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The Model Belladonna [Based on a concept suggested by Eva Conevil] Fran Dukes shook her head as she stared at her inventory before her eyes drifted back to the website that her boyfriend had set up for her. Fran felt that the pictures of the clothing across a white background did not do them justice and were inhibiting internet based sales for her boutique. The boutique was a labor of love for Fran. She had started it with money provided from her wealthy parents and had made it self sufficient even though she did not make enough money to pay herself a living wage. Money issues were of little concern to Fran though. She lived with her boyfriend of two years, Jordan Gordine, and he made more than enough money for the two of them to survive through his own business servicing computer and information systems for various small and midsize businesses throughout the region that did not have in-house information technicians. Fran's parents were also not reluctant to send their only child money to help support her, even as they were unaware that she was living with her boyfriend. While Fran knew that her mother would have little problem with her premarital cohabitation with Jordan, she believed her father would have significant issues with her living it. Fran also believed that her father would have a number of issues with Jordan if they ever met, so she carefully kept Jordan from meeting her parents over the years. At first, Jordan did not mind not having to meet Fran's parents, but as their relationship grew more serious, he began asking Fran for the opportunity to meet them. The thought of her Texan, country raised father meeting her Jewish, city born and raised, computer technician boyfriend concerned her. She knew that they were contrasting personalities, as her father was strong willed and domineering, while Jordan was passive and easygoing. The contrasts even extended to their bodies. While they each stood 5'11," her father was much more muscular than her boyfriend who was overweight from his sedentary lifestyle and his eating and drinking habits. As Jordan emerged from the bathroom of her boutique, Fran turned her attention back to the images of the clothing that she and other local designers had designed, which were on her computer screen. She shook her head at how flat the images of the clothing appeared. Jordan walked towards her and asked, "Babe, what's wrong?" Fran stared at Jordan for a minute. She knew that Jordan did not mean anything hurtful by calling her babe, but she resented it. Unlike Jordan, Fran had been overweight her whole life and had been called "Babe" derisively as a child in a reference to a movie about a pig. Fran clutched Jordan's hand as he placed it on her shoulder. She turned her face towards him before she expressed her distaste about how the pictures appeared on the screen. Jordan shrugged and said, "I can't really do anything about that. That's the best resolution you're going to get." Fran nodded before she said, "I understand that, but girls don't really get the picture of how these clothes are going to look on them when they're just laying flat or hanging off a hanger." "Aren't you the one who told me that models are nothing more than glorified hangers?" Jordan countered. Fran smiled as she replied, "Yes, but they're more effective in showing how the clothing is going to lay on you." "Why don't you model them then?" Jordan replied. "What?" Fran asked with a grin as she shook her head. "Come on. I'll take the pictures." "Are you nuts? I'm not a model?" "And why's that? If I take a picture of you modeling the clothes, I think that'll make you a model." "No, it doesn't, sweetie." "Well, if you change your mind..." "It's not that's it's a bad idea, Jordan, it's just that I'm not the right size for a model." "What's the right size?" "Models are supposed to be tall, like 5'8" to 6'." "Please, Fran, the models you're talking about are also supposed to look preteen boys too. I'm talking about real people. You know girls who are bigger than a size zero." Fran spun her chair around and stared at Jordan as she replied, "Well, that's my customer base, dear." "I know. So why not show them how good they look on you, unless you think it'll make them too jealous." "You flatter me, Jordan, you really do, please go on," Fran responded with a grin. Thinking that he was going to have relations with her that night, Jordan showered Fran with every compliment he could think up as he tried to talk her into modeling the clothes. Fran blushed at his praise, but she responded, "I appreciate it, sweetie, but I'm just too short. No one wants to buy a dress when they see the legs of 5'2" girl coming out from underneath it. I just don't have the gams." "Gams? What are you are seventy year old man?" Jordan countered as he placed his hands on his waist Fran leaned back as she stared at his pose and smiled while she asked, "Do you think I can make this business work?" "As a businessman, and someone who loves you, I know you can." "Well, maybe you could help me out then." "Anything, babe, you know that. I set up your server, your register; put your inventory into the system, set up your website..." "I know, sweetie. You don't have to go through every little thing that you've done for me. You know how much I appreciate it all; I just want you to help me make the site a little better." Jordan shrugged and said, "Sure, you've got it. What do you need?" Fran paused, as she rethought her proposal for a second, before she answered, "I want you to model the clothes." Jordan stared at his girlfriend. He blinked his eyes in silence as he turned his head to the side before he looked down at the ground. After a few seconds, he looked up at his girlfriend and asked "Come again?" "I want you to model my inventory." "Your inventory." "Yes." "Your inventory for big girls." "We call them plus size girls, but yes." "Right. So, let me see if I understand this correctly. You want me to model your plus size women's clothes so you can post some pictures of me in them on your website." "That's the gist of it," Fran answered while she nodded. "I don't know what to say to that" Jordan replied, trying to be diplomatic as he knew that the prospect of sex that night was still in the realm of possibilities. "Just say yes." "Thanks, Taylor Swift, but there's more to it than that," Jordan replied. "What did your mom tell you about those smartass remarks?" Fran asked. "Please, leave my mother out of this," Jordan responded as he thought about the times his mother had yelled at him for his comments over the years. "Sorry, but I really want you to think about this." "I just did. Not happening, sorry," Jordan retorted. "Come on, sweetie, I really need your help." "Look, I'm happy to help you around here in anyway that is not terribly humiliating..." "Come on, you've done more humiliating things," Fran interjected. "Like what? No, wait don't tell me," Jordan responded as he remembered