts, “its lunch time now, lots of people around, give them something to look at. I will tell s you did well, she is always pleased when her girls progress.” At the mention of lunch I realised I needed to get back and change and remove makeup and nail varnish for the meeting this afternoon.
I was in my personal tutor’s office, looking out I saw post graduate students looking worried that they did not have enough results and planning new experiments. I liked my personal tutor; he was 40 and did not work hard at being a friend. “Had Jefferson here yesterday, he was asking about the unicorn grant.” I had never heard of such a grant and looked surprised. “You know the 3 year grant for doing very little work but leads to a good PhD and a career in industry.” He looked at me and said “they do not exist so we call them the unicorn grant. Said I would do him a list of available grants from the university, had several copies made here’s yours.” He handed me a set of a4 paper. “Nice lad Jefferson, but there is a lot of nice students applying for grants, thinking about the future what are your plans? “ I looked into the middle distance and rather than say investigate the effects of female hormones and try to get some safe ones or follow a career in porn. Went for a "wait until get results" answer. “Not good” he said, “start planning now, read that pile of bumf and have a think about the future.” Suddenly he said “you have auburn hair just noticed it as you are growing it long. “ He looked at me and said “ectomorph too.” Again I looked surprised and he continued “tall and thin, small feet too, be surprised if your waist is over 30 inches, low body fat I bet too. Nothing planned for this afternoon?” I said no as if further to indicate my lack of future planning. “Good lets go and see Professor James, on the floor down, it will do you some good if you apply for a grant here.” He manged to keep his envy out of the word professor, “that OK with you?” “Yes I suppose, but why?” I said. “Well the prof,” this seemed to be easier for him to say, “is always on the lookout for ectomorphs to do physiological measurements and Kylie is interested in the genetics of auburnism”
The prof’s laboratory was larger and full of treadmills and the suchlike and he was talking to a tall redhead female student. He looked genuinely interested as we were introduced and said another one for you too Kylie to the redhead who looked at me and said Viking ancestry in an Australian accent. I was surprised to find someone actually called Kylie and almost laughed out aloud but the name badge did say Kylie. “We want to give you sunburn and test different sunblock agents on you, you up for that?” “Not really” I said, there were a couple of shows I was booked to do. “Do not worry it will fade in a week, we have ethical considerations to bear in mind. “ There were several forms to read and sign, blood and a swab was taken and various physiological measurements made with me in only a pair of shorts. “you’re a swimmer I see” said the professor,” you shave your body hair,” he explained. They seemed surprised how thin I was “but well-toned” said Kylie so that was healthy. “You should see my twin sister, she’s nearly as tall as me but a dancer, and she’s toned.” “Pilates probably” said Kylie “Is she auburn too? Is she local, could she come in as well, do you have any good pictures of you both showing a lot of skin?” quizzed the professor. “Well she might be coming to Brighton for a summer course next month,” I managed after such a weird question
Walking to the next room to be “irradiated” in their lovely phrase it was just Kylie and I. “You can get too close to your work,” she said dryly and we both laughed in an easy, comfortable way. “Go into the booth; take your clothes, trainers and socks off, change into the wee disposable paper shorts and thongs.” She stopped and corrected herself, “flip flops and come out, we will put 3 different sunblock’s in 6 inch strips on your abdomen and irradiate you with a set amount of light. You will need these goggles for protection.” I stood in the small room like a shower cubicle, there was a set of sunlamps at one wall, a mark where to stand, several cameras and dosimeters and a mirror which reflected my image. After several readings were taken the sunlamps were turned on and I stood thee for 5 mins being “irradiated.” Five minutes is a long time when you have nothing to do and even through the goggles I could see my thin, long thin androgynous body in the mirror. It was reasonably female and really not too bad. Even though I felt very unsettled looking at myself and it was clear another psychological landmine had suddenly appeared brought up by recent events. There would have to be more deep-thinking. Kylie returned and after more measurements I was allowed to get dressed and told to return every day for measurement “will not take long, do not forget to get your sister in,” said the prof as Kylie led me out the lab.
“See you are looking into grants, “ Kylie eyed my bundle of photocopies. “I have a friend who might have a free room if your sister needs one,” she took one of the photocopies and wrote a name and number and address. She looked briefly down the corridor which was empty. “Good place further education to get your shit together girl,” she said reverting to some hard as nails Bondi beach babe. Suddenly I was rather tired of people telling me what to do, shocked at being read so easily and was about to get angry at the wrong person when she said “prof noticed your shaved body, I noticed your finely plucked eyebrows.” “That’s not really definitive proof of anything “I said quietly. “No, not really but nail varnish on your toenails is.” She smiled sweetly, “we will give you a killer tan to go with your bikini ready body babe, see you tomorrow.” At that she left leaving me somewhat stunned, it had been one of those days.
