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An Interesting Profession Part Two By Virginia Kane Standard caveat applies. Please do not post onto any other website without express written permission of the authoress. If reading explicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yet of legal age, read no further and go do something innocent and constructive. 1. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned all night long, not being used to sleeping on satin sheets, while wearing a diaphanous bed jacket over a satin chemise and a pair of satin panties. I didn't have my own pajamas with me, so I had no choice about what to wear to bed, unless I'd want to sleep in the nude, which I didn't. This was the only kind of nightwear available, because I'd locked both of the doors leading into the bedroom I was sleeping in. I spent all afternoon and evening posing in feminine attire to be featured in a summer catalog for which the manufacturer hired this photographer who in turn hired me, a guy, to be his model, because of my small stature and soft looking skin. We worked late, too late in the evening for me to find a nearby motel for the night, so I reluctantly agreed to accept the photographer's kind offer to spend the night in his elegantly furnished spare bedroom. At the end of the day, after we had shared a delivered pizza, he helped me to remove a tight fitting body suit he asked me to wear. It compressed my male torso to resemble a woman's, the main reason he was using me as his model. The body suit and an accompanying hood closed in back, designed to require its wearer to be laced into it and then taken back out of it by someone else. After helping me out of both items, he helped me put on a more comfortable corset that would still coax my male frame to retain feminine contours. Then he kissed me - right on my lips. This sweet- talking photographer: my new employer had kissed me, without warning. Had he asked me first, I probably would have slugged him, and bolted out the door. I didn't, because the street clothes that I wore when I arrived were still in the studio's changing room, not in the Jack and Jill bathroom between his apartment's two bedrooms. I'd locked myself in the guest bedroom to keep him at bay. I stupidly ran into the guest bedroom where he indicated I could spend the night, locking him out without first retrieving my street clothes from his studio's changing room. I didn't want to go back out and confront him at the time, so I was stranded without my male street wear. I was very upset with him and I wasn't planning to spend the night, initially. Instead, I was planning on spending the night at a local motel, because I was temporarily without a permanent place to stay. (Refer to part one to learn why.) I felt partly to blame for his kiss because I allowed him to massage my back, and then my chest which were both itchy and irritated from being confined in the tight body suit I'd been wearing for the last photo session and later on while we dined on the pizza afterwards. He claimed he wanted to observe how I gestured while I was wearing that tight fitting outfit he said made me look a lot more than just a little feminine. I thought he was exaggerating. I couldn't put all the blame on him for kissing me, because for the photo shoot in the body suit I wore a feminine facemask, a hood that was a part of the ensemble, he said. I looked so feminine with the hood on along with the flesh-toned body suit he was sure I'd be able to model the entire line of intimate women's wear the manufacturer made. He'd been left in the lurch by his regular model and offered me a quite tidy sum to model the clothes for him on short notice. I simply couldn't pass up his impressive offer, more for one day's work than I ever made in a week's time. How was I to know his seeing me in the flesh-tone body suit would turn this guy who claimed to be straight into a sex crazed nut case? While we ate the pizza, he made a lot of puzzling statements I couldn't challenge. He claimed I looked so feminine and had many feminine inclinations because during our conversation I admitted to him that I liked licorice candy and bathed often with lavender scented soap. He claimed it affected me. Can you believe it? Later, as I tossed and turned in the bed all night, I surmised it was all a ruse, first to get me to remove my male clothes and try on the first things he had me model for him, and later so he could prevent me from hitting the streets in a hurry, if things got out of line, which did happen, once he had taken lots of pictures of me in sexy looking expensive looking stockings and a corset. Some of the photographs he showed me included my face in them, which he could use to blackmail me, if he had a mind to! Once I began to trust him, he cited me a long line of justifications for my having a feminine based mind. What did I know, a green college kid? I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. When he suddenly kissed me, it jarred me out of the dream state mood I was lulled into by his smooth talking; my listening to his suggestive comments. I should have relied on my instincts from the very beginning, but I wanted the job. The money was far too much to pass up. The only proof I had that he was a legitimate professional photographer was a contract I'd signed with the booking agent that sent me over to his studio. Being leery of any deal that sounded too good to be true, I tried to check out his story thoroughly. He had a nice looking website on the Internet with a list of satisfied clients, and several glowing references to his credit, so I had to grant him credibility due, but I was still a bit skeptical. He must have been desperate for a model because he offered me a thousand dollar signing bonus up front and offered to transfer the money immediately to the booking agent's bank account with instructions about tax withholding. With having been paid up front, I agreed to pose for him. I needed that money to continue my college education, After he transferred the bonus money to my booking agent's bank, we got right to work, first showing women's stockings. I felt foolish for the balance of the afternoon and early evening posing in them for him, but he assured me I had better looking legs than most women have. He had me wear a variety of different colored stockings attached to matching corsets worn over a very tight fitting gaff to disguise my male appendages. Nothing at my groin could be seen that shouldn't have been seen. The gaff I wore matched my own skin tone so well, it left very little to an observer's imagination, except it looked like a woman's mound instead of a man's protruding bulge. As the evening wore on, he exchanged the corset and a black under bra I was wearing for that flesh-toned body suit I mentioned earlier, claiming it was a featured item that could be worn under different dresses, corsets, and the like without it being detected easily because it was made of smooth, porous and opaque latex. With it, I wouldn't have to shave my body to look feminine. I was amazed at how authentic it looked, as he helped me put on the tightly fitting arm coverings meant to hide the hair on my arms. The torso had a pair of authentic looking breasts, as well. I really looked like a curvaceous naked woman! Once I had it on I realized he would have to take it back off of me because I couldn't reach the overlapped seams in the back with both of my arms held tight, in restrictive full-length sleeves. In addition, the overlapping seams covered the laces in back, which gave my body feminine curves. As we waited for the pizza to arrive, he asked me if I'd mind wearing the body suit for a little while longer as we dined so he could observe my very feminine mannerisms, mannerisms indicative of a female mental self-image, according to him. Not thinking it odd, I went along with his request. I didn't want to be caught halfway through changing when the pizza arrived. While we ate, he did most of the talking, explaining why he thought I acted so feminine. I didn't disagree with him, because he sounded sure of himself, and because I'd need his help to remove it, afterwards. A lot of what he said sounded interesting, and complimentary. I just never noticed that sort of stuff about myself before. He then said he was surprised I didn't notice, because he noticed it right away. Why would he have? That was last night. In the morning, I knew it was still early in the day, because I'd been up all night long, and I wanted to get out so I could get some badly needed sleep. So, I listened, and heard him through the bedroom door. He was already in the adjacent kitchen making a racket, possibly to get my attention. I'd locked him out of the bathroom between the bedrooms, so he must have cleaned up in the bathroom that was a part of his studio, where my male clothes were. I would have to confront him to get to my male clothes, so I came right out of the guest bedroom to tell him that he could keep his job and his money. When he saw me, his jaw dropped open and his eyes lit up. His eyes traveled over my body from head to toe and back again, and stopped when he spotted the almost transparent panties I was wearing. That was a mistake on my part. He couldn't take his eyes off of my near nakedness. His first comment of the day was: "You look nice, very nice, but if you're going to wear an ultra-feminine looking outfit to bed, the least you can do is to put on a gaff under it when you come out to join me for breakfast. That ensemble looks good on you, otherwise very good. You have good taste." His reaction caught me off guard. He must have thought I was wearing what I had put on to please him by wearing something sexy for him to enjoy. "All the nightwear inside of the closet in that bedroom is this sexy looking! What were you expecting me to wear last night, dungarees? If there are any in that closet, I'll gladly go put them on! If you don't mind, I'll retrieve my street clothes from the studio's changing room, and I'll be on my way. After last night, I don't think I want to work for you after all. Send another check to my booking agent to cover what I earned yesterday. I sure earned it!" "Hey, take it easy, Mel. I didn't mean to incite an argument with you, right off the bat this morning. In fact, please let me apologize for how rude I was to you last night. I don't rightly know what it is about you, but you're the first person I've met in ages that has put me in a dither. I was up, fretting all night long thinking about you, and what to say to you to tell you how sorry I am about last night." "Oh, yeah, well, I was up all night, too, fuming over that kiss you gave me. