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Flash Flash Flash! By Radical Change They say that you can sense when someone is staring at you and I was sure that the woman sitting on the other side of the caf? was checking me out. Every time I looked out from the corner of my newspaper she was looking in my direction and in my shyness I looked away to avoid any direct eye contact. I was trying to understand why she would have an interest in me as she was clearly out of my league in both looks and style. As I rose to leave I felt a presence behind me and walking down the street the rising sound of heels was followed by a female voice shouting, "Excuse me, excuse me." Turning towards the voice I found myself face to face with the woman from the caf? and confronted with her full beauty I froze. "I'm sorry to chase you," she said, "but in my job if you see potential talent then you can't let it get away." I was now totally confused and assumed that she had mistaken me for someone else. "My name is Rebecca Catchpole from Radical Models One," she continued, "and I represent boys and girls in particular for the high end couture market." It took me a few seconds to process what she had said but eventually I managed to reply, "Sorry but are you saying that you think I could be a model?" "Well of course," she smiled, "and a very special one at that." Now people had commented on my looks in the past but not in a positive way. At school I had suffered bullying from the boys about my feminine characteristics and this inevitably led to being teased about my sexuality. As a result my attempts to ask out any girl in my year was viewed as a ruse to cover up my true interests and I had become used to rejection. "I'm very flattered," I conceded, "but I think you need to take a closer look at me." "Oh my, you don't see it do you?" she observed. "You have that androgynous look that my clients would kill for, you have to come and do a test shoot." I was just about to politely decline when she added, "And we will pay you two thousand dollars." The one thing that I desperately needed was money and this wasn't an offer I could refuse. "OK but I still think you are wasting your time and money," I cautioned. "Let me be the judge of that," she replied, "just make sure that get to this address before 10 am tomorrow and please come alone." Taking her business card I walked away wondering if this was potentially some scam and come tomorrow they would be the ones asking me for money. That evening I checked out the "Radical Models One" website and was happy to see that it all seemed genuine. There were a wide range of female models detailed on the site but I couldn't see any section for men and was slightly confused. "I'll have to ask why," I thought but the worst that can happen is that I walk away with two thousand dollars. I was late for my meeting and panic was beginning to set in. I was sure that the agency would be easy to find but it was hidden down some backstreet and the lack of any signage didn't help. On ringing the intercom a polite female voice answered, "Please look at the camera," and it was then that I noticed a lens in the middle of the door. Bending down I looked into the camera and a few seconds later the woman announced, "You are twenty minutes late," before buzzing open the door." I climbed a staircase and at the top found a glass door with a sign hanging from it that read "Auditions here." Happy that I had eventually got to the right place I entered and was met with a solitary chair sat in the middle of the room. Surrounding the chair was various photographic and camera equipment and I stood alone in the silence awaiting some direction. After what seemed an eternity the door flew open and an enthusiastic Rebecca entered followed by an entourage of assistants. "You got here eventually honey," she purred, "I was beginning to think you were going to be a no show but I was sure you wouldn't let me down." As the team began to set up the equipment Rebecca took me aside to explain what would be happening. "This is just the initial shoot," she explained, "and from this we will be able to establish if you have the potential to go further although I'm rarely wrong." Leading me behind a small screen in the corner of the room she handed me a flesh coloured Lycra bodysuit and asked me to remove all my clothing before putting it on. "Whilst your face is key we also need to see your body and the suit will help tell us where we may need to do some work." I was not particularly happy about donning the suit especially as it highlighted the size of my cock which hardened every time Rebecca got near to me. I considered walking but the need for the money and the embarrassment of pulling out made me continue. The suit was extremely tight and as I walked back in to the room I felt the stares and began to blush. "Just sit in the chair," asked Rebecca and following her instructions I took my place and waited. A few seconds later the door opened and in walked an incredibly handsome man who clearly took care of himself. At over six feet and in his late twenties he had every look of a model with manicured stubble, a closely shaved head and piercing brown eyes. Winking at me he headed to the middle of the room and turned to me before asking, "So what's your name darling?" Thrown by his use of the word darling I hesitated before answering, "Anthony." "Well darling I'm Andr? and I know you're a virgin in front of the camera so just trust me and follow my directions, OK?" "OK," I stuttered and the shoot began. The first photos were straight forward head shots with Andr? directing me to look straight into the camera lens. "Flash, flash, flash." I blinked as the bright