what she was alluding to and did not want to relive every embarrassing moment in his mind. Fran laughed before she replied, "Come on. You'll be perfect for this." "Why don't you just hire a real model?" Jordan countered. "I can't even pay myself minimum wage, Jordan. How could I afford to pay a model?" "How much could one really cost?" "They're aren't that many plus size girls that are tall and willing to be photographed. It takes a certain type of girl to do it." "I'm not any type of girl!" "I know. You're a boy, and boys aren't as inhibited..." "Let me just stop you there. I'm every bit as inhibited as you are, if not more so..." "Well, we're a different case than most," Fran interjected. "This isn't a fruitful area of discussion, Fran. I'm not going to do it." "Jordan, if I could afford a model. I would have already paid one. Trust me. They're expensive, and none of my friends are tall enough to do it either. If there was any other way, Jordan, I wouldn't ask." Jordan threw up his hands as he replied, "Do you know how ridiculous you're going to make me look?" "Is it anymore ridiculous than you looked when you were the bassist for that rock band back in college. Those pictures and those posts of you guys on Youtube in your eyeliner, they're still there." "My mother really hates those pictures," Jordan replied with a smile "I can see why. It's her baby boy in makeup and girls clothing." "It wasn't girls clothing." "Look, honey, if your shirt has a built in shawl, it's girls clothing." Jordan blushed as he shook his head and knew that he had purchased the clothing from the ladies section of the thrift store as had the other members of the band. "All those pictures and videos are all up on the internet, sweetie. They'll never go away, what's a few more?" "This is different. This is not like being in a band and trying to project an image on stage. You're asking me to dress up like a girl and post pictures of it!" "I think your mother would like them more than the old ones," Fran replied with a smile. Jordan laughed and thought about how much his mother would flip out if she saw pictures of him in drag on his girlfriend's website, but that was not enough of an enticement. "Come on, honey, it can be my Valentine's Day gift." "Oh, yes, a wonderful gift that you can hold over me for the rest of my life." "Hold what over you?" "The fact that I made myself a sissy for you for a Valentine's Day gift!" "No one will think you're a sissy. They'll think you're a really devoted boyfriend." "Maybe your friends will think that, and I doubt they will, but my friends..." "Your friends! You're worried about your friends. You think this will make them think any differently of you." "Yes," Jordan responded incredulously. "Please. Malcolm shot himself in the foot, literally, when he was cleaning a gun. Who cleans a loaded gun? And what about Mitchell and Celia? Do you remember when you all found those pictures of them online in their little role-play outfits. What was Mitchell supposed to be, a Japanese girl?" "That was anime crap. They're all either monsters or 12 year old girls." "I know a school girl outfit when I see one," Fran countered. "Maybe it was." "Your friends all thought it was, and what did you do? You made fun of him until, eventually, it got less funny and you moved on to rip on him for something else. That's what guys do. You all find something to rip on the other with and move on." "So what you're saying I should just deal with the abuse I'm going to get when one of their girls checks out your site and sees me in a dress?" Jordan asked. "Yes, just role with it. Explain the situation and joke along with them if they bring it up." Jordan thought about his girlfriend's words. He realized that she was right, and he could think of things that his friends had seen or knew about that he considered nearly as embarrassing as what Fran was proposing. He also figured that it was unlikely that his virtually all male cliental would ever stumble across the website for his girlfriend's small boutique and make the connection. Jordan smiled at his girlfriend before he said, "Okay, maybe I'll do it, but there's going to be some parameters." "Like what?" "Like I'm not letting you dress me up like a slut!" Fran laughed and said, "That won't be an issue, dear. None of these clothes are really too skanky." "Good," Jordan replied. "So you'll do it?" Fran asked as her eyes grew wide. "Sure, it'll be my gift to you," Jordan replied. Fran hopped to her feet and embraced him. She kissed him upon the lips and said, "You just wait until you see the gift I'm going to give you." Jordan smiled as he wondered what she was planning for him before he followed her out the door of the boutique. They locked the shop up and walked a few blocks to their two bedroom apartment. Shortly after they entered their apartment, Jordan heard Fran moving about in their bathroom. After a few minutes, Fran called out Jordan's name. Jordan started to walk towards the bathroom and asked what she needed. He came to a stop as he stared inside and saw the shaving foam and ladies razor in her hand. Fran smiled at Jordan and inquired, "Are you ready to get started?" "What are you planning on?" Jordan asked. Fran could sense to wariness in his voice before she responded, "Just to get you ready for your shoot tomorrow." "Is the razor really necessary?" "I can't have my model having hairy legs, can I? It would kind of be a give away. Don't you think?" "Isn't there someway we could hide it?" Jordan asked. "Not all the way. We could do it partly, but not..." "Then let's do it partly," Jordan responded. "Jordan, it's the middle of the winter. Who's really going to see your legs before your hair grows back? I mean come on, sweetie." "I know, but I never shaved my body before..." "I understand that, but it's no big deal. It's not like I'm asking you to shave your arm hair. That's light enough that no one's really going to think twice about it. Your legs are a whole different story though." Jordan closed his eyes and tilted his head upwards. He knew that there was little use fighting Fran about shaving his legs. He was certain that she was right that no one would notice. Even though he was hardly on board with the whole endeavor, Jordan agreed to let her shave his legs. Fran helped Jordan disrobe, and he stepped into the shower. He washed his body before he let Fran rub her hands along his legs as she lathered up the fruity smelling foam. Jordan felt excited as he sensed Fran's hands on his skin as she steadied his leg in her hand and ran the pink and white razor across it before she washed the matted hair off the blade. Jordan tried to think about something that would not excite him as she continued to remove the hair from his legs as his member continued to engorge. Fran did her best to ignore Jordan's increasingly obvious erection as she moved onto his next leg. While she wanted to say something, she did not want to humiliate him. Fran knew that she would have