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not gay before you realize that I'm serious? From what you revealed to me about yourself, intentionally curbing your libido and all, I can't blame you for wanting someone to be nice to you; care for you, but get this: I'm not interested in guys. You're a guy, and I'm a guy, and I'm not interested in any guys! Got it?" "You can say it all like you'd like, but your pert nipples are telling quite a different story. Take a look at them! Go ahead. Look at them! Look down!" I looked. They were sticking out, small and pointy, but were sticking out! "Holy shit," I exclaimed. I couldn't deny that the small mounds made my chest look like a girl's, a young, pre-pubescent girl's inside the slinky satin chemise I was wearing under the diaphanous bed jacket. They didn't look as prominent just a few moments back when I came out from the bedroom. Had I known they'd do that without provocation, I'd have worn something heavy that would conceal them. "How are you doing that?" he asked. "I'm not doing anything. If I had known they'd protrude like this, I'd have changed into something less revealing before exiting the bedroom." "Come on now, they did the same thing last night while I massaged them. Why do you think I kissed you? You were so excited last night; like you are right now, I thought you'd want me to ---" "I swear to you, I'm not doing anything. They're doing it on their own!" "It must have something to do with your latent inner motives. Maybe when you put on feminine intimates, your body conforms to them automatically." "I don't have any inner motives, latent or any other kind, damn it!" "Then why do you automatically become sexy looking, when you dress up very sexy looking. I don't know how you do it, but you're turning me on!" "I haven't got the slightest idea what you're ranting on about! I don't have any hidden motives or feminine mindsets, and I sure don't want to turn you on! I like being a guy. Sure, I want to get lucky, but with a woman, not with you or any other guy. Look at me! Will you? I look like a freak! What did you sprinkle on my pieces of pizza last night? That?s causing this, I?ll bet! ?You mean the fennel? I use it often. It never affects me like that!? He was pointing at my chest. It looked more prominent than a few moments ago ?Yeah, you said that it contained a phytol-something or other, the hormone that makes women different from men. You did this to me!? ?No, I didn?t, and if I did, it was unintentional, not deliberate. Maybe, you are less tolerant to the hormonal effect it can have. It?s supposed to be a mild calmative, to help you to relax. I never heard of any spice that causes a man to grow breasts overnight. There has to be a more plausible explanation for your sudden ?growth? spurt.? ?If it wasn?t that fennel seed, than it had to be that body suit you put me in yesterday! It has two hollow cups in the top part that my flat nipples fit into. Once you laced me into it completely and securely, I felt the inner surface of the suit making contact with my skin of my chest, causing the loose skin on my chest to adapt to the two inverted conical shapes. If you only dressed up women in it exclusively before, you probably weren?t aware of how it would pull my male flesh into the cups to conform to its shape.? ?I don?t think so. If that was true, all the women who wore it for me before wouldn?t want to take it back off. Models complain incessantly about being underdeveloped in the breast department. Of course, they?re usually skinnier than you are, except for their booties. Women have a lower center of gravity than men. Maybe that?s why you look so sexy. Your feminine proportions are much more appealing; they are to me, leastwise.? ?Well, my chest had better not continue to appeal to you, because if it does, I?m out of here! I?m not interested, no matter how much you offer to pay me. You?ll have to excuse me while I go put on something less revealing. I don?t want to get you excited. That?s for sure!? ?Oh, before you take off like a scared rabbit; that reminds me. I?m not the only one who thinks you have excellent proportions. Earlier this morning, I ran off copies of some of last night?s proofs and sent them to the East coast. The powers that be approved the initial shots and want to see more of you modelling their other creations. I think they?ll be pleased with your look in them all, unless you?re dead set against modelling for me over that one silly kiss I gave you last night, when I totally misread your true intentions.? I wanted to tell him where he could stick his modelling job, but the money he was willing to pay me was too good to ignore. Resignedly, I told him that I forgave him for totally misinterpreting my intentions and said I?d continue to model for him, as long as he?d pay me on a weekly basis, like he said he would, and he?d agree to keep his hands to himself. We shook on it. I felt that same strange, warm sensation run through me again, up and down my spine, when I placed my right hand into his. What was it about this guy? Why did I feel I could trust him? Was he right about my having latent inner motives? Nah, I dismissed the notion with a shrug and went to the studio?s bathroom where he said he laid out my first outfit for the day. Inside of the bathroom, all I found was a skimpy looking string bikini bathing suit. I sighed deeply and tried to put it on. It was no use. ?Hey, I can?t wear this tiny thing! I hang out all over!? I called out. He agreed. ?I guess I?ll have to bring out another body suit for you to wear under it like the one you wore yesterday. Huh?? ?I guess so, but you knew that all along. Didn?t you?? ?Yeah, I did, but you have to admit, you look great in them. Most guys can?t fit into one, you know. Their bigger bellies protrude so much the body suits don?t sit right on them. Yet, they fit you perfectly, including the sleeves.? ?Yeah, they fit me too perfectly, if you ask me.? He laced me into the new one, which seemed a bit tighter than the one I?d worn the day before, or if it was the same size, he may have tightened it a bit more. My reflection in the full-length mirror on the inside of the bathroom?s door confirmed that he?d tightened the body suit?s laces a tad more than the day before. The end results were that I displayed an enticingly sleek hour-glass figure. I was pleased with the look, and knew I could effectively model the bikini in it. I expected him to put another full hood onto my head, but he said he had a better idea, if I didn?t mind experimenting a little. I didn?t know what was on his mind, so I asked him. ?I want you to try wearing a bit of stage makeup and a wig today instead of an expressionless hood. If you?ll do it, potentially, I can capture your smile, a look of excitement, or even surprise. There?s so much more I can achieve if we dispense with using the hood. ?I thought the body suit and hood are sold as a set.? ?They are, in fact, a customer can buy many different styles of hoods to go along with a body suit, and the different hoods are displayed in the catalog stand-alone without using a model. For the summer swimsuit series, I?d like to capture your smile. You have a very nice looking smile you know.? ?Can you do it without exposing who I am?? ?I told you yesterday, a good cosmetician can make up your face so your own mother wouldn?t recognize you.? His comment hit a raw nerve, and he noticed that he said something wrong. ?Uh, oh, did I offend you again, somehow? If I did, I didn?t mean to. Please tell me what it was I said that offended you.? ?I think I mentioned to you yesterday, that I just lost my mom, recently, and I miss her terribly. I still haven?t gotten over the loss.? He apologized profusely for his mistake and promised to be more careful in the future. He took my hand into his and rubbed it, trying to soothe the ache in my heart, but it was no use. ?She meant the world to me. I can?t get over how fast it happened. I leaned on her wisdom and advice for everything that I did. I don?t know how I?m going to get along without her. My dad is still around, but I didn?t depend on him like I depended on my mom.? I felt a tear run down my cheek. He nodded and offered me a tissue from a dispenser on the sink?s countertop. Why did I feel as if I could trust him? As he put his arms around me to console me again, I felt the pointy nipples and excess loose flesh on my chest filling in the hollow cups inside the body suit, behind the suit?s lifelike breasts. He was only trying to be considerate, so I let him hold me close. In fact, it felt good to let him. After a while, he broke our hug and said, ?You need a big sister to help you! I know of the perfect candidate. She?s a bundle of exuberance. She?ll help you to think about things that are more pleasant, like looking good in front of my cameras. Shall I give her a call? If she isn?t with another customer, it won?t take her but a half an hour to get here, because she lives close by.? ?As long as she can disguise my identity with makeup, I don?t mind. I don?t want to do anything that might besmirch my family?s good name.? ?I understand and I don?t blame you one bit.? He excused himself, went into the hallway, and put in the call. He returned in less than a minute and said the woman could be right over, as she was available. Another delay, as long as he was paying me by the hour, I could have cared less. The meter was running, and I needed the money for my tuition. He suggested we take a break together. He had a cup of coffee, while I drank a bottle of soda, diet soda, which was all he had on hand. He said the girls he hired would never drink anything loaded with sugar or worse yet: with high fructose corn syrup. While we waited, he lectured me about the benefits of following a sensible, healthy diet, though it didn?t appear to me that he was following his own advice to the letter. However, I mused, I could have lost a bit of weight without a problem. My love handles were small, but evident. I needed the body suit to conceal them for the photo shoot. They?d look terrible hanging out of a string bikini! As we patiently waited for the cosmetician to arrive, I could feel the flesh on my chest slowly conforming to the hollows inside of the body suit. It wasn?t bothersome, but I hoped my body wouldn?t retain the shape very long after the body suit came off, especially if a new person would see my naked chest. I wondered what she?d think of a guy who could model women?s underwear because of his good looks. I wondered if she was once a model. If she was, maybe she could advise me on how to keep the photographer from ogling me so much and stop with making his suggestive comments. 2. The doorbell rang. I was about to learn if the woman was going to fit my mental image my mind had created, or if she?d turn out to be a frumpy old lady, the kind that always made me cringe at the thought that she might have once been young and attractive, maybe even sexy looking. Ugh! The photographer introduced us right away. Betty: the cosmetician was somewhere between frumpy and plain, about forty, like I guessed, used too much makeup and could lose a few pounds. She looked at me like I was poison. ?Sweetheart, if only I was at your age once again, knowing what I know now. Don?t drink; don?t do drugs, get a good night?s sleep every night, and most of all, maintain a healthy diet and exercise regimen. Take my advice if you plan to stay in this line of work.? ?I?m only doing this for the summer, to earn money to return to college in the fall. It is lucrative though. I wouldn?t mind making the pay I?m getting now for the rest of my life. Then I wouldn?t need to go to college.? ?Trust me: it?s not going to happen. You?ve got maybe ten years at best, and then no one will want you. Staying fit and beautiful isn?t easy. Sooner than you think, you?ll be earning every dime you make, not here --- but at a gym. Your hot body and good looks will vanish into thin air, --- gradually. ?Now, let?s see what I can do to improve your chances. Where?d you stow your makeup case? I want to see what you use; what I have to work with.? ?I don?t have one, yet. I didn?t know I?d need one, or I would have bought one at the college bookstore. This is my first modelling job. I never wore any stage makeup before. I did take some drama classes in college, so I do know what you?re talking about.? ?No, you don?t have to buy a makeup kit, except for the mirror, brushes and the like. I have enough brand new cosmetics in my car?s trunk. I can let you have unopened stuff I haven?t touched yet for the