lights shone into my eyes. "Just concentrate on the lens," instructed Andr?. "Flash, flash, flash" I felt disorientated by the lights but continued to stare. "Lovely darling, just follow the camera," oozed Andr? as he moved from side to side. "Flash, flash, flash" I felt more relaxed and comfortable with Andr? and his calming voice. "Now off the chair and on to your knees," said Andr? pointing to a mark on the floor. Kneeling on the spot I looked upwards to find Andr? towering over me with his camera lens pointing directly at my face. "Flash, flash, flash" I really liked Andr? and wanted him to like me. "Flash, flash, flash" I hoped that my photos would look good and he would be pleased. "And times up," shouted Andr?. "Times up we've only been doing this a few minutes," I thought but then I looked up and saw that over an hour had passed. I couldn't understand how the time had flown by so quickly but before I could say anything Rebecca jumped in and excitingly declared, "They love you and want you back tomorrow." My reaction was instant if not a bit strange, "Wow that's great but only if Andr? looks after me." "Of course dear," smiled Rebecca, "you can be sure of that." The next day I was at the studio early where Rebecca explained the next stage of my audition. "Now Andr? may test you out today by asking you to do things that may not be that natural to you," she advised, "but a good model needs to be able to adapt so just think of the money and go for it." Energised by her words I entered the room and found Andr? and the team waiting for me. "Morning my darling," he said flirtatiously before moving forward and kissing me on both cheeks. Instead of being uncomfortable with his encroachment into my personal space I was thrilled at his attention and that he appeared to like me. "Now go and change for me," he said and I skipped behind the screen and looked for my bodysuit. I was shocked to find that the suit was no longer there however laid out on the chair was a transparent latex babydoll nightie with the skirt gathered with trim and a bow. On the floor below were a pair of pink pumps with 5 inch heels and a striking leopard print interior. As I looked at the outfit a state of panic set in and I decided it was time to call an end to my foray into modelling. Turning to walk away I found myself face to face with Andr?. "Where are you going pretty girl?" he said whilst gently touching my cheek. "I'm um not sure this is for me," I mumbled trying not to look him in the eyes. "Trust me it's going to be just right my pretty girl," he whispered and suddenly I knew I had to please him. I picked up the babydoll and pulled it over my head before manoeuvring the tight latex over my body and down to my waist. Slipping my feet into the pink pumps I tottered out in front of the camera and the shoot began. I listened carefully as Andr? instructed me to pose in various positions. "Flash, flash, flash" "Oh you look great in that babydoll" he gushed. "Flash, flash, flash" "Yes so provocative go and tease the camera." I found myself moving closer to the lens and began to blow kisses whilst slowly rolling my body in a suggestive way. "Flash, flash, flash" "That latex looks so tight and hot go and touch yourself pretty girl," he said lustfully. My hands began to slip up and down my rubber covered body until they grasped hold of my cock and began rubbing. Sweat was now pouring from my body however the camera kept clicking. "Flash, flash, flash" "Slut for me, slut for me," shouted Andr? and I rubbed harder whilst licking my lips and pushing my rear closer to him. "Flash, flash, flash" "Earn your money pretty girl," he commanded and moments later my cum exploded against the inside of my latex dress and across the floor. My breathing was now very heavy but the shoot continued. "Flash, flash, flash" "On your knees and clean for me," ordered Andr? and I cheerfully obliged by placing my lips in the sticky nectar before licking the floor clean. Looking back up at Andr? I found a lens in my face and before I could say a word a large flare of light hit me and I passed out. When I awoke I found myself fully dressed and sitting in a chair. "Oh great your awake," said a relieved looking Rebecca. "Now fainting on the job is never a good idea but luckily for you they don't care." "I can't remember what happened," I said meekly, "did they like me?" "Oh yes they think you have great potential," said Rebecca before pressing an envelope in my hand. "Spend it wisely my pretty girl," she continued before kissing me on the cheek and walking away. I sat in my apartment staring at the money before me. Two thousand dollars in crisp green notes that I had actually earnt and at last I could settle my back rent. Picking up the envelope I walked downstairs and knocked on the door of my landlady. Getting no reply I decided to post the money through the door but paused at the last moment thinking that might not be the best idea. "When would I have this amount of money again?" I thought, "you can spend a little on yourself Anthony." I decided that there was no time like the present and set off to the city to do some shopping. Walking down the street I passed by "Old Town" which consisted of numerous independent and specialist shops. I had rarely spent time in this area as it was frequented by some unusual types however on this day I felt compelled to turn back and take a stroll around the area. I was amazed by the range of shops and peered through the windows of retailers offering everything from body art to Steampunk clothing. Whilst the shops were fascinating the people walking around were just as interesting with styles ranging from "Punk Lolita" to "Grunge Style Rock." All of a sudden