plenty of time to tease him about what he was about to do for her, so she saw no need to rush into it while he still had a chance to back out. Once Fran finished removing the last of his leg hair, Jordan washed his smooth legs with Fran's body wash and was surprised at how sensitive they felt. He turned off the shower and took hold of his towel. He dried himself off before he tied the towel around his waist. As he opened the bathroom door, he heard Fran calling him into the second bedroom in the apartment where she kept her designs that she worked on outside of the boutique. Jordan walked towards the room and pushed the door open. Fran smiled at him as she held a pair of white panties and black, sheer pantyhose in her hand. Jordan cringed as he looked at the undergarments in her hand. "What's wrong?" Fran asked as she tossed the cotton panties at Jordan. As Jordan dropped his towel and pulled the soft panties up his legs, Jordan responded, "Are those tights in your hands?" "No, silly, these are pantyhose." "Pantyhose?" "Yes, what's the problem?" "Aren't they going to be a little tight on me?" Jordan asked as he secured the cotton panties over his enlarging member. "Not much tighter than those panties," Fran said as she saw the increasing size of his bulge and smirked. Jordan noticed it too and blushed as he placed his hands over his crotch. Fran then said, "Don't worry about it. It won't feel that tight once you tuck your little guy away." "What do you mean?" "I mean this," Fran said as she reached into his panties and took hold of his enlarged member. Jordan stared into Fran's eyes and blushed before she shoved his member between his legs and pushed his testicles into his body. Jordan stared at her, almost dumbfounded, before Fran told him to take a seat on the daybed. Jordan followed her direction feeling confused. He was taken aback by her directness and forcefulness, but he was enjoying it. Fran took hold of the pantyhose again and began to roll them down. She made Jordan step into the pantyhose and slowly unrolled them up his smooth legs. Jordan felt his member straining between his cheeks once more as the sensation of the pantyhose rose up his legs. Fran smiled as she caught him wriggling his toes to enjoy the sensation more. She did not say a word though as she brought the pantyhose further up his body before she told him to stand up. While he did so, Fran pulled up the control top of his tights over his panties. Once Fran finished pulling the pantyhose up his legs, she got to her feet and told Jordan to make sure he was still properly tucked away. While Jordan tried to situate his member between his legs, Fran turned away from him to take hold of one of her bras. Fran then walked towards Jordan with her bra and said, "Here, put this on." Recognizing the white, lace print bra, Jordan inquired, "Is that yours? You want me to put on your bra?" "What did you think I had to work with here? I don't sell bras. What did you expect?" "Nothing. I just don't want my breasts to look too big." "Oh, please, Jordan, a girl your size would have e-cups," Fran replied with a laugh. "Really?" Jordan asked. "Yes, and that's just the way you seem to like them." Jordan nodded as everyone he knew as more than a casual acquaintance was well aware that he liked girls with large breasts. Fran smiled as she handed him the bra and said, "At least you won't have to deal with the back pain these babies cause." Jordan watched as Fran clutched her breasts and jiggled them before she laughed and helped him take off his shirt. Jordan put his arms through the straps of the bra before she helped him fasten the bra behind his back. Fran then stuffed his bra before she walked over to the red floral lace dress she had just finished sewing. She nodded at it as she said, "This will just do fine." Jordan looked at the sleeveless, scoop neckline dress in Fran's hands as she handed it to him. Jordan took hold of the dress and looked over the shirred skirt and banded waist. The idea of putting the dress on seemed so alien to Jordan, but he figured it would feel no stranger than the bra he was wearing. Fran smiled at Jordan and asked, "Are you ready?" Jordan nodded in response. With Fran's assistance, Jordan put on the dress and secured the zipper behind his back. Once the dress was on, Fran took a step away from him and said, "Not bad. Not bad at all." "Oh, come on," Jordan replied. "No. I'm serious. You're just your type of girl." "You're my type of girl," Jordan countered. Fran smiled and nodded as she walked away from Jordan. She returned with three wigs she had from old Halloween costumes. Jordan remembered the outfit he saw her pair the blonde haired wig with, but he had yet to start to date her back when she wore the pink and red wigs. Fran told Jordan to take a seat on the couch bed. She placed the wig on his head and said, "I'm, going to skip eye makeup and give you a nice pair of sunglasses to cover your eyes with." "Sunglasses at night, inside, who the fuck am I, Jack Nicholson?" "It's for the best. Your eyes are such an easy tell. Boys and girls eyes just have a different quality. Besides, the big ones are going to hide your eyebrows a bit too." "So, what? Everyone we know who sees these pictures is going to know it's me." "Maybe, but we're not doing these pictures for them. We're doing them for all the girls that check out my site. They don't know you. With a nice pair of glasses, I think they'll never be able to figure out that the fetching model is really a boy." "I hope you're right, for both our sakes." "I know it, honey," Fran said as she walked out of the room and returned with a pair of large black sunglasses with a slight cat-eyed frame. Jordan felt that the sunglasses in Fran's hand were oversized, but he figured that it seemed to be the style that girls he knew were wearing. Thus, he took the sunglasses from her and put them on. Fran smiled and said, "That'll do nicely." Jordan then asked, "Can I see what I look like?" "Not, just yet. I want to add just a little color to your lips." Jordan sighed as he saw his girlfriend leave the room again and return with her makeup bag. She placed the crimson lipstick on Jordan's lips before she made him smack his lips together. Fran took a step away from Jordan. She cupped her chin with her hand and nodded. "How do I look?" "So gorgeous..." "Oh, shut up." "I'm not joking, sweetie. And this was just with a little work. Jesus, I bet you'd make a beautiful bride." "Well, that's not going to happen because when we get married, you'll be the one in the dress," Jordan replied as he got to his feet. "What makes you think I'll say yes?" Fran asked with a laugh. "Because what other guy would do this for you?" Jordan asked as he pointed at the dress he was wearing. "Yes, I can't argue with that. I really couldn't ask for more with a boy than you," she responded before she decided to tease him a little by adding, "Especially with a boy who'd be such a pretty wife." Jordan shook his head