time being. However, a word to the wise: never share your cosmetics with anyone, unless you want every retro virus they have. It?s risky business. I?ll start out by doing your makeup for you. Then I?ll teach you how to do it.? ?That sounds fine. I wouldn?t know where to begin.? ?It?s simple, not difficult at all, once you get the hang of putting makeup on, day after day. Every mommy starts out by giving her little darling makeup lessons so she?ll be able to snag the guy she wants to foot the bills for the rest of her life. That?s what this job you landed is all about: selling women high priced snares so they can land the best providers out there. ?Guys eat up the way women look in their finery. Most of it is cosmetic, and the rude awakening doesn?t come until after the bells have tolled. They wake up married to a plain Jane unless she?s a real trophy wife. Then he?s paid the price, so she gets the war paint put on permanently. Don?t go that route until you land the guy you want to marry, because that too fades over time.? ?I don?t intend to marry a man, Betty. I want to marry a power broker of a woman and have a family with her someday.? She looked surprised. ?You?re kidding me, right?? ?No. Though I may look like a tart because of my frail stature and my facial features, I?m still a guy, and I?m not gay, and I don?t want to be gay.? ?Landing an Alpha chick isn?t so easy. That type doesn?t want to cow tow to someone prettier than they are, and with me to help you, you will look much prettier than the type of woman who usually wants to run the show. They?re too busy putting meat on the table to bother with their looks. Is that the kind of woman you want for a life mate?? ?I?ll take what I can get. So far, I haven?t had any luck with finding dates.? ?Sweetheart, you?ll find it much easier for you to land a rich gay husband that has to maintain a straight public image. When I?m done transforming you into a good looking queen, you?ll see what I mean. Now, close your eyes, lean your head back over the sink for me, and let me get started.? She draped a cape over my body suit, which helped me to relax in her presence. I had to hold my hands over my chest to hide my near nakedness the whole time she was evaluating my facial features. As I thought she?d do, she washed, and then colored my hair. While it was drying, she did my fingernails. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off. When she told me to wake up, and take a look in the mirror, I thought I was facing someone else. ?Oh, my, is that me?? The person in the mirror spoke the same time as me, confirming that the reflection was mine. I had to admit that I looked gorgeous. She?d combed out my newly colored platinum blond hair into a pixie style cut that framed my face with a cute bang and a smooth curl on each side in front of my ears. My small ears peeked out from behind my hairline, with dangly hoops attached to them. She said she still needed to pierce my ears, so they?d look really attractive --- for the camera. My newly created very feminine reflection was giving me a stiff ?woodie?! ?Wow!? was all that I could think of to say at the moment. ?I?ll say!? she added. ?Just look at you. Will ya? You turned out looking better than I expected.? I had to agree with her. No guy should look so sexy, so adorable. Maybe I should reconsider putting all the blame on the photographer for kissing me the night before. He may have seen something in me I never considered. Whether I wanted to or not, I was attractive looking. If I had a chance to kiss someone who looks so beautiful, I?d have taken it too, regardless of any dire consequences I had to face. Maybe he felt the same way about kissing me. ?With these looks, you?re going to turn a lot of heads, sweetheart. Are you sure you wouldn?t change your mind and settle for a nice, appreciative sugar daddy instead of a mean, overbearing bitch for a soul mate? What difference does having a useless little extra appendage between your legs matter to you, if it doesn?t matter to him, as long as he treats you nice and provides for you like a regal princess?? ?I couldn?t marry a guy, not in a million years. The mere thought of a man touching me with the intention of forcing me to have sex with him, gives me the creeps! ? ?You?d survive. A male lover may not even force himself on you very often. Some guys aren?t very demanding. They just want someone sexy looking to cuddle with and show off to their friends. Otherwise, you can always resort to pleasing your guy with your lips or your hands instead of your tush. You have to be creative to retain your anal virginity, honey. Personally, I prefer sex face to face with a man on top, filling my man pleaser with his lance!? ?Sure, that?s because that?s how sex is intended to be shared, for a woman. In my case, ---? ?Honey, I wouldn?t know what sex is like for a woman. Your case isn?t any different from mine. You and I are built the same. I was born male, same as you. I decided to switch to the opposing team to play on when I realized the rewards would be better for me by posing as a woman.? ?But I don?t have any inclination to share physical contact with men. I find the notion very distasteful.? ?I did too, at first, but I was getting nowhere with women, so I gave it a try. After all, having sex is just flesh rubbing against flesh, between two people who are fond of each other. Maybe that?s why it?s usually done in the dark!? Her light hearted comment was supposed to be a joke, but to me it wasn?t funny at all. ?How could you ever let a man stick his hard penis inside your butt? Isn?t the sudden penetration painful? Doesn?t it smell awful, too?? ?Not if you prepare yourself properly with a sweet smelling anal douche and a soothing cream lubricant especially made for the purpose. Where there?s a will, there?s a way, honey. There?s one more thing, once you get over your petty concerns about being gay, and you survive the initial invasion, which can be painful if your lover isn?t considerate, you?ll discover being a passive recipient can be just as rewarding as being the aggressive penetrator. It?s all very pleasant physically, whichever role you choose to accept. I think you?ll do much better as a willing recipient than an aggressor.? ?I couldn?t, I wouldn?t want to prepare myself for anal sex, even if having sex that way is as pleasant as you suggest! How do you deal will the awful smell of ridding your body of your own waste matter?? ?That?s a natural body function you can?t avoid, with or without preparing for a round of sex. If you think about how nice you will smell after a purge, the doing isn?t so bad. Even if your purge isn?t totally effective, the remains are far less pungent than the horrid stench of rotting dead fish some women exude. You sure don?t know much about the physical aspects of sex. ? ?If what you say is true, why is it women smell so nice?? ?They all use douches, perfumes and colognes to cover the smell. They have to, or no man would want to come near them. Even uncircumcised men give off a foul odor if they don?t wash themselves continually. That?s why men get circumcised. Being circumcised affords easier penile cleanliness. Were you cut at birth?? She pointed down to my groin. ?Yeah, isn?t everyone cut?? I wanted to repeat her abbreviated term for it. ?No, and I understand that uncut men have more sensitive coronas. I can?t attest to it, because like you, I?ve been circumcised at birth. Now, I know it isn?t any of my business, sweetheart, but how long have you been taking feminizing hormones?? ?I?m not. I just guess I?m blessed with a clear complexion and a light beard. All thru high school, I had to put up with a lot of innuendo about being gay. That?s why I?m so defensive about it. Guys came on to me, expecting me to respond to their advances. I did, but not the way they expected. I gave them a hard elbow to the ribcage or a swift knee in the groin for their forwardness. Word got around and things simmered down for the most part, but one guy in my class was persistent, and I ended up getting the tar beat out of me for not being the faggot he wanted me to be.? ?Honey, I?ve been around a long time. You can be honest with me. No one gets a clear complexion like yours and has your obvious layer of adipose fat without taking meds. Who?s your doctor? Or, are you buying them outside the country and having them shipped in by mail?? ?Oh, I am taking some prescription meds, but they?re for my diabetes.? ?May I see your prescription?s bottle? Do you have it with you?? ?Yeah, and I?m glad you mentioned it. I missed last night?s dose, as we were sitting in the apartment together and my pants were still hanging here in the studio?s changing room. Taking my evening meds last night had slipped my mind, because I --- I was distracted.? I went to my slacks. They were still where I had left them hanging when I had first arrived at the studio. I took the slim plastic container of pills out of the pocket where I keep it and handed it over to her. She read the label on it and asked me, ?Who is Melissa Court? Is that your name?? ?No, my name is Melvin, but I usually go by ?Mel?. I was named after my mom, because my folks already had a boy and they were hoping for a girl. I?m sad to say my mom passed away about a month or so ago. She had an aggressive form of cancer that took her before her time.? Betty could see that I was tearing up from being reminded of my mom?s passing. ?I?m truly sorry to hear about your loss, honey, but what prompted you to take your mom?s HRT medication? How long have you been taking them? You know, it isn?t wise to go it alone, sweetheart. You should consult with a gender conscious doctor and get a prescription dosage tailored to your size and weight. Your mom may get her wish for a girl after all, if you continue to take these. They?re a potent version of estrogen, meant for women who are in menopause. ? ?What? Let me see that bottle! Oh, no! This is the bottle she sked me to get from off of her dresser the day she was taken to the hospital. I was supposed to bring it with me to the hospital when I followed by car. I?d stupidly put the identical bottle into the same pocket where I keep my diabetes pills, but that means I missed taking my diabetes meds for the past month and a half, and where is my own pill bottle?? ?Don?t ask me hon! A month ago, I didn?t even know you. What I do know is that you are soon going to experience some emotional stress if you haven?t started feeling it already.? ?What kind of emotional stress?? ?The kind of stress that makes you want to break out in tears, like you did a few minutes ago when you told me about your mom, that kind of stress. If you stop taking those pills, you might not experience any permanent changes to your sex organs, but if you don?t stop taking them, you?ll shut down your ability to procreate: to have children.? ?No! Damn it anyhow!? ?Damn what?? ?My chest feels very sensitive at times, and my nipples get stiff and stick out for no reason at all.? ?It isn?t without reason, honey. You may be experiencing gynecomastia. It?s what the med pros call male breast development. Those hormones you took are working on your internal chemistry already. Tell me, do you like the way your nipples feel when they?re touched?? ?Sort of, but I don?t want them to! I never meant for it to happen, honest!? ?Well, you might as well get used to the feeling, because even if you stop taking those pills in your hand, your nipples will probably continue to react the same way for a while. The pleasant sensations may even increase a little, but if you stop taking the pills now, the sensations will