I noticed a woman dressed in a red latex catsuit appear from a doorway. I was struck by how the suit exhibited her perfect hour glass figure with a built in waist-clincher. As she turned in my direction I found myself eyes wide open admiring her. Noticing my attention she smiled and began to unbuckle a cross chest strap which revealed the top of her breasts. I was transfixed by her beauty and reaching out her hand she waved me towards her. Without any thought I approached and allowed her to guide me into the shop before locking the door behind us. "Well how am I going to help you today?" purred the goddess standing in front of me. "Uh I'm just looking," I replied hesitantly trying to avert my eyes from her. It was then that I noticed I was surrounded by a cornucopia of latex catsuits, corsets, costumes, wigs, uniforms and lingerie. In addition there were shelves filled with shoes and various other kinky items. "Like what you see" said the woman whilst brushing my hand with her latex enclosed fingers. Distracted by her attention I failed to notice as she removed the envelope from my back pocket. "So let us see what you can afford?" she enquired opening the envelope and flicking through the notes. I wanted to challenge her but her domination was total and all I could say was, "I have two thousand dollars." "Well with that sum I can sort you out a full wardrobe my pretty girl," she replied, "so just trust me." Her warm latex hands moved across my body as she took my measurements and after disappearing for a few minutes she arrived back holding an array of clothing. "An outfit for each day of the week," she announced, "so let's get started." There was something strangely exciting about the position I found myself in and I started to remember how great I had felt whilst wearing the latex babydoll dress. "We haven't got all day," urged the latex queen, "hurry up and get out of those clothes." As instructed I stripped down and stood naked before her however unlike my first photo shoot I was perfectly comfortable with my situation. "The outfits I have chosen for you require good cleavage," she advised and proceeded to pick up a black latex bra which she slipped over my arms and secured tightly. Opening a draw she produced two large silicone breast forms which she inserted into the cups of the bra before squeezing them into position. "Perfect, now we can begin," she declared before picking up the first outfit. "Monday is corset day," she said, "and it's your dream to wear this sleek and flattering corset dress every Monday." Grabbing the dress from her hand I recited "my dream" and slipped into the tight dress. The thick wired bra cups encased my bra and implants whilst the corseted waist and tight pencil bottom skirt enhanced my figure. As I admired myself in the mirror the lady in red placed a pair of black high heeled platform shoes in front of me and I stepped forward into them. "Now you see Mondays girl," she smiled, "let's move on." Over the next hour I was introduced to each latex outfit of the week with the words, "And it's your dream to wear this," followed by the day and a description of the item. Tuesday was a "sexy catsuit" with an open slit crotch, Wednesday "a pulse racing nurse dress" with stockings, Thursday a "cheeky sailor outfit," Friday an "obedient maid dress" with gloves, frilled head band and apron, and finally Saturday a "naughty babydoll" with puff-sleeves. To each dress I answered, "My dream," and as I tried on the outfits, with matching shoes carefully chosen by my guide, the desire to be photographed in my new clothes grew. I imagined how I would pose for Andr? and let him do whatever he wanted to me to get the best pictures. Lost in my day dream I was shaken back to reality by the red queen who explained that Sunday was a day of rest and there would be no outfit only the need to relax. I watched as she took fifteen hundred dollars out of my envelope before passing it back to me. She confirmed that everything would be delivered that evening however never asked me for my address. Before I could say anything she whispered in my ear, "I've left you a little for a special treat." Kissing me with her ruby red lips she ushered me out the door and said, "She's waving to you." I looked across the road and there in the window of the "All Change Beauty Parlour" was indeed a women waving in my direction. As I waved back she beckoned me towards her and once again I was unable to stop myself crossing the road and entering the shop. "What took you so long?" asked the petite redhead standing in front of me. "I was choosing some outfits," I replied not knowing why I was being so open with her. "Well I've only got a few hours so let's get started my pretty girl." Taking my hand she led me to the back of the parlour and I followed like an obedient dog. "You're far too pale," she decided, "but before we deal with that we need to get you smooth and shiny." Instructing me to lie down on treatment table I lay there whilst she began to carefully remove my body hair. I had never experienced any kind of hair removal and the hot and cold sensations of the laser wand being carefully moved along my body was somehow energising. "Are you doing OK?" asked the redhead and I nodded eager to let her continue her work. By the time she had removed all my body and facial hair I felt motivated for what was to come next. Having moisturised my new silky skin she directed me to a tanning booth. Standing in the booth I heard the swish of the tanning solution being sprayed onto my body through various nozzles and my skin tingled. As the spraying finished my pretty beautician stepped in and touched up any areas missed. "Better than I could have hoped