Back in my room I put on my makeup and then emptied the bag on my bed. There was a yellow cami/crop top which showed a lot of my abdomen, a pair of very short denim shorts with a white belt, those ankle socks with frills round them, a pair of big say size 9 breast forms, a frilly bra and panties and a pair of white stilettoes. Then there was the jewellery; big plastic red ball clip on ear rings, red and yellow plastic ball bracelet, red and yellow plastic ball necklace and one of those frilly things you put around your wrist. To complete the ensemble there was a very small, very girly rucksack which was sequined. I realised I would need to wear more makeup at this point. And bright red nail varnish. To complete the look I painted my toes too which did make me feel girly. Well I put them all on and it had to be said it did all work, I looked a right bimbo or airhead which was rather fun. It was not the look I would have chosen but you I was happy with. I pouted into the mirror with red lips, pushed my ass out, the earrings dangling and my endless legs with the denim shorts as a second skin to my ass, and really large breast it might just work. That was the worrying part, I was too tall and my hands too big and my voice so wrong but deep down it felt right and it was more than a sexual thing.
By the time I had walked the 3 flights down to the office my IQ had fallen dramatically but I was trying a wiggle in the walk and my hands seemed to find it natural to be more angular and expressive. “See, said it would work, give that sports bag to Shona at the sex shop, be there for 10.15. Finishing touch, a Walkman, wear it” I put the orange headphones on and clipped it to my white vinyl belt. “One more thing, open your mouth.” I did so as she rummaged on her desk before popping a stick of gum in my mouth, “keep chewing and your mouth full at all times.” She laughed and handed me the pack and I was off.
It was a bright morning and I was probably not the only girl dressed like that but I did not see any. The first 50 yards were difficult but after seeing y reflection in a few windows I felt very comfortable. Not many people stared and most were male and I thought they stared at my butt and legs which was fine. Certainly by the time I got to the street my walk was a lot smaller and daintier and I was actively enjoying myself. The big pink heart shaped plastic watch said I was on time when I arrived at the sex shop which was odd as the shop had a sign saying closed on it. To be sure I pushed on the door which opened and went in. The blue parachute sports bag over my shoulder. There was a bright flash of light and I threw my hands up and give a sharp high pitched yelp, keeping in character. My eyes recovered and I saw in the shop wires and cables connecting 2 umbrella flashes, there was a camera on a tripod, a photographer, a helper holding a reflective panel, Shona, the manager and 4 models; 2 male and 2 girls. The girls, 1 blonde and 1 brunette were wearing stockings and panties and heels but nothing else. The 2 men were well built, tanned and only wearing posing pouches. They were being photographed by a display of lingerie which was probably the least suggestive things in the shop. “That’s for the flyers and adverts, “ said Shona. “We will do some soft porn for the men’s mags, then something a bit harder for specialist mags and finally something more hard-core for the European market. You OK with being in all that?”
“There will be fun and games getting 2 of the models to do that lot said one of the men”
Shona did introductions “Justine, gay for pay, Sapphire time for pics Building up her portfolio”
“Hi” said Justine. “Do not think I have seen any of your work, new?” Yes I said. Justine had an easy manner with him. “One girl, the blonde, is only here to do glamour, thinks she is going to be the next Linda Lusadi or Sam Fox and the guy will not do anal, not even with girls” he added wistfully. “The brunette and I are up for anything.”
“So is Sapphire” interrupted Shona.
Shona who was wearing additional makeup, a tighter corset and higher heels looked round “We can do the Tranny shots now.” I was made to look at the lingerie while the girls held bras and stockings against me. “the toys now please “ said the photographer and vibrators and dildoes were held suggestively. I was made to bend down and a dildo placed at my shorts. The girls were replaced by the men and the same shots repeated.