eventually fade. Give it some thought. What?s done is done already, so you might as well enjoy what?s happening. However, if you continue taking them, you will probably end up with a modest womanly bust. How big was your mom?s bosom?? ?Hey, what kind of guy do you think I am? I never thought about my mom that way? If you weren?t a woman, I?d have slugged you for saying that!? Then I recalled that he wasn?t a woman! ?Oh!? ?Forget it. I?ll take your remark as a compliment, though I know that my years of glory have slipped away, due to my past indulgences. I wish some worn out forty year old tranny had told me what I?m now suggesting to you. Maybe I?d still have some of my good looks, instead of looking burned out.? ?What am I going to do now? What if I damaged my pancreas by not taking my diabetes meds for over a month?? ?I?d like to take a good look at your budding chest, if you don?t mind. Do you think you can trust me to not get too friendly? I?ve been through what you?re going through right now, so I might be able to assess what damage the hormones may have caused so far, not as a med pro, mind you, but as a kindred soul.? ?I don?t care about my chest?s development! I?m more concerned with my diabetes! I don?t want to have to resort to insulin injections every day!? ?You can get your diabetes prescription refilled and continue taking both meds and wait for the boob fairy to tell you when to stop. By then you?ll need to wear a bra.? ?What if I stop taking the hormones, now?? ?It depends on the strength of your mom?s prescription. It might do damage to your endocrine system if you stop suddenly. Skipping your diabetes meds may have, as well. I?m not a med pro. You need to see a pro, like I told you! See a doctor. You should see one in any event, even if you stop right now, to assess the side effects of what you?ve taken already.? ?What kind of side effects?? ?I?m not sure. Go see a doctor and get a professional opinion. Do you have a family doctor you see regularly? If he doesn?t feel qualified, I?m sure he?ll refer you to someone who is. And, don?t worry; he can?t discuss your case file with anyone without your expressed permission. ?I have one other question, if you don?t mind. The pills inside this bottle are unique, probably much different from pills for diabetes. Didn?t you notice the difference?? ?My Glucophage pills were oblong and golden and these pills are oblong and golden. They may differ slightly, but I assumed the pharmacy refilled my prescription with a generic brand to lower the cost, saving me some money. Maybe I should have gone to the pharmacist and asked him about it, but was preoccupied with my mom?s urgent rush to the hospital at the time.? ?You can tell that to your doctor when you see him, because he?s sure to ask you why you?ve been taking feminizing hormones for over a month without consulting a physician first. If he doesn?t believe you, I don?t know what you should say to him. Perhaps you can tell him you switched bottles by mistake and just didn?t read the labels.? ?What if I decide to not go to my family doctor right away? Do you know of one I can see in the meantime, someone you can refer me to?? ?Why don?t you want to see your own doctor?? ?First of all, I don?t want to seem stupid to a doctor who knows all about me. Secondly, he might slip and tell my dad and brother how stupid I am. I don?t want them to find out. I?m on my dad?s insurance, so my dad and brother are sure to find out if I go to see our family physician about this.? ?You know of course if you decide to see an alternative doctor, right off the bat, he?s going to request your medical history from your family doctor, due to your other health issues: the diabetes. When your family doctor finds out that you?re seeing another doctor, he?ll likely ask questions as to why, and will probably put two and two together when he learns of the specialty of your new, health care provider. He?s going to know anyway, so why try to hide the truth from him? If he?s a responsible professional, he?ll respect your privacy. ?Enough of talk, let?s get you out of that body suit and take a look at what we?re dealing with here. If there?s no substantial development yet, you may be able to get away with refilling the prescription for your missing diabetes meds and stop taking the hormones. Let?s not jump to conclusions.? ?What about the photographer? He?s patiently waiting for you to help me prepare for the next series of photos. I don?t want to get him angry. ? ?Screw him. Nix that! I didn?t mean that, literally. I?ll think of something to tell him, so you won?t be in trouble. He?s a nice guy, really. I?ve dealt with him many times before. He?s never been irrational with me about dealing with any necessary delays and interruptions. He knows his models can?t be upset during a shoot, because it?ll show up on the photos. He?s a pro, so he?ll try to deal with any problem within reason that?ll contribute to your looking beautiful in front of a camera. He won?t want to have you stressed out.? ?Yeah, I got the same impression this morning when I told him I wouldn?t work for him if he tried to ----? Just then, the laces on the body suit were loose enough for her to peel it off of my shoulders. As the sleeves slid off of my arms with some difficulty, it was obvious that the flesh on my chest retained the shape of the two conical hollows of the inside of the body suit where the breasts protruded on the outside. After the body suit fell away, I still had two small shapely mounds on my chest that itched like crazy, from my regaining circulation to them. ?Would you mind massaging them? They itch something awful right now.? ?Honey, you?re going to need a bra. They may not be melon sized --- yet, but they sure are perky and pretty to look at.? She put her palms over them and asked, ?Does this feel at all comforting to you? I?m holding them up so they don?t sag. I think they?re between an ?A? and a ?B? cup in size.? ?Oh, no, what am I to do? I won?t be able to leave here looking like this.? ?Sure, you can. They probably feel a lot bigger to you than they are. You?re not used to having them, --- not yet leastwise, and they are exaggerated right now because they were confined inside the pockets in that body suit. We?ll give them a chance to go back down to normal and then ---.? I began to cry. She took me into her arms and held me close. ?There, there, now, take it easy, sweetie. More than half of the population of the world has them. I?ll admit, they are cumbersome at times, but it?s not a serious problem. We can hide them effectively with an ace bandage or with a waist cincher worn higher than intended. You won?t have to go into hiding, I promise. In the meantime, you?ll be able to model skimpy bikini bathing suits without wearing any prosthetics.? ?What are prosthetics?? She laughed. ?You?d probably call them: ?falsies,? honey!? ?Oh!? I blushed. The photographer joined us, just then asking what the hold-up was. ?Oh,? he said when he saw how my chest retained the shape of the inside of the body suit. His jaw dropped and his eyes popped out. ?Jeez! What in hell?? Betty interrupted him. ?She has been accidentally taking her mom?s meds by mistake for the past month or so. This is the first time she?s observing the effect they had on her first hand, so please try to be considerate. You?re traumatizing her by your making too much of a too- doo of it.? I looked at Betty and started to cry again. She had called me a ?she?, and said ?her? instead of ?him?. She took me back into her arms and motioned to the photographer to leave us alone for the time being. He shrugged and said okay; that I could cry all I wanted to, but he didn?t intend to pay me while I wasn?t working. Then, he said, ?Aw, hell! Cry all you want to, as long as you stay. And you: Betty can stay and comfort her. There?s no way I can find another model as qualified as her --- at the moment, on such short notice.? I cried all the harder, hearing him refer to me as a female, too! ?He did it, too! He said ?her? instead of ?him?, referring to me, Betty.? ?Dry your eyes and look into the mirror over the sink. What do you think he saw when he walked in on us? You?re a peach, sweetie. Being thought of as a woman isn?t so bad, even when you get older. You get used to it. Look at me. I got used to it, and I wouldn?t go back to looking like a guy for all the money in the world. ?But, you like guys!? ?I didn?t always. I used to fancy women exclusively, until I realized that they didn?t fancy me. Now, I prefer having doors held opened for me, and chairs in restaurants pulled out by the waiters for me, and guys fawning over me. I can go to a lounge and spend an entire evening without buying a single drink. I never have to worry about being lonely, because some guy is always willing to strike up a casual conversation, even if it?s only because he thinks he can get lucky with me before the night is over, which is unlikely. ?You know, you?re sure to make a lot of money as a professional model if you?ll continue to work here; well, you will for the next ten years, at least. Have you got any other lucrative employment prospects going? You still think you?ll go back to school in the fall? Can you afford it? How much time is left to the summer? How much can you make in a month or so that?s left? So many questions, I couldn?t answer any of them, because, either I didn?t know the answer, or I didn?t want to answer. ?Think it over. I like you --- as a friend, I mean. If you want me to help you, I?d be glad to, for the price he?s offering to pay me, of course. But, I won?t be of much help to you if you intend to look for a job as a guy. I don?t know enough about acting like a regular guy, anymore.? Her admission broke me out of my alligator tears. We laughed together. It was hard to think of her as once being a ?regular? guy. She was older, but her looks and behavior were still so feminine in every way. If she?d teach me, I supposed I could learn how to take advantage of the lemon that was dropped in my lap and make lemonade of it. ?I don?t know if I should or not. He offered me a great deal of money to work for him, but I know I can?t make enough in the next month that?s left before the fall semester begins, but if he hires me for the rest of the year, I?ll make enough to finish college and even attend graduate school. I?ll need a master?s degree majoring in accounting to be eligible to sit for the exam. Becoming a CPA would be so sweet!? ?Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life: push a pencil?? ?Accounting is done on a computer these days, and it?s a lot easier work than breaking your back for a living, and it pays well.? ?So does modeling and you don?t need a master?s degree or any exams to qualify. You already have everything that you need. If you didn?t, your boss wouldn?t have offered you this gig. He?s a pleasant, easy going guy, and not pushy and demeaning like some photographers are. Can you be sure your employers in accounting will be as easy going as he is?? ?But, but, I?d have to get used to shaving all over and learn how do my hair and how to apply makeup on my own. That?s a lot of getting used to.? ?You?d have to get used to wearing a suit and tie every day to go to work for a living as an accountant. Wouldn?t you? What?s the difference? ?At least, working in this business, I?ll get my clothes for free, according to the photographer. Once I wear an outfit, they can?t sell it, he claims, so he?ll give them to me, free of charge.? ?See, you can?t get any perks like that in accounting. Those penny pinching pikers would probably make you pay for the paper and ink you use.? She made me laugh again, by being ridiculous, but her point was well taken. ?At least I?ll be dressed in the latest styles --- of unmentionables. I wish I was modeling clothes designed for men instead of for women.? ?Men?s unmentionables?? she asked. We laughed some more. She was growing on me. I was beginning to feel I could confide in her if I had to. ?I guess I?ll have to bite the bullet and stick to modeling women?s lingerie for a living, at least, for the time being.? I started putting on the first bikini I was supposed to model. ?That?s the spirit, kiddo! You might as well play out the hand dealt to you by Mother Nature and reap the benefits available for your looking sexually alluring in next to nothing. I would, if I were you.? I kept to myself what I was thinking about: what she?d do if she was in my shoes. I didn?t doubt for a moment she?d be sleeping with the photographer. I didn?t want to insult or offend her in any way by opening my big yap, so she?d continue to offer her advice and help me learn how to make the most of my situation. Gee, I keep forgetting she is a guy under all that war paint! She was looking at my chest in an odd way, like she was wondering about something. ?Are you sure that you?ve only been taking your mom?s pills for about a month? I?m not an expert, but it oks to me that you?re much further along than that. Where do you keep your meds --- normally?? ?In my pants? pocket, but that?s where this bottle was. If both bottles were in my pants at the same time, I would have noticed.? ?I?d like to see the other bottle ? your regular diabetes meds. How often do you change your pants, not every day, I presume.? ?I change shirts, socks and underwear every day, but pants I change every third or fourth day, depending on how wrinkled or soiled they are. Since the house burned down, I do my laundry at the laundromat on Wednesdays.? ?Your house burned down? When was this?? I wasn?t going to, but had to explain to her how my folk?s house was robbed and then torched to cover the robbery when my mom was in the hospital. ?This has been one hell of a month for you, hasn?t it?? She said it more like a statement, not a question. ?Yeah, it has, sort of.? ?Now, where?s the last pair of pants you wore, before this pair, I mean.? ?They?re in the trunk of my car, waiting to be washed next Wednesday with the rest of my undone laundry. I can?t go out there to get them right now, not until I can put on some clothes.? ?You?re right about that honey, but we?ll need to find you some clothes that will match your cute hairdo and sexy looking makeup. We don?t want to stir up trouble for the photographer creating a scene or alert the photographer?s neighbors about your dual personalities, leastwise not at the same time.? ?Do you expect me to go outside in women?s clothes? I ? I can?t!? ?Going outside wearing a pair of men?s pants and a man?s shirt, for sure will incite the neighborhood?s idle curiosity. You?re going to seem like a kook to them. Honey, you look too feminine right now to go anywhere, unless you?re wearing a pair of Capri?s a blouse, and a pair of heels.? ?Well, I?m not going outside looking like a woman, so you can forget about it for right now, unless you want to go out there and get it for me.? ?Do you trust me to go through your car?s trunk? Is there anything out there that I shouldn?t see?? ?Like what,? I laughed. ?I haven?t got anything to hide. All that you?ll find is my clean clothes in a suitcase and my dirty, uh, soiled clothes in a mesh laundry bag. Why don?t you bring both of them in? Then, we can both go through them together, and I?ll have my own clothes here with me, in case I want to change my mind about working for the photographer.? ?Okay, I?ll do it, but I want you to watch me from the front windows of the studio, so you don?t have to worry about me absconding anything out of the trunk of your car. If you want to wear something masculine looking instead of that bikini, wear your male clothes over it. Otherwise I won?t agree to be your fair-haired luggage retriever. I don?t want to be accused of taking out anything but your luggage from your car later on. Is it a deal?? ?Are you sure I won?t be able to be seen from outside?? 3. Revelation! After Betty returned to the studio with my luggage and laundry, we went through them both. I found the other bottle we were looking for, the one that I thought I?d left in my pants pocket the night before my mom went into the hospital. It was inside of my suitcase. The printed label on the bottle revealed that it contained the same medication I?d taken mistakenly for what I presumed was for my diabetes. ?These few pills left in this almost empty bottle look exactly the same as the ones I?ve been taking for the past month or so! How can that be?? ?When did you say your family doctor changed your diabetes medication to the generic equivalent?? ?I was home for the holidays at the time, between semesters, but I already had refilled my old prescription. He told me it was okay to continue taking those pills until that prescription ran out; then to get the prescription for the less expensive generic equivalent filled, which I did during the Spring break. I get refills every ninety days. It?s cheaper that way.? ?It appears to me that you?ve been taking the wrong meds over four months, not for just a month and a half, or so. It explains why your development is as advanced as it is. Please forgive me, but I doubted what you said about how long you had been taking them. You are much too far along for it to be just a month or so, from what I can see. You?d better put in a call to your family physician and make an appointment to see him as soon as you can.? ?I really don?t want to get him involved, if I can avoid it. It was my fault for wanting to save a trip to the pharmacy, by getting both prescriptions filled at the same time, not his.? ?How come your mom didn?t notice she was taking the wrong pills? She should have noticed she was weak and lethargic from taking your meds.? ?I inherited my diabetes from her side of the family. She was diabetic, too. She felt she was managing her blood sugar well enough without any meds, considering her age and other concerns. Her other health issues were --- urgent, according to our doctor, which ended being true. Her cancer was so --- aggressive.? The last subject of our conversation had me in tears again. ?Take it easy, kid. I know it?s hard for you to deal with your loss, but you have to be brave and face it. We all lose loved ones eventually, you know.? ?Sure,? I sobbed. ?I know that, but most people die when they get older. My mom was still young, and she was taken before I had any chance to tell her how much I loved her; how much she meant to me. If only I had known that I?d lose her so early in life, I would have spent more of my free time with her to explain to her that she was my principal guiding light, the source of my inner strength and inspiration to do what is right.? Betty tenderly held me to her ample bosom with her arms encircling me and let me cry my heart out. Her hand slowly running through my hair reminded me of how my mom consoled me when kids in high school picked on me for being the last to be chosen for intramural sports, and for being thought about as if I was queer by some guys who figured I ought to be one, for their sakes. I heard the photographer step into the studio bathroom, and get shagged back out again without saying a word to either one of us. It prompted me to lift up my head and look to Betty to see if I was right. As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I noticed how ample her bosom was, and I started to cry harder. Were my own breasts going to get as big as hers appeared to be from taking those wrong meds for several months? I had to ask her! ?Am I eventually going to grow as big in the chest as you are?? I asked her sheepishly. I didn?t even want to call them breasts. I didn?t want to identify mine for what they were, though her repeated assurances made it as plain as day. I only wished they?d vanish into thin air somehow, maybe magically. ?No, my child, I had mine augmented surgically to increase my chances of getting hired. I spent a lot of the money I made by modeling clothing on a fancy apartment, new cars, a boob job and expensive Caribbean vacations, so I?d have a nice tan line throughout the year. The sun gradually wreaked havoc on my complexion, but back then, everyone wanted to have a deep tan. We didn?t pay much attention to sun block commercials? claims about what the sun can do to a person?s skin. Now, my face looks more like imitation leather goods, not even as good as real leather looks.? ?Oh, I don?t think so! You still look great to me.? ?Yeah, but I don?t cut the muster when it comes to getting hired for a shoot.? ?You got hired for this one.? I was trying to get on her good side. ?Yeah, I got hired as your cosmetician, not as a model. Face it, I?m over the proverbial hill, and I know it.? ?Maybe it?s time for you to start looking for that sugar daddy that you were telling me about. I?m sure there?s a ton of guys out there looking for a babe with your figure. You?re still in your prime!? ?That?s bull, and I?ve been looking hard for Mr. Right, trust me. So far, I haven?t had much luck in that regard. I get lots of offers for one night stands from men on the hunt for a quick lay, but no serious minded men who want a mature lady with a little something extra.? ?Is that what they call men who prefer to live as women?? ?They call us that, and a lot of other terms that are indicative of what they want to do to us. We?re queers, queens, butt sluts, hummers, and any other term that comes to their homophobic minds. One thing they don?t call us is: ladies, ladies of the night, maybe, but never just ladies. Agh! My perspective is jaded by the loads of guys who promised me the moon and stars and gave me the brush off as soon as I gave them what they wanted from me. Take my word for it, don?t put out for any of them, until you are sure they are going to take you to the altar.? ?That?ll be the day! I told you. I?m not gay.? ?True, but you have to admit: you are femininely inclined to some degree. You were named after your mom, upon whom you were very dependent for guidance, and you always looked to her for advice. You told me so, just a while ago. Maybe a small part of you wants to be more like her, somehow.? ?I?ll only admit that I?ll never be a macho stud, like most guys are. If I?m at all like my mom, I?d like to be wise and inspiring as my mom was someday. I sure would like to take care of a nice home for a loving woman, like she did for my dad. That?s why I?m interested in meeting a woman who would like me the way I am, just as I am, with my physical limitations. I know that I could never be a muscle bound hero, but if I go back to college, I can make a good living as an accountant, and not become a financial burden to her, if I keep my job. That?s where I?m likely to find the woman of my dreams. ?Power hungry women run businesses that hire accountants, so there?s a fair chance I?ll meet one along the line. With any luck, she?ll notice that I?m the ideal man for her and scoop me off my feet and drag me to the altar.? ?You?ll be wearing a white gown, no doubt, while she wears a tux. Can I be one of your bridesmaids? Maybe she has friends who think just like her, an older sister, maybe. That would be ideal, but it?s a fruitless fantasy, my dear. Women like that are one in a million. You?ll have much better luck seeking a man to fulfill your dreams.? ?Oh, what luck have you had lately?? ?Don?t rub it in, kid. When I