for," she boasted before taking me back into the main area of the parlour. Sitting me down in front of the mirror she proceeded to carefully shave my head until I was like a bald mannequin. "Don't worry my pretty girl," she breathed into my ear, "I've got something very nice planned for you." Without notice the redhead swung the chair around until I was facing her and looking directly into her eyes. In her hand was a bright red lipstick which she began to slowly move in and out of its casing. "Just watch the ruby red lipstick move in and out, in and out," she chanted. I followed the stick as she continued to manoeuvre the cosmetic which was getting closer to my face. "Smell the sweetness of the lipstick," she demanded and as I breathed in the perfume I became light headed. What followed next was a blur with various cosmetics appearing in front of me from blushers to eyeliners, foundation to mascara. All I could think was that I needed all these items so that I could be beautiful for Andr?. By the time I regained focus the image in front of me was that of a very sexy and beautiful bald girl! "Your bone structure is just so amazing," said the fawning redhead, "you will be my greatest success." Her compliments made me feel very special and the makeup had transformed me. As I continued to admire myself and in particular my large red lips I felt a cap being placed over my head followed by a long blonde haired wig. "And now we have the perfect pretty girl," declared the red queen. "Pretty girl," I thought, "yes you're right I'm the perfect pretty girl," I replied. "And what's your name?" she asked. "Oh I'm Antonia," I answered, "thanks for looking after me I'll only come to your salon from now on." "Of course you will honey," she smiled, "now go and get dressed whilst I wrap your purchases." Stepping into the changing room I found that my old clothes had been replaced. My casual jeans were now tight and skinny, my t-shirt was now figure hugging and my underwear was now a bra and thong. Dressing myself I imagined what Andr? would think of my figure and I fantasised about him touching my round arse. "Don't forget your shoes," said the redhead thrusting a box under the door. I opened the box and removed a pair of glossy black patent cut-out open toe shoes. I slipped my feet in and secured the ankle straps before walking back into the shop. "I've packed up all your purchases and they will be delivered this evening," declared my beautician. "Thank you so much," I replied before kissing her on the lips and heading home. Gliding down the street I noticed I was getting a lot of attention from the young men passing me by. Whilst I was flattered by their interest my only priority was to get home for the delivery of my new clothes and cosmetics. I was a few blocks from my apartment when my mobile phone rang and I answered. "Hi honey it's Rebecca can you talk?" she asked. "I'm always free to talk to my agent," I replied. "I've got great news Antonia you have been chosen as one of the new faces for, 'Not your normal girls'." "Wow that's great," I shrieked, "they liked me then?" "Oh yes, Andr? was very impressed but you need to get to the address I'm texting you now." As the message appeared I noted the location and told Rebecca I would get there as soon as my deliveries had arrived. "Don't worry about that," she said, "I'll send someone to sort that out you just get to the client and sign your contract." In a state of excitement I jumped into a cab and told the driver to get me to the address as quickly as possible. As we drove through the back streets I noticed that the cab driver kept glancing at me and every time I caught him looking I giggled. Stopping at traffic lights I was unable to stop myself blurting out, "Do you like what you see?" Somewhat embarrassed he went red before smiling and turning his head back towards the road. A few minutes later we arrived at the address and it was then that I realised that I had no money left. Alighting from the cab I walked to the front passenger's door and poked my head through the window. "I've made a little mistake," I said in a hushed but sexy tone. "I seem to have no money but I'm sure we can come to another agreement." A look of shock came across the cabbies face as I asked him to open the door but moments later he released the lock and I climbed in next to him. Looking him in the eye I was about to tell him I was a model but instead I declared, "I'm going to be in porn and I'd like to practice on you." I was shocked by the words that had come from my mouth but couldn't fight the sexual drive flowing through my body. My hand was now inside the driver's boxers and as I stroked his cock I began to passionately kiss him. As the temperature in the cab rose I moved down and placed my lips on his shaft and started to tease him. The volume of his moaning increased as I took more of his cock in my mouth and as my head bobbed up and down he started screaming in pleasure. On the point of ejaculation I pulled away and let him cum in my cupped hands. "Only Andr? cums in my mouth," I declared before wiping clean my sticky fingers and existing the cab. Walking up to the door I turned to the driver and said, "I'm Antonia thanks for the ride honey pick me up again sometime." The message from Rebecca had included a code for the door entry system and having punched in the numbers I was able to enter the building. Catwalking down the corridor I found what I assumed was the reception and made my grand entrance. Expecting to be greeted by my new client I instead found myself in what could only be described as an operating theatre. The room was brightly lit with overhead surgical lights and various viewing screens and monitors. In