and rolled his eyes at her remark before Fran took his hand and said, "Let me show your new look, Nicole." "Nicole?" Jordan said as he came to a stop. "It feels a little odd to call you Jordan." "Okay, but why Nicole?" Jordan inquired. "You just look like a Nicole to me," Fran replied. Not sure what Fran meant, Jordan replied, "All right, then." Fran shook her head and said, "You're giving this too much thought." Jordan looked down at his feminine attire, prompting him to shake his head while he replied, "I don't think I am." Fran laughed slightly and shook her head before she took his hand and said, "Follow me." Jordan sighed as she led him into their bedroom so he could look at his appearance in the Vanity mirror over her dresser. Fran put her hands over his eyes before he caught a glimpse of himself. Fran asked Jordan, "What are you thinking?" "Why are my girlfriend's hands over my eyes?" "No, I mean, how do you feel?" "Stupid," Jordan replied. "Okay, just stop and listen to the whole question. How do you think you look right now?" "Probably like a drag queen." "Please, drag queens wear a lot more makeup. Give me some credit; I only put lipstick on your fair skinned face." "I can get some stubble." "Sure, if you wait like two weeks." "I can be rugged." "City boys are never rugged, sweetie. They can be street smart and strong, but not rugged. It's not part of their environment." "Okay, how do you think I look?" Jordan countered. "I already told you, gorgeous." "I kind of doubt that." "Well, then take a look at this?" Fran said as she pulled her hands away from his face. Jordan gazed at his reflection and felt his member stir as he was undeniably attracted to his feminized image in the mirror. While he believed that his girlfriend had grossly overstated his attractiveness, Jordan realized that he looked very girlish. "Believe me now?" Jordan shook his head and touched his face just to confirm that he was staring at his reflection. As Jordan put his hand down, his vague disbelief dissipated. "So what do you think?" Fran asked. "I think I look like a girl." "I know you do," Fran replied before she placed a kiss on his cheek, not wanting to mess up his lipstick. Jordan stared at her as she turned away from him, sat down on the daybed and said, "Now, let's start with some simple posses." Jordan nodded and followed her instructions as she told him how to position his feet and arms. Jordan laughed to himself at the number of times she told him to keep his chest out as he stood up straight. 'I wonder how many times my mother ever thought I'd be told to keep my chest out', Jordan thought to himself. Jordan practiced a variety of poses for Fran before she felt that he would be adequate for the session the following night. "That's enough for one night," Fran said as she got to her feet, prompting a look of relief to come to Jordan's face as he took off his sunglasses and wig. Jordan began to undress before Fran helped him get out of the dress she designed. She removed his bra, tights and panties before she led them towards the bedroom. As they entered, Fran removed his panties and said, "It's time for my sweet girl to get his dessert." Jordan felt conflicted by her statement, but that quickly dissipated as he fell onto the bed with Fran and felt her legs wrapped around his smooth legs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day went quickly for Jordan as he worked in the storeroom in the back of Fran's boutique as Fran ran the shop. After closing time, Jordan and Fran grabbed a meal. Thoughts about what they were going to do when they returned to the boutique consumed Jordan's mind as they ate and shared a bottle of wine. Fran noted his many absent minded responses as they ate and knew he was worried about the shoot. She tried to keep his mind off the subject, but she knew that she was largely unable to. After they returned to the boutique, Jordan walked into the back where he had set up the camera for Fran to take the pictures that night. Jordan looked over the spot in storeroom he cleared against the grey colored wall that afternoon. Jordan eye's then wandered over to Fran as he asked for confirmation that the spot was acceptable to her. Fran noted that it was as she reached for the first outfit for him to model. Jordan gazed at it with a feeling of dread gnawing at his stomach. While he had dressed en femme for his girlfriend the night before, Jordan knew that this time it would be different. While the night before was his word versus hers, there would be no denying that he had cross-dressed once Fran snapped the first picture. Even more, Jordan knew that those pictures would be posted to the internet where they would likely have a shelf life that far exceeded their time on Fran's website. Fran turned towards Jordan as she looked over the pink a-line, lace skirt and black chiffon shirt and asked, "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Jordan nodded hesitantly. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt with his shaking hands, prompting Fran to shake her head. She smiled at him as she began to undo his buttons. Jordan watched as she unfastened each button and began to pull his shirt off of his body. She then pulled his undershirt over his head with Jordan's assistance before she turned her attention to his pants. A familiar feeling of excitement arose in Jordan as Fran began to undo the button of his jeans before she pulled down the zipper. Jordan stood motionless as she pulled the jeans down his legs until he stepped out of them at Fran's insistence. Fran then handed him the pair of panties he had worn the day before. Jordan took off his boxer shorts and briefly displayed his embarrassingly hardened member before he covered it with the white cotton panties. Fran then hurried towards Jordan with a pair of nude sheer pantyhose and slowly worked them up his legs as she had the night before. Jordan once again could not help but feel excited by the feeling of his hosiery even as he was confused by his reaction. Jordan tucked away his member while Fran picked up her bra. Jordan placed his arms through the straps before Fran secured it behind his back. Fran then stuffed his bra before she turned back towards the clothing rack and took hold of the first outfit he was supposed to model. Jordan put on the knit top with a peplum waist and bow accent before Fran handed him the ivory colored, pleated a-line skirt with a tie belt. Jordan stepped into the skirt and drew it up his legs before he took hold of Fran's oversized sunglasses and asked her which wig she would like him to wear first. Fran told him to put on the auburn one for the outfit. After Jordan placed on the auburn wig, Fran approached with her lipstick. She placed it upon his lips before she asked, "Are you ready to get started?" "Do I look ready?" Jordan asked as he slipped his feet into the ivory colored, lace, peep toed pumps that Fran had procured for him. Fran could sense the nervousness in Jordan's voice. She