was still in my prime, I was so enamored with myself I was too greedy and passed up some offers I shouldn?t have. Other girls with something extra had better sense than I back then. I was reaching for the stars instead of checking out the movie stars. I found out too late that some of the leading men are so swishy, they sway when they walk. If I?d had known it at the time I could have become a trophy wife to some movie star with mega bucks. Nowadays movie stars get married to other men without public consternation, and I?m peddling makeup and makeovers for a living.? ?I?m sorry you didn?t make a connection, Betty.? ?Don?t worry. They?re not going to hold a tag day for me yet. I still have my hopes up high. One of these days, I?m going to score. You?ll see.? ?I hope you will find the man of your loftiest dreams. Until then, would you consider being my cosmetician? If you can fit me into your schedule I mean, because I need help, as you can see. I don?t know a thing about applying makeup properly and you made me look great without half trying. It?s one thing my mother didn?t teach me how to do, even though I know for a fact that she was hoping I had been born a girl when she was carrying me in her womb. My parents and older brother told me so, often enough. That?s why my parents chose the name: Mel for me. I was named after my mom.? ?Well, Melissa, since that?s your name according to your prescription bottle, have you taken your hormones yet, today?? ?Is that wise? I should be taking my diabetes meds.? ?That won?t be easy will it? You need to have that prescription refilled, first. The last batch was either lost by you, got stolen from your parent?s house, or was lost in the resulting fire. Regardless, you don?t have them now. Unless you can remember the prescription number to order a replacement of them from your pharmacist, you?ll need to consult with your doctor, which you really ought to do, anyway to see if the hormones affect the dosage you need to take. That?s another good reason why you need to see your family doctor, right away, besides the mix up with taking your mom?s HRT meds.? ?We?re back to that, eh? Long as we?re on the subject, how long were you on your feminine enhancing hormones before you started to show results?? I looked down at her breasts when I said it, so she?d know what I meant. There, I said it. Breasts, they were breasts! I finally got it out! ?I started to show a little after about two months but I received injections in addition to the daily pills my endocrinologist prescribed for me. It?s hard to predict, according to her. Some guys have to take meds for several months before they start to show any development, because they want to retain their ability to get erections and sire children. They don?t take any drugs that will inhibit their libido. It didn?t matter to me, because I wanted faster results, so I could make a killing doing what you?re doing for Mr. Grant McMaster.? ?Is that his name? He never said his name to me aloud when I first came in, but I remember seeing it in writing in the contract that I signed. Funny, how he didn?t mention it to me once in passing. Most people who I?ve met love hearing the sound of their names. Why do you suppose he didn?t?? ?You?ll have to ask him that. He should be popping his head in here again any minute now. You can ask him then. He?s antsy to get back to work, and that?s why you?re here, sweetie, so strip off your male outer clothes and I?ll go let him know we?re getting ready for him. I?ll also tell him that we need to make an appointment to see your family doctor, while I?m at it.? She said ?we" and not ?you?. ?Thanks, I?m still unsure of what I should do, so he might try to talk me out of taking any time off to go to a doctor.? ?Honey, this is important! I?m not going to let you sluff this off. You really ought to see your doctor as soon as possible. In fact, I feel so strongly about you doing this, I?m going to insist you call today to make an appointment, so you won?t have an excuse to put it off. No excuses!? She was serious, that was plain to see, and she was probably right, but I?d taken the wrong meds for over four months without a serious reaction with my diabetic condition so far. So, I didn?t see any reason to rush into doing something reactionary that I might regret later on, like my family finding out about it! My big brother was always on my case about being absent minded. This medication goof up would really provide him with ?fuel for the fire?. ?Hey, that?s enough already! Take your boy clothes back off and get ready to go to work. We?re not here for any other reason, so if you want to get paid you?d better hustle butt.? She made a motion like she was going to spank me so I feigned dodging her and started to undress. I had to agree with her. Mr. McMasters must have been right outside the dressing room in the studio because we heard him shout for joy, ?Finally!? When we came out of the changing room, he said, ?I thought the two of you were never going to stop gabbing!? Betty spoke up, knowing that I probably would have continued to stall. ?Mel has to call her family doctor and make an appointment as soon as possible.? ?Make the call or make the appointment, which is it?? ?She needs to call right now, but she?s afraid what happened will get back to her family, so she?s dragging her heels.? ?Women, even you switch hitters are temperamental! Make the phone call, already. We?re wasting way too much time!? Betty said, ?We?ll work late tonight if you?ll buy dinner. How?s that sound?? He retorted, ?I bought dinner last night! I?m not made of money, you know.? I offered, ?I know how to cook. I took Home Economics and Drama as my liberal arts electives for the past two years to ease my study load.? ?Can you whip up something real dramatic?? Betty quipped. We all laughed. Mr. McMasters added, ?I?d rather you spend your time modelling for me. I?ll buy, but if you want Mel to cook, you need to do the shopping, Betty. ?I?m getting further and further behind schedule and my client isn?t too happy with my response time. If it wasn?t for the way they reacted when they saw the results of yesterday?s shots, I might have lost the account.? Betty asked, ?So, they liked what they saw?? ?You wouldn?t be here now if they didn?t. Late last night, I wired proofs of what we did all day yesterday to the client, and they ate them up! I told them they were just prelims and the final products would be much better quality; still they said they?d gladly send me a generous additional retainer, after I send them what we accomplish today, so we?d better get a move on and get some work done.? We did get a move on, and we spent the rest of the day with me in swimsuits of all sorts, one piece, bikini, two-piece with skirts; you name it, I modeled them in all the colors of the rainbow and a lot of shades between. We didn?t stop working until late in the evening. Then we shared oriental carryout, but this time Betty went out to pick up the order and a case of beer instead of having the food delivered to Mr. McMasters? photo studio/apartment. While Betty was off on her mission to acquire our dinner, Mr. McMasters was sending off the day?s proofs to his east coast client while I soaked in a hot bubble bath in the Jack and Jill bathroom of the apartment. The two of them called out to me to join them for dinner when Betty returned, but I was content to remain where I was, up to my bobbing nipples in frothy bubbles. The tub had several water jets constantly churning up more, so my skin was slick as a whistle from head to toe. Dinner was the last thing on my mind after a long day following Betty?s advice on how to look sexy and enticing to men who would be browsing through the summer clothing catalog where the skimpy bathing suits I was wearing all day would be featured, supposedly with a fold out centerfold of me sitting on my haunches, leaning forward to give them a peak of my pert cleavage. Up until I came to work as a model for Mr. McMasters, I didn?t even know that I had cleavage. I merely thought I was putting excess weight from not having to take P.E. classes in college and my puffy looking chest was a sign of my becoming obese. Having a man fondling them changed my opinion about my boy boobs being real boobs. They perked up from being felt up! 4. Betty joined me in the bathroom, picked up a big towel and offered to help me dry off with it. ?We saved you an egg roll and some shrimp almond ding. You?ll have to zap it because it?s cold already.? I told her I wasn?t hungry, but she insisted I eat something. ?I don?t want to hear any excuses! If you think I?m going to stand by and watch you ruin your figure like I did mind with haphazard eating habits, and overindulgences you?re wrong? I conceded. ?Oh, alright, I?ll have an egg roll, a little shrimp almond ding, and a beer if it?ll make you happy.? She was almost done patting my body down with the Turkish towel. ?No beer for you, beer is carbs. What you need is protein to maintain your youthful complexion. I?ll make you a nice, hot cup of herbal tea, instead.? ?How much protein is in herbal tea?? I asked teasingly, knowing teas have no calories or food value at all. ?Don?t be such a smarty pants with me, young lady! Herbal tea is loaded with antioxidants and vitamin C. --- As long as we?re discussing your health, I want you to put in that call to your family doctor first thing in the morning. The boss gave in to my persistent pleas and will let you take some time off to see your doctor as soon as you can arrange an appointment.? I knew arguing with her wouldn?t do any good. I had to relent and agree to do as she ordered. If I didn?t, she would keep at it until I gave in. The way she was acting, she sounded a lot like my mom, rest her soul, used to sound when she wanted me to do a chore or run an errand that I didn?t want to do. ?Another thing, you?re going to have to agree to let me share your bedroom with you tonight, unless you would rather I sleep with the boss.? ?You, sleep in my bed? Why is it up to me? It?s his apartment!? ?He?d rather I slept with him, of course. Been there, done that, don?t want to go back for seconds, right now, not that desperate. Personally, Grant?s a total dud in bed, but don?t tell him that I told you so.? ?He has kind of told me why he isn?t very horny, now that you mention it.? We snickered about his not wanting sex and I told her she could sleep with me if she kept her hands --- and her other parts to herself. ?Don?t worry, I go for manly men. You and I are too much alike to suit me. If you?ll butch it up a little, maybe I?ll give you a tumble, otherwise, tonight we?ll sleep soundly! In the morning, you?ll call your doctor, first thing!? When we left the bathroom, and entered the bedroom, I got another surprise. The canopy from the king size bed was disassembled and sitting against the far wall, away from the door to the common area and door to the bathroom. What I thought was a king size bed was separated into two single beds, with a foot or so of space in between. The small utility table with the phone, lamp and clock radio on top of it was now between the two single beds instead of on one side. With the Turkish towel still wrapped around me, I retrieved a pair of panties, from a drawer, and went to the closet to pick out a bed jacket. Betty was already attired for bed pajamas she said ?Grant? gave to her, as they wore close to the same size. They looked much different on her than they would have looked on him. She had to roll up the sleeves and the pant legs. Her comment was, ?I?d rather wear something like what you?re wearing to bed, but none