I stood back as the 2 girls and men looked at the vibrators. Justine picked one up and ran it over the brunette, the flash going off regularly. The other man started to kneel down and take the blonde’s panties off. We had reached the limit of the blonde’s acceptability though happy to pull suggestively at her panties and pout actually showing any pussy was verboten. Presumably this had been planned for as she went into the storeroom to change back into normal day clothes people just shrugged and carried on. The brunette dropped her panties and took a vibrator and rubbed it against her nipples and down to her clit. The men then kissed her nipples and one started to lick he out which the other kissed her. After a few variations both men took turns to fuck her over the glass counter which was very exciting, the girl had a good body, was happy to show it and the men were well endowered. They seemed to know what shots the photographer wanted and he moved around then rarely stopping the action and directing them.
Shona tapped my arm and said “your turn now. Customer comes in, looks at goods, served by female shop assistant, surprised by male customer, gets excited and fucks you and assistant. Assistant fucks you with strap on. “
Suddenly it was all real and I was very excited, I looked at the brunette and the guys and shivered with anticipation, I had seen their cocks and they were thick and long. The brunette put her bra and panties back on and also a very short, very tight zip fronted overall. The overall showed her big breasts and had a name badge stating “Miss Goodybody, how can I serve YOU?”
We went over to videos and magazines and the pics started to be taken. The brunette showed me various strapons which she passed to me I chose one and started to suck it experimentally. Brunette then took her overall off and I unzipped my denim shorts and stepped out of them, Brunette pulled my panties off and sucked my cock till it was hard when upon she undid her bra and panties to reveal her large breasts with hard nipples. The man appeared from the changing room in only a posing pouch and watched us. There were then pics of Justine taking his pouch off and starting to stroke his hard cock. The girl and I kneeled in front of him taking turns to suck him off. We stopped for the flashes and tripod to be moved for the counter scene. When satisfied with the exposure we started again. It was odd just standing there with hardons just waiting and occasionally stroking ourselves to stay hard. The pics started again; brunette putting strap on, me kneeling in front sucking strapon and Justine, me bent over the counter as the brunette pushed the black strapon up my ass. Justine fed me his dick from the other side of the counter and I sucked him again. After a few shots the brunette pulled out and took the strapon off. Justine took her place and I felt again a cock in my ass. It was nicely stretched by now and he went in easily, I gasped slightly and the brunette took Justin’s place behind the counter and pushed her crotch against my face. Justin pulled out and I turned over on the counter, he sucked me off for a while and we both stroked our rock hard dicks until we spurted cum over me. What with the flashes and the thought that people would see the pics, they would in in magazines like those all around us.
“That fine photographer?” Shona asked. “Yes should be some good shots there” he looked at his watch and smiled at us all “let’s stop there.” Shona found some tissues and baby wipes and we tidied ourselves up while the flash units and cables were tidied away. There was a quiet atmosphere of people getting on with it after a job well done and Justine and the brunette went into the storeroom to get changed while I put back on the discarded clothes which lay about the shop floor. I was handed a model release form to sign and Justin and the brunette returned. They were chatting about bus times which felt somehow odd after what had just happened. We all smiled at each other in a job well done way and we all said how we hoped we would be working together again soon and they walked out into the street. Shona was starting to tidy up the shop for opening and I was about to ask Shona some searching questions when she looked at the photographer “well?” The photographer made a big play of appearing to think hard then he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a card “well should be some good pics, you will get your article, up to the sub how much of a spread but you will be mentioned,” he paused and then continued “ not the girl I was expecting “ Shona appeared almost angry “she had a curry last night and no way was anything going up her arse today, in fact quite the opposite. Only found out this morning. And how was the girl?” This was me apparently. “Need to see the contacts to see if the camera likes you, but do not expect any real problems with that.” He turned to me and gave me his card, “phone me next month might be able to use you again sometime.” At that he said his good byes and left. There was a silence only broken by Shona going “yes, yes I know, we should have asked you first but as you heard we were desperate.” She stopped as this did not sound such a good thing to say. “Still it worked well; you got your foot in the door, a start on your portfolio and paid.” At this she produced a white envelope and was about to give it to me when she stopped and from another piece of paper copied a phone number onto the envelope. “That’s Justin and his wife’s, the brunette, phone number. If you got the thumbs up you can call them if you want for a chat about the business.” She seemed to think that made things right and I suppose it was the best I could expect so the matter sort of ended there. She slapped my ass in the shorts, “its lunch time now, lots of people around, give them something to look at. I will tell s you did well, she is always pleased when her girls progress.” At the mention of lunch I realised I needed to get back and change and remove makeup and nail varnish for the meeting this afternoon.