nodded with smile as she said, "You sure do." Jordan felt a bit nervous as Fran walked towards the camera and said, "Smile!" Jordan saw the flash and felt confused. "I wasn't ready," Jordan replied. "I know, but I could tell that you were afraid of what me taking a picture of you dressed up like this meant, so I just went ahead and got that over with. Now that it's over and done, you can stop thinking about it. You might as well as accept it. The picture's there. It's over. It exists. Now, just let's focus on the task at hand, girlfriend." Jordan nodded at her and felt some of his anxiety dissolve. He knew that she was right. She had a picture of him already at her disposal. Even if she did not post it online, she could hold it over him. Jordan looked at Fran and nodded. He smiled as he realized that he was no longer in control. He shrugged as he said, "Let's get this started." "Eager girl, I like that," Fran replied. Jordan nodded as he waited for direction. He decided then that as long as he was modeling for Fran, he might as well have some fun with it. Fran saw his smile and said, "Okay, settle down, sweetie. Let's start off with a simple pose for the full outfit." Jordan nodded as he followed her direction and posed with one hand on his waist while the other hung straight in front of his body as he stared to the side. Jordan saw her take a couple of pictures in the pose before she focused on the skirt. Fran made Jordan drop his hands to the side as she photographed the skirt. Fran then told him to put his arm back on his waist as she photographed the top. Once Fran finished photographing him in the outfit, Jordan changed into another. After he finished changing with Fran's help, she touched up his makeup and began making him strike other poses. Jordan complied with Fran's instructions with a zeal that amused his girlfriend. Fran then said, "Tilt your head to left. Good. Now, place your fingers in the ends of your hair." Once Jordan complied, Fran snapped the photograph. She then smiled as she exclaimed, "That's it baby, make love to the camera." Jordan puckered his lips as he leaned towards the camera, prompting Fran to take a photograph that was just for her enjoyment. After that photograph, Jordan changed into another dress. Fran photographed Jordan in a variety of poses before she told him, "Pull at the collar of your dress ever so slightly." As Jordan began to do so, she exclaimed, "No, no, just with your fingertips." Jordan nodded before he did so while Fran clicked another photograph. "That's it. Now, run your fingers through your hair. No higher," Fran said. Jordan could sense the eagerness in his girlfriend's voice and knew the ending the night would have as a slight smile came across his face as he continued to follow his girlfriend's directions. While Fran continued to take his pictures in different outfits, Jordan felt a bit foolish at times, especially while he sat upon the floor in a pair of beige capris and a white graphic tee top with one leg arched up and one leg tucked beneath it and one hand behind his head. Despite those feelings, Jordan continued on with the shoot and positioned his body parts in whatever way Fran wished. Every depiction of Jordan in a dress finished with Fran taking photographs of the back of the dress while he looked over his shoulder. Fran varied things by making him look in different directions and tilting his body and head. Fran made Jordan switch to the blonde wig midway through the shoot and gave him a purse. Jordan felt a bit ridiculous holding the purse with his palm facing the ceiling, but he knew he was supposed to be impersonating a woman, so he just went with it. Occasionally, Jordan's preening grew too much for Fran and she would burst out of laughing. At first Jordan blushed at her laughter, but he began to laugh along with her given his own belief that they were doing was absurd. Jordan figured that he must have looked ridiculous, so he saw no reason to pretend there was nothing comedic about his actions. As Jordan changed into the last outfit on the rack, Fran scurried around him as she was continuing to upload the photographs she had taken onto her system. Part of him wanted to see them, but another part of him realized that Fran was not going to let him any veto power over the photographs she posted. Jordan finished putting on the black shift dress with gold contrast piping over his black opaque tights before Fran touched up his makeup once more. Fran then took a myriad of photographs with his arms, legs and head all in different positions. Fran then said, "Now, pull the hem of the left side of the dress up. That's right, with just your fingertips." "Like this?" Jordan said with a grin. "That's it, work it, girl." Fran comment prompted Jordan to snap his right hand fingers as he waived his arm prompting Fran to laugh. "That's the last of them," Fran said after she took one last photograph, prompting Jordan to breathe a sigh of relief. Jordan reached down and removed his heels before he handed them to Fran and said, "Thank God, I'll never have to wear these again." "Oh, my poor baby. Did those shoes hurt you?" Fran said prior to kissing Jordan on the lips. Jordan blushed at admitting that the shoes that were similar to the ones he loved seeing Fran wear had hurt his feet. As Fran released him from their embrace, Jordan pulled off his wig and sat down in front of the computer. Jordan crossed his legs and began to massage his right foot before Fran started to laugh and said, "Let me do that for you." "There's no need...," Jordan began to reply before Fran pulled over a stool she used when she tailored clothing on her dressmaker mannequins. She took his foot and placed it in her lap as she began to massage it. Jordan began to feel excited as Fran's soft had caressed his still tights covered foot. She stroked the top of his foot from his ankle to his toes, gradually applying more pressure as she did so. Jordan blushed at how good it felt to have the silky fabric of his tights pressed and dragged against his skin by his girlfriend before she proceeded to massage the sole of his foot. Fran moved her thumb about in a circular motion across the sole of his foot before she focused exclusively on the ball and heel of his foot. She gently rotated his foot as she continued to massage it before she kneaded the sole and gently worked over each of his toes. The sensations Fran and the tights were causing to arise in his body made Jordan want to reach down and take hold of his erect member, but he knew he had to resist the urge. Fran then placed his foot down and took hold of the other foot and repeated the same regimen she had used for the right foot. When she finished, Fran stood up and took a seat in Jordan's lap and felt the erection beneath his dress. She grinded her rear against his lap as she giggled for a moment before she placed a kiss upon his lips and said, "Come on babe, let me take you home." "Like this?" Jordan asked. "Who's going to see you