of the clothes in the drawers or closet here will fit me now. Oh, to have your figure again! What I wouldn?t do! I?m the one who could afford to skip a meal now and then, but then, I?d only binge afterwards.? We talked more, even long after we turned off the lights. Somehow, it felt good to have Betty as my ally. With her here in the room with me, I didn?t have to be too concerned about Mr. McMasters. After working with him for a few days, he even seemed less of a threat to me. He needed me as much as I needed the money, so he didn?t repeat his awkward attempt to seduce me. When she woke me up in the morning, Betty wouldn?t even let me get out of bed and wash the sleep from my eyes. She made me place a phone call to the doctor?s office. No, he wasn?t in yet, but was due to arrive within the hour. Was my call urgent? Yes it was. I explained that I was taking someone else?s prescription meds instead of my diabetes med for about four months, and I?d experienced some serious side effects. I gave the receptionist my name and my cell phone number. She said she?d tell him and get back to me. I received a return call from the doctor himself a little less than an hour later. He knew what the only meds I was supposed to take was, but he didn?t know whose meds I was taking instead by mistake. When I told him they were my mom?s estrogen supplements, he almost had a royal fit over the phone and said he wanted to see me as soon as he got to the office, and I had better be there waiting for him when he arrived. I quickly put a set of my male casual clothes on over a t-shirt and pair of my male briefs. Socks and loafers went on next. I was so nervous while getting dressed Betty offered to drive me to my doctor?s office. I gladly accepted, because I didn?t want to complicate matters further with an auto accident. After explaining the situation to my doctor, at least three times, he examined the new assets on my chest very closely, and even had me drop my drawers to examine my male package. He kept asking me over and over if I was sure that I took my mom?s meds accidentally, or did I have any inclinations to be closer to her somehow by adapting her feminine characteristics. I repeatedly assured him it was purely accidental because of the similarity in the size and shape of the pills, and that the expected change in the look from my regular pills was due to his recently recommending a generic variant. I insisted that I had no desire whatsoever to adopt any feminine mannerisms. He assumed the opposite. ?You always were soft and slight lad Mel. You?re not brazen and bulky, like your older brother. It doesn?t surprise me one bit that you welcomed an impromptu opportunity to experiment with gender modification! Your father wanted me to put you on steroids back when you were younger to build up your musculature. Your mother interceded on your behalf, you know. She wanted you soft and cuddly, way back then. You take after your mom. Don?t you?? ?Doc, I swear to you: I didn?t do this intentionally. I thought I was gaining weight from taking so many cooking classes in college instead of Phys Ed courses, because of my twisted ankle. You wrote out an excuse letter to the college for that. Remember? I?d never have even known I did it, if it hadn?t been for my friend here telling me what caused my gyro ? whatever it is. What I need to know now is what I should do about it, Doc?? ?I?m an internist, and family practitioner, I?m not versed in modifying one?s gender. You need an appointment with a specialist in gender dysphoria to determine the extent of development and what cautions are involved. He turned away, almost walking out on me. ?My receptionist will provide you with a list of local specialists from which you may choose one. Have the new doctor keep me informed as to your progress, please.? He kissed me off, just like that. My appointment was over. When I asked about my prescription for diabetes medication, he suggested I ask my endocrinologist, as the dosage might change, if I was to continue to take feminizing estrogen simultaneously. Apparently, he didn?t believe me when I told him that it was all a big mistake: that I wasn?t purposely taking drugs to alter my lifestyle. I begged him to reconsider. He looked at me like I was dirt and said, ?What is it you want from me? Do you want my approval? Ask that friend of yours who brought you here today for approval, and ask her what pitfalls you have to look forward to. She obviously knows them all by now.? He apparently ?read? Betty as a transgendered person and figured she talked me into following in her footsteps, which was totally untrue. The doctor?s receptionist was far more considerate that he. She gave me a list and wished me the best of luck, no matter what I decide to do, or why I choose to do it. When we got into Betty?s car, she reviewed the list with me and said that her doctor?s name was on the list and she had heard of a few of the other doctors listed. I wasn?t in any hurry to see a new doctor. I was more concerned about my father and brother finding out about my stupid mistake from the family?s doctor whose office I had just left. ?The rat, he?s bound to tell them all about my stupidity!? I cried. ?I knew I shouldn?t have gone to him!? ?You?re not a minor, any more. Your doctor is bound not to advise anyone without your expressed consent, according to a Hippocratic Oath he swore to keep back when he passed his boards. Plus, he?s legally obligated to protect your privacy. It?s the law. Doctors are dedicated to healing, and they aren?t in the habit of stirring up trouble for their patients, so put your mind at ease about it.? I wanted to believe her, but was still nervous as hell. When we arrived back at the studio, Mr. McMasters was smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. ?They loved the last set I sent out to them, Mel. When they asked me, I told them your name is Melissa, but you go by Mel. I hope that was okay for me to tell them that. They approved the remainder of the shoot, so you?ll be working for me the balance of this month, at least.? ?Will it be for the same rate of pay?? I asked. ?Honey, you?ll be making a lot more than I will, at the rate I offered to pay you to insure that I kept this account, and I?m grateful to you for your part. Sure, a deal is a deal, but if my client wants you to be the model in the fall flyer they usually run, I want a concession from you in return, to help me keep my head above water. This business isn?t as profitable as it once was.? It sounded like a well-rehearsed, ?woe is me? sob story, but he was paying me was over five times my previously highest pay for part-time work. ?What kind of concession do you want?? I asked. ?Well, my client is thrilled with your facial image, even in profile, and your sexy legs as well, but thinks you are too young looking because of your lack of feminine curves up on top. Would you be interested in temporarily augmenting the size of your bust gradually, a little at a time as we proceed?? I asked Betty, ?What does he mean by ?augment??? ?I believe he wants you to continue taking the estrogen for a while.? ?Yes, incidentally, my client is willing to pay for any collagen treatments you may want, and will offer you full medical coverage if you need it, so you?d be gaining a lot, not losing anything, --- if you?re interested.? I was interested, because if I was to return to college in the fall, I?d need to earn enough from this shoot to afford one semester?s tuition and board. Even at half of the present rate of pay this shoot should provide enough money for the one semester. ?I?m still enrolled at the college where I was attending up until now, so I still have some medical benefits from there and I?m also covered as a dependent on my dad?s retirement insurance plan, unless I fail to return to class in the fall, I believe. Can we wrap up the summer catalog shoot before then?? ?I don?t see why not?? ?Then, I?ll do it, but only until we finish the summer catalog?s photos.? ?Super. By the way, how did it go at the doctor?s office this morning?? I explained the bum?s rush I felt I got from my family physician. He seemed only mildly interested in what the doctor?s reaction was, so I didn?t push it. He turned to Betty and kindly asked her if she?d take me ?under her wing? so to speak. ?Do whatever you can to help Mel adjust, will you? I would surely appreciate your helping her.? Once again, he referred to me as a ?her? and not a ?him?. I was going to ask her if she would mind if I was to use her current doctor for consultation, anyway. Mr. McMasters was now suggesting I get collagen pills or whatever the treatments entailed to enhance the size of my bosom in addition to the estrogen I?d been taking mistakenly. I wanted guidance and assistance from a reliable professional medical practitioner no matter what I decided to do. It would only be for another month or so. I also had to get my blood sugar checked and my diabetes back on track, at the same time. Betty agreed to help out. She said it would save some time, as we?d be able to arrange regularly scheduled visits together, and she?d be driving me to the joint appointments, and would clue me in on what to expect along the way. That way, she could provide me with her years of experience over the next month or so. I thanked her, because I knew I?d be less likely to screw things up again. We got right to work, and the workday was over before I knew it. I was in a tight fitting body suit for a good part of the day, so I was relieved to have it peeled off of me when Mr. McMasters said it was time to break for dinner. He offered to cook burgers on the grill for the three of us on his back yard patio grill, but I insisted on preparing the meat, if he didn?t mind my using his spices and kitchen utensils. He gladly deferred to my culinary skills and the three of us spent a lovely late evening eating out in the fresh air on his patio. I wasn?t aware he had an enclosed back yard up until then. He claimed the high fence around the yard provided a degree of privacy, as the grass, deck and barbeque grill were all essential elements of his studio setup. ?The gas grill was a freebie from the company that makes them. The deck was installed by a lumber company for a flyer I did for them featuring fake lumber made out of old milk bottles. If I can avoid spending profits on things I need, I offer my clients a good deal for their props. Usually, they just leave them behind after the shoot. ? The next evening I made marinated pork chops for Betty and Grant, and a Greek salad with feta cheese for the three of us. Betty made sure I watched my caloric intake throughout the day. She said I was a being good influence on her eating habits, because she was eating better too, as a result. The next morning, she woke me up by telling me we had an appointment to see her doctor that morning. I dressed up in my male togs again for the trip, but had to wear my zip-up sweatshirt over my T-shirt because I was showing through the thin t-shirt. I guess my pulling on my itchy nipples late at night because it felt so good was making them more obvious. Along the way, she commented on my hair, how it was growing out a little. ?Your hair is coming along nicely. In about another month or so, you won?t have to wear your boy clothes out in public. You?ll be able to wear capris, shorts, and even a skirt if you want. No one will detect that you aren?t the girl you appear to be, if you continue to wear makeup on a full-time basis. You ought to learn more about shading your eyelids to suit your differing moods better. You can practice doing it on your own in the