the centre sat an operating table surrounded by other tables with numerous medical instruments. Feeling uneasy I moved towards the door but found that it had been closed and locked. Pulling the handle I started shouting for help but there was no response. In a state of panic I called Rebecca on my mobile but the sealed room was blocking any signal. As a last resort I began banging on the door but then without warning all the lights went out and I was standing in darkness. "Please help me someone," I cried and moments later a single overhead light came back on. I found myself focusing on the single light and then suddenly "Flash, flash, flash" "Time to sign your contract Antonia." "Flash, flash, flash" "You will give your full consent." "Flash, flash, flash" "You need big breasts." The lights continued and the voice in my head became clearer. I wanted to sign my contract, give consent and have big breasts. "This is what I want," I thought, "Andr? would be very pleased." Eventually my thoughts became words and I started to chant, "This is what I want," over and over again. The door opened and a woman wearing dark protective glasses and carrying a clipboard walked in. I was unaware of her presence until I felt her place a pen in my hand and whisper in my ear, "Sign here pretty girl and then sleep." Unable to resist her instruction I placed my signature on the document before falling to the floor. Opening my eyes I found myself lying in a small room and I was in pain. My chest felt tight and I found it hard to breathe. "Oh you awake," said a young nurse entering the room, "now don't move too much." "What's happening?" I asked looking down at the cause of my discomfort. "Well the surgeon has made your dreams come true with a 36DD, aren't you lucky," she smiled. Moving my hand up to my chest I touched my left breast and winced. "Now be patient Antonia you will experience some pain until the swelling and bruising comes down," she advised. "I've got large breasts," I replied with a beaming smile. "Yes that's right," said the nurse whilst passing me some painkillers and water. "It's going to take time to recover but don't worry all you need to do is dream my pretty girl." Over the coming weeks whilst drifting in and out of sleep I was taken to the "rehabilitation" room for treatments. The sessions helped me to focus, admire my new breasts and gradually regain full fitness. Then one day as I prepared for my treatment the nurse appeared and advised, "It's time to leave honey." Whilst I was sad to depart I knew that I was ready to take up my new career with "Not your normal girls." I pulled on my tight crop top and jeans, slipped into my high heels and kissed everyone goodbye. Arriving at my apartment I put my key in the lock but it didn't seem to fit. As I tried again the door opened and a woman poked her head out. "What are you trying to do" she shouted. "Um I'm trying to get into my apartment, who are you?" I replied. "I'm not telling you my name," she reprimanded. "This is my place and if you don't leave I'll call the police." Trying to placate her I took a step backwards and said, "Please believe me I've lived here for the last eighteen months." "Well I know that's a lie because the previous tenant was a young man and he vacated over three months ago," screamed the woman. It then struck me how long I had actually been away and as I tried to think what to say she slammed the door in my face. All alone I decided to call my agent Rebecca but all I got was a dead line. Assuming that she had changed her number I made up my mind to head back to Andr?'s studio as I was sure he could help me. I had no money, credit cards or indeed any identification on me so my only option was to walk to Andr?'s. By the time I arrived I was exhausted and was relieved that the women looking after the entrance allowed me in. Climbing the staircase I desperately hoped that Andr? would be there but as I opened the door I was instead met by Rebecca. "Well hello my pretty girl" she said, "what took you so long?" As I explained what had occurred at my apartment her demeanour changed and she angrily announced, "You have a contract and going back to your old life is not part of it." Surprised by her anger I found myself apologising and very quickly her frown turned to a smile. "I have to be tough on my girls sometimes," she explained, "now come with me." Leading me down the corridor we came to a door labelled, "Cam C NYNG." Pushing the door open we entered into what appeared to be a self-contained bedroom. "This is your sanctuary" said Rebecca, "It's where you will spend the most precious hours of your life." The room had a king size bed in the middle which was covered with white satin sheets and pillows. In one corner was a large freestanding white enamel bath tub and in the other a dressing table and large open wardrobe. I noticed that my "outfits of the day" were hanging in the wardrobe with the matching shoes laid out below. As I admired my new accommodation a whirring noise became evident and looking up I noticed cameras in all corners following my every movement. I was about to ask Rebecca what they were for but then discovered she had quietly left the room and closed the door. Moments later the room went dark. "Flash flash flash" "Antonia it's Monday." "Flash, flash, flash" "Clients are waiting for you." "Flash, flash, flash" "Hurry up pretty girl." The lights came up and I rushed to change into my latex corset dress, stockings and heels before jumping on the bed. Looking up at the cameras the phone next to my bed rang and I picked it up. "Hi this is Antonia," I said in a low sexy voice, "do you want to play with a pretty girl I'll be available all week." The End