at this hour?" Fran asked as she pointed to the clock. Jordan blushed and said, "I don't know, Fran." "Oh, come on. What's two blocks, really?" Realizing how deep he was already in, Jordan did not see any harm in going back to the apartment en femme. Jordan placed his heels and wig back on and followed Fran out the door. Fran locked up the boutique, and they walked back towards their apartment. As Jordan stood beside Fran as she locked the door, he felt the cold wind racing up the skirt of his dress. He shivered before Fran took his arm and started up the block with him. While they sauntered along, Jordan noticed that there were few people out on the street that night, as there usually were on Sunday nights. Jordan looked around at the others on the street. The passersby were largely paying them no attention, which was a relief to him. As they turned the corner, Jordan saw two teenage boys on the other side of the street. Jordan ignored them as he heard them snickering before one of the boys let out an audible 'moo' before they started to chuckle again. Jordan froze. Fran came to a stop and looked up at him. Jordan glanced into her eyes and saw the hurt in her eyes. "I'm going to kill them," Jordan said before Fran clutched his arms and said, "Honey, no. It's not worth it." "I can't let them get away with..." "There's nothing you can do about it. It's not worth getting arrested." "Fran don't...," Jordan started before Fran interjected, "It's not the first time this has happened. I grew up with all the boys making cruel jokes at my expense. I never got used to it, but I learned to let it go." "I can't let it..." "Yes, you can." "It's not about me..." "I know you think you're doing it to protect me, but I don't need to be protected. They're just two dumb teenage boys being assholes. You know, like every teenage boy basically is." Jordan shrugged and realized that he was not dressed for a fight. Fran noticed Jordan staring down at his heels while she smiled and hugged him before she said, "And I don't think it's worth you getting arrested looking so pretty. I don't want to share you with any guy." Jordan laughed a little as he put his arm around her before they continued on towards their apartment building. Jordan followed her up the stairs of the porch, careful to hold the banister. They then headed for their first floor apartment and let themselves inside without anyone else in the building seeing them. As Fran closed the door behind them, she smiled at Jordan while she said, "See, I told you that wouldn't be that bad?" Jordan nodded and said, "I should have known better to doubt you," before he pulled off his heels. "Well, are you ready for your little reward for being such a darling little girl for me?" Fran asked as she raised her eyebrows. Jordan nodded in silence as he leered at her. She walked towards him and took his hand, Jordan followed her into the room and watched as she undressed and beckoned him towards the bed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jordan awoke the next morning with a smile on his face as he thought about the night of pleasure that his girlfriend had given him. As he readied himself to go to work, the smile dissipated as he knew that Fran would soon upload and post the photographs she had taken of him en femme on the boutique's website. The idea of someone he knew seeing him en femme made him sick, even as he knew that it was certainly going to happen among Fran's friends and, almost certainly, his own. Jordan ate breakfast and headed to work as he tried to think about anything but the inevitable. After a few days passed without anyone making a comment, Jordan's mind focused on other things. It was not until he overheard, Fran's friend complimenting his feminine appearance on the phone the next weekend that he gave it more than a few seconds thought. Jordan blushed as he heard Marie talking about the pictures on the website. Jordan knew that Marie was a terrible gossip. Consequently, he knew that all of Fran's friends and their boyfriends and husbands would soon know about the pictures too. Jordan wondered if his friends had found out too, but he knew that he would get the answer that night. Jordan focused his mind on finishing his breakfast and heading out to do weekend maintenance on some of his clients' systems before he left their apartment. After he finished working, Jordan went down to Fran's boutique to help her close up the shop for the night. They then went back to their apartment and got changed to go to the party at Jordan's friend's apartment. They took a cab to the apartment building and went up to Warren's third floor loft. Jordan knocked upon the door, prompting Warren's girlfriend, Hazel, to draw the door open. Jordan and Fran said hello to her before they stepped inside. As they emerged from the hallway into the main room where Warren and Dora's guests were gathered, Jordan heard the laughter that he knew was directed at him. "Hey, reverse Yentel made it," Warren said with a smile before he walked over and gave Jordan a 'bro-hug.' "Yah, yah, get it all out of your system," Jordan replied as he blushed and shook his head, knowing the amount of abuse he was going to take from his friends. "Oh, can I get you two ladies a drink?" Mitchell asked. "Big talk for the school girl," Jordan countered. "It was not a school girl outfit!" Mitchell replied in a huff. Mitchell's girlfriend, Celia, rolled her eyes, as she knew that the outfit she had dressed Mitchell in for their role-playing session was hardly the unisex costume Mitchell adamantly claimed it was. Warren laughed as he walked out of the room to get Jordan a beer and got Fran the drink he knew she favored. Fran then stood aside with some of the girls and started to talk with them as Jordan's friends continued to make fun of him for his cross-dressed modeling. Jordan played along with the jokes and did not take much offense to them. Then Malcolm asked, "So why did you really do it?" "I already explained that to you. Fran needed some help!" "You don't expect us to buy that one do you? There's got to be more to it. You're doing it again, right?" "What? No..." "I can see it in your eyes. You're getting ready to enter the Miss Cankle, USA pageant." Jordan laughed along with Malcolm and his friends, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Fran and the heavier girls looking a little hurt by the joke. Fran and the girls left the room, leaving the men to continue their alternating sissy and fat girl jokes at Jordan's expense until they exhausted their repertoires. After a while, the girls reentered the room as the food was served. Jordan and the men ate standing up. While Jordan walked around the room eating, he heard Fran noting that her sales were up after she posted the photographs of him en femme. "Do I get a cut of those proceeds?" Jordan asked. "Yes, when you put a ring on it," Fran retorted before she flashed him a smile as the girls around her laughed. Jordan smiled and shook his