I was in my personal tutor’s office, looking out I saw post graduate students looking worried that they did not have enough results and planning new experiments. I liked my personal tutor; he was 40 and did not work hard at being a friend. “Had Jefferson here yesterday, he was asking about the unicorn grant.” I had never heard of such a grant and looked surprised. “You know the 3 year grant for doing very little work but leads to a good PhD and a career in industry.” He looked at me and said “they do not exist so we call them the unicorn grant. Said I would do him a list of available grants from the university, had several copies made here’s yours.” He handed me a set of a4 paper. “Nice lad Jefferson, but there is a lot of nice students applying for grants, thinking about the future what are your plans? “ I looked into the middle distance and rather than say investigate the effects of female hormones and try to get some safe ones or follow a career in porn. Went for a "wait until get results" answer. “Not good” he said, “start planning now, read that pile of bumf and have a think about the future.” Suddenly he said “you have auburn hair just noticed it as you are growing it long. “ He looked at me and said “ectomorph too.” Again I looked surprised and he continued “tall and thin, small feet too, be surprised if your waist is over 30 inches, low body fat I bet too. Nothing planned for this afternoon?” I said no as if further to indicate my lack of future planning. “Good lets go and see Professor James, on the floor down, it will do you some good if you apply for a grant here.” He manged to keep his envy out of the word professor, “that OK with you?” “Yes I suppose, but why?” I said. “Well the prof,” this seemed to be easier for him to say, “is always on the lookout for ectomorphs to do physiological measurements and Kylie is interested in the genetics of auburnism”
The prof’s laboratory was larger and full of treadmills and the suchlike and he was talking to a tall redhead female student. He looked genuinely interested as we were introduced and said another one for you too Kylie to the redhead who looked at me and said Viking ancestry in an Australian accent. I was surprised to find someone actually called Kylie and almost laughed out aloud but the name badge did say Kylie. “We want to give you sunburn and test different sunblock agents on you, you up for that?” “Not really” I said, there were a couple of shows I was booked to do. “Do not worry it will fade in a week, we have ethical considerations to bear in mind. “ There were several forms to read and sign, blood and a swab was taken and various physiological measurements made with me in only a pair of shorts. “you’re a swimmer I see” said the professor,” you shave your body hair,” he explained. They seemed surprised how thin I was “but well-toned” said Kylie so that was healthy. “You should see my twin sister, she’s nearly as tall as me but a dancer, and she’s toned.” “Pilates probably” said Kylie “Is she auburn too? Is she local, could she come in as well, do you have any good pictures of you both showing a lot of skin?” quizzed the professor. “Well she might be coming to Brighton for a summer course next month,” I managed after such a weird question
Walking to the next room to be “irradiated” in their lovely phrase it was just Kylie and I. “You can get too close to your work,” she said dryly and we both laughed in an easy, comfortable way. “Go into the booth; take your clothes, trainers and socks off, change into the wee disposable paper shorts and thongs.” She stopped and corrected herself, “flip flops and come out, we will put 3 different sunblock’s in 6 inch strips on your abdomen and irradiate you with a set amount of light. You will need these goggles for protection.” I stood in the small room like a shower cubicle, there was a set of sunlamps at one wall, a mark where to stand, several cameras and dosimeters and a mirror which reflected my image. After several readings were taken the sunlamps were turned on and I stood thee for 5 mins being “irradiated.” Five minutes is a long time when you have nothing to do and even through the goggles I could see my thin, long thin androgynous body in the mirror. It was reasonably female and really not too bad. Even though I felt very unsettled looking at myself and it was clear another psychological landmine had suddenly appeared brought up by recent events. There would have to be more deep-thinking. Kylie returned and after more measurements I was allowed to get dressed and told to return every day for measurement “will not take long, do not forget to get your sister in,” said the prof as Kylie led me out the lab.
“See you are looking into grants, “ Kylie eyed my bundle of photocopies. “I have a friend who might have a free room if your sister needs one,” she took one of the photocopies and wrote a name and number and address. She looked briefly down the corridor which was empty. “Good place further education to get your shit together girl,” she said reverting to some hard as nails Bondi beach babe. Suddenly I was rather tired of people telling me what to do, shocked at being read so easily and was about to get angry at the wrong person when she said “prof noticed your shaved body, I noticed your finely plucked eyebrows.” “That’s not really definitive proof of anything “I said quietly. “No, not really but nail varnish on your toenails is.” She smiled sweetly, “we will give you a killer tan to go with your bikini ready body babe, see you tomorrow.” At that she left leaving me somewhat stunned, it had been one of those days.
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