head at her before he went back to talk with his friends. After a few more hours at the party, they went home. Jordan went to sleep that night happy that his friends had taken it just the way that Fran had said they would. He never really doubted her belief, but he was glad that it was not as bad as he figured it would be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- More than a month passed after the posting of the pictures. Jordan largely did not think about it except for the few times when his girlfriend or his friends reminded him of his photo shoot en femme. Jordan was also happy to see that the online component to Fran's boutique was helping her increase her profits. While she was not making a great living, Fran was finally able to pay herself as much as she paid her two shop girls. Jordan also enjoyed the fact that since there was extra income coming in, he no longer had to pay for the full living expenses for the both of them, save for the money that Fran's parents gave her each month. As she finished new designs and obtained new apparel to sell in her stores from other local designers, Fran knew that she would have to find someone to model her clothing again. When this need became pressing, she went over to Jordan and told him about it "You're making some money, now, you can hire one. We'll get by without the extra cash." "Why should we just get by when you..." "Let me just stop you there," Jordan interjected before he continued, "I'm not going to do it again. It was a one time thing. Let's leave it at that." "Oh, please you enjoyed the first session." "I was drunk," Jordan retorted. "Your body seemed to like it." "My body is me, so it was drunk too," Jordan responded. "Your friends didn't take it too badly either." "Yes, it's not like they roasted me for an hour with sissy jokes." "It wasn't that bad," Fran countered. "It kind of was," Jordan replied, nodding his head. "Well, what's one more time, really?" "Well, it'll be a little more difficult to explain away. My friends see this as a one time thing, two times is kind of weird. A guy cross-dresses once, it's comedic. If he does it twice, he's a cross-dresser." "Is that what you think?" "It's what my friends think," Jordan answered. "I doubt that, but you know I can make it worth your while," Fran replied. Jordan remembered the two nights he spent with her after he dressed up for her for the first photo shoot. They were the two most passionate nights of his life, but he was less than eager to dress en femme again. Jordan shook his head as he replied, "I don't know. My leg hair is just starting to get full again." "It'll grow back again," Fran countered. "Do you think you can top what you gave me last time?" Jordan asked with a smile. A grin came across Fran's face as she replied in a come-hither tone, "I'll give you more than you'll ever expect." "I suppose one more time wouldn't hurt," Jordan replied as he daydreamed about what she had planned as his reward for his second round of modeling. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Jordan joined Fran at the boutique after hours. Fran smiled at Jordan as she pointed to the rack containing the outfits he was going to model for her that day. Jordan sighed as he looked over them, knowing the abuse he was going to take from his friends for modeling women's clothing once again. As Fran set up the camera, Jordan disrobed. Fran helped Jordan dress in the first outfit consisting of a rhinestone adorned, black and gray, bodycon, color blocked skirt and semi-sheer, white lace blouse with a black Peter Pan collar and black, leather, stiletto heeled boots. Jordan was less than thrilled as he put on the skirt, even though he enjoyed the feeling of the hosiery and some of the other clothing. After Fran finished helping Jordan dress, she smiled and said, "I've got a surprise for you?" "What? Did you bring my mother down here so she can finally get word of this?" "No. Don't be silly. I wouldn't do that." "Why not?" Jordan replied as he vaguely wanted to see what her reaction would be. Fran shook her head, "You know a girl judges a boy based on the way he treats his mother." "I love her, but she loves me too much." Fran rolled her eyes before she said, "Anyway, honey, I've got some contacts for this shoot." "What do you mean contacts?" Jordan asked as he put on Fran's blonde wig. "Pardon?" "Are you bringing your contacts down here to see me?" "My contacts? No, you're misunderstanding me. I meant contacts for your eyes." "I've got twenty-twenty vision..." "Honey, we've gone over you just cutting me off before I can explain so we don't have to go through this song dance..." "Okay." "There you go again..." "Sorry." "Oh, for the love of God!" Fran replied as she clutched and shook her head. She then turned and picked up the contact case and said, "Here are color contacts for your eyes." "What do I need them for? I need the glasses to cover my eyebrows..." "They will. I'm just going to have your pull up the glasses in a few shoots. They'll obscure your eyebrows, but not your eyes." "Okay, why do you want to change my eye color though?" "Well, if they see a pair of brown eyes looking at them, instead of the green, I think it will throw a few people." "How?" "I think they're going to make your eyes look more girlish." "That wouldn't be a bad thing, I guess. All things considered." "No, it's what we're looking for here. I want my customers to think I've got a female model..." "That's what I want too," Jordan hastily added. Fran nodded before she took the contacts out of the case one by one. She placed them on Jordan's green eyes. When she finished, she took a step back from him and said with a grin, "There's my brown eyed girl." Jordan shook his head from side to side and groaned before Fran asked if he was ready to start the shoot. "No time like the present," Jordan replied, wanting to get the shoot over with and to get back to their apartment as soon as possible. Fran took the first set of photographs and made Jordan lean forward to emphasize his upper body shape before she made him strike a different pose. Jordan then changed into another outfit and waited for further directions. As Fran began to snap pictures of him in the second outfit, they heard a knock upon the door to the shop. "Who could that be at this hour?" Jordan asked. "I'll go check," Fran replied. Jordan shook his head and said, "Don't open that door." "I won't unless it's somebody I know," she replied as she walked out of the storeroom and towards the door. "Just fucking great. She probably told one of her friends she was doing another shoot with me tonight, and she just couldn't help herself," Jordan muttered. Jordan heard a muffled voice behind the door speak to Fran before she drew the door open. She closed it soon after as she squealed, "It's so great to see you." "You too, dear," Jordan heard a voice with a southern accent reply. "Oh, crap," Jordan muttered as he moved towards the bathroom to hide himself, if the need arose. As they continued to talk to each other, Jordan realized that the woman talking to Fran was her mother. Based on their conversation, Jordan found out that Fran's parents had just flown in and gotten a rental car. Her father had dropped the mother off at the boutique while he went to find a place to park. Jordan shook in his boots as they continued to catch up. 'God, I hope she doesn't bring her back here', Jordan thought to himself as he did not want to meet Fran's parents, for the first time, en femme. "So where's the little sissy," Jordan heard Fran's mother say while his heart raced. "She knows," Jordan muttered through gritted teeth. Fran shook her head as she replied, "Mother, she's not a sissy." "I saw the pictures, Frances. That boy was tarted up and looking Wynonna. Jordan cursed under his breath about Fran's mother's comment, "Wynonna Judd? Why don't you just say I look like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show?" Fran replied, "Mother, please be nice to her." "Being a tranny doesn't make him a girl." "Surgeries have come a long way, mother," Fran responded. 'She told them that I was a transsexual', Jordan thought as he grew enraged. "Okay, let me meet your roommate," Fran's mother then said. Jordan wanted to hide himself, but he saw no need given what he had heard. Fran walked back into the storeroom with her mother and said, "Nicole, come on over here. I have someone I want you to meet." Jordan glared at her before he walked towards her and turned to see Fran's mother. She looked a lot like her daughter. Jordan felt that Fran was almost a clone of her mother. Fran introduced Jordan to her and said, "Nicole, this is my mother, Ginny." "Charmed," Ginny replied as she placed out her hand, which Jordan lightly shook. "Nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much," Jordan replied with a half truth. "I've heard a bit about you too, and I just want to say it's nice that you're letting us stay in your apartment." "What? Oh, right. No problem at all," Jordan replied as his heart continued to race. "Here, my key to the apartment, mom," Fran then said as she handed Ginny the key. Fran thanked her before she asked, "And you two really don't mind sharing a room while we're in Town." "Not all," Fran answered for the both of them as Jordan forced a smile onto his face. "Great, we'll see you back at the apartment when you're done here." "Okay, mom. Just remember, my room is the first one off the hallway with the daybed and all my designing stuff in it." "Got it, Frances. We'll see you back at the apartment girls," Fran's mother said as she turned towards the door. Jordan smiled as he said goodbye to Ginny. He watched as Fran showed her out the door before she turned to face him. Fran locked the door behind her prompting Jordan to throw up his hands and shout, "What the hell?" "Calm down, sweetie..." "Calm down. You brought your mother here to meet me like this?" Jordan shouted as he pointed at the skirt he was wearing. "I've told you before my parents are kind of conservative." "And them thinking that I'm a tranny helps with that how?" "Look, I've said it a thousand times to you. My parents would freak if they found out that I was living with my boyfriend." "That still doesn't explain..." "Listen, they know I'm living with someone else. They just don't know who. I can't pass you off as a girl in close quarters, but you can be a lady boy who is a friend." "Couldn't you have given me any heads up?" "I wanted to, but it had to be this way." "Why?" Jordan shouted. "Because you keep saying we're going to get married..." "I'm going to have to really rethink that if you're going to pull surprises like this on me!" "Don't take it that way. I love you, sweetie. I do. I need you to meet my parents and understand what you're getting yourself into." "Get to know them like this? How could they ever buy that I'm a man after they see me like this?" Jordan retorted. Fran blushed as she replied, "That's kind of the reason why I think you should stay en femme the rest of the night. It's better that they think you're a T-girl than meet the real you. Just think of this as a practice run for meeting them as Jordan. See if you can stand them, because you're going to have to deal with them if we get married." Jordan shook his head as he responded, "I'm not scarred of them. I could have dealt with them as a man." "Yes, but then we'd have to get me a fake roommate, and you'd have to stay somewhere else." "All things that could have been arranged if you said anything about this to me!" "Please, don't be mad, Jordan. Please...," Fran pleaded. Jordan saw the tears in her eyes and was not sure if he was being manipulated. He slumped against the wall and said, "What will your father say when he sees me?" "I've told him about you. Well, about Nicole...." "And?" "He'll be as polite as he can be." "As he can be?" "Well, he's from Texas, and he thinks you're the Brooklyn, queer-o-sexual drag queen living with his baby girl. What would you think if you were in his shoes?" "Well, what kind of shoes is he wearing?" Jordan said breaking a smile. "Now? Daddy is probably in boots." "Yes, I'd kill to be in his shoes right now," Jordan replied as he looked at his feet. "Please, sweetie, this is serious." "You don't think I know that? I'm meeting your parents in a skirt and heels. That's not what I call a great first impression." "Honey, with the contacts and the appearance, they'll never figure it out if you meet them as Jordan." "If?" "If you get to know them, you may not want to be with me," Fran replied. "I don't care if they hate me. That's why this is so unnecessary." "I do care though. I want them to like you, as best they can..." Jordan shook his head as he replied, "I didn't mean to say I don't care about your parents. I do because of your relationship with them..." "I'm happy to hear that because they've been really kind to us. They paid for my college, where I met you. And gave me the money to start this shop, and to help me live." "Maybe you should let me start to take care of you," Jordan replied. "That's sweet, but with their help and yours, I don't think I'll have to let you do that for long. I think I'll be able to stand on my own soon, and that'll make our relationship better." "Despite what you just pulled, Fran, our relationship is fine," Jordan countered. Fran hung her head as she heard Jordan's tone. She replied, "I'm so sorry for putting you in this spot, sweetie. It would really mean a lot to me if you could just play along until they leave." "Fine," Jordan said as he threw up his hands. "Really. Oh, thank you. Thank you." "You owe me big for this," Jordan said as he pulled at the hem of his skirt. "I know," Fran replied as she placed a kiss upon his lips and continued, "Let me promise you this. Last time won't even come close to what I'm going to do to you once they're gone." "When exactly will that be?" After letting out a sigh, Fran replied, "In a week," as Jordan's eyes grew wide.