mirror in the sun visor while we drive along.? I pulled down the sun visor to see the mirror. ?You must admit, wearing girl?s underthings are a lot more exciting to wear than drab cotton whites. Selecting the options from the massive variety alone can be a lot of fun, let alone the grand feelings wearing the silky selections incite deep inside. Did you know you moan softly sometimes in your sleep, or when you are supposed to be asleep and are playing with your nipples.? ?Am I that obvious?? ?No, but I?ve been there. I remember how it feels to sprout a pair of sexy boobies. I suppose all girls play with their nipples once they become fully sexually conscious. It?s only natural.? ?But, we?re not really girls. We only exhibit certain inherent traits that are mistaken for girls? traits.? ?Ostensibly, as we become more mature, we recognize we are a bit different from the average beer belly, loud, and gregarious typical male of the species. We like to be treated nicely by others, we like to dress well once in a while, and we also like to be loved, and not taken for granted. It feels rewarding to be treated special, instead of being passed over, or be the last to be picked.? ?That is so true!? I exclaimed. I was always the last one to be picked for every intramural sports team. It was so embarrassing!? ?We?re here,? she announced softly. We were at a nearby clinic with many different names listed on the directory, followed by their medical specialty. After an hour of filling out forms related to my medical history, and a brief description of why I wanted to see the doctor whose name I circled in the letterhead listing of doctors working there, I finally got to meet the doctor. Dr. Altera was pleasant, and an easy communicator. ?I?m glad to meet you Miss Court.? ?I?m not a miss, and I don?t intend to become one. I been taking estrogen in error for four months and I want to find out what to do to reverse the effects and regulate my sugar once again. I?m a diabetic, you see.? ?Whoa, we?ll take what?s happening to your body one step at a time, if you don?t mind. First off, Betty here has told me you that you are working for a photographer at the moment who is using you as a young looking debutant. Is that right?? ?Yes, but my summer job doesn?t have anything to do with what caused my chest to puff up and look so --- feminine, or why I came to see you. My old doctor didn?t believe what I told him about taking the hormones by mistake. He ignored what I had told him and wrote me off, like I was a leper. I want to ---.? ?We?ll get around to what to do in a bit. First, I?d like your permission and authority to contact your former physician so I can ask him to forward your most recent cat scans, x-rays, blood tests, and the like. You may be overdue to have new ones taken. Once we know what we?re dealing with, I can give you a finite prognosis. Early, mild feminization promulgated by ingesting replacement hormones intended for aging women is generally reversible if not taken along with male androgens. ?Presently there appears to be a minor battle taking place within your body. It seems the feminine side is winning, currently, which could be due to an inherent imbalance in your homeostatic endocrine system. Have you always been slight of build, or were you ever hirsute while you were growing up? Did you encounter a major illness that suddenly changed your stature? ? ?I?ve always been sort of short and slim for my age while I was growing up. I am a diabetic, according to my family doctor. That much I know for sure, but I don?t recall any major illnesses when I was a small child. I don?t even remember having many winter colds or the flu.? ?I?ll confirm it with your last attending physician. He may not have treated you as a pediatric physician, and I?ll have to do some digging. Your previous and current health insurance coverage records would help in that regard.? ?Are they going to know that you are a gender oriented specialist? My dad has enough on his plate at the moment, and I don?t want to bring him any more grief if I can help it.? ?I?m an endocrinologist. That is my primary specialty. My first and foremost urgent concern is your diabetic condition. I want to independently verify if it is type one or type two I?ll be dealing with. The same medical specialization applies to people who, for whatever reason, feel they don?t fit in with the generally accepted norms of the species--- or what?s been labeled as gender dysphoric individuals. ?Whatever is or was the cause of the individual?s self-perception isn?t quite as important as what is to be done about it is. For me to treat your dysphoria, I?ll first need a psychoanalyst?s independent diagnosis. I?ll arrange for you to be interviewed by one soon, so you won?t have to find one on your own. The analyst will provide me with a detailed report, as I will write a script for the analysis, specifying the underlying reason for my referral. ?Meanwhile, I will review your metabolic panel when it is complete to issue you a new prescription for your diabetes medication. Your blood sugar has been high, but it?s not alarmingly high, considering the circumstances. You must have been watching your sugar intake closely.? ?I check my blood sugar every other morning. If it?s higher than it should be, I back off on simple carbs for the next two days. If it?s within the range I?m supposed to maintain, I resume a normal, healthy diet; leastwise what I believe is a healthy diet for someone my age. It isn?t always easy to stay on a sound food plan eating in the food commissary at school. Burgers with fries is the fast food item favored by most collegiates. I opt for the diet plate most days, with fruit instead of a bun.? ?I want you to check it every morning from now on, and regulate your sugar intake based on it. Check it again in the evening, before dinner if you feel a bit sluggish, or if you feel very antsy. Trust your glucose monitoring system. You should start keeping track of your fasting blood sugar on a daily basis.? She handed me a few sample printouts showing a month of blank spaces on a standard size sheet of writing paper I could reproduce on any printer. ?I?ll want to see you twice a week for a while, to closely monitor your diet and sugar control. Then, if I see that you are doing a good job on your own, I?ll want to see you on a weekly basis, after you?ve been to the analyst. See your guidance counsellor at your college to determine if you are covered by health insurance through the school. If not, your treatments for dysphoria can become costly, and I don?t do charity any cases. So don?t ask.? I felt I could talk to her without feeling like a freak, unlike the way I felt when I left my lifelong health care provider. I could tell that she was only joking about doing charity work. Who would expect any doctor to treat a voluntary health issue for free? The question was; would my own insurance plan cover non-essential treatments. She was right; a serious session with my guidance counsellor was in order, as soon as I could arrange it. I thanked her for seeing me on such short notice and left with a high level of confidence in her manner of treating her patients. During the short drive back to the studio, Betty informed me that Dr. Altera wasn?t her first gender oriented specialist. Her original doctor was less than cordial, so she switched when she heard about Dr. Altera from others in her circle of transgendered friends. ?She doesn?t restrict her practice to treating people who want to surgically alter their birth given genitals into those of the opposite gender. Some of us girls are content with treating our problem with drugs and never want to go under the knife.? I was glad to hear that! Three days later, we returned for my second appointment. I was given a new script for my diabetes and Betty got directions to my new psychoanalyst?s office. On the way there, Betty suggested I not stress my ?accidental? intro to using hormones. ?It makes you seem reckless, and you aren?t a reckless sort of person. Concentrate on what you want to achieve on the short track. You?d like your new endocrinologist to ?augment? your bust a little bit.? 5. Mr. McMaster had said ?a little bit at a time?, so it would appear that I was maturing as a girl would naturally over the course of a full year or so, maybe over a longer period. If he could hire me for additional shoots over the next year or so, in between semesters, or during breaks in my college schedule, I might be able to earn enough modeling for him to finish my education, including my graduate degree, so I would qualify to sit for the CPA exam. The following week routine was so hectic, it literally flew by. I saw my new analyst once and the endocrinologist twice that week. The following week?s routine was a repeat of the previous week, except I worked more hours and I cooked less often. I had three humongous paychecks deposited by my agent into my bank account, and I was happy as a lark. Apparently, my new analyst felt that I was an ideal candidate for feminine adaptation from what I told her I was hoping to achieve during my first two sessions with her, because at my next very visit to the endocrinologist, she administered an injection directly into each of my mounds that enhanced the shape and size of my small nipples I told her my nipples were becoming more and more sensitive to the touch for some odd reason. My doctor explained that it was likely a residual effect of the hormones I had ingested earlier on. She told me the injections she was giving to me were mostly collagen, with a little estrogen added. She assured me the collagen would gradually dissipate over time, but she would repeat the treatments regularly, so the effect would appear to gradually increase the size of my bust almost naturally, but a little quicker. I was pleased as punch with her prediction, because I was thereby satisfying my recent concession to Mr. McMasters. As soon as I returned to the studio, I removed my pullover to give him a good look at my new teasers. I saw the glint in his eye and swore his mouth was watering when he gazed upon my newly enhanced bosom. ?Is this the effect you were hoping for?? I asked. He said one word: ?Perfectly!? He wasted no time setting me up for a photo session in a string bikini on the deck in his back yard standing over the barbeque grill with a spatula in one hand. Close ups of the tiny bikini that followed left little to the imagination. The translucence of the bikini I barely wore was so revealing, my slightly darker, newly enhanced nipples were plainly visible in the several proofs he rushed off to his client. Once again, the client requested more samples of my barely decent display of enhanced feminine assets. I was so enamored with my girlish nipples I hadn?t even noticed how much my backside had blossomed during the month that had passed. One photo of me in the tiny bikini made it plainly evident: I was developing a nice looking slightly bigger bubble shaped butt, too! Was it caused by the hormones I had been taking, or the wearing of the body suit, that was becoming an almost daily ritual lately?. I had become used to wearing it so much, and was so preoccupied with my chest development; I?d barely noticed how shapely my lower torso looked in a bikini. I had curves! ?I?m shapelier than I was a month ago, Mr. McMasters!? ?Isn?t it time you drop the formality and start calling me by my first name?? I was hesitant at first, but after a month without him trying to kiss me again, even once, I relented. ?Okay, if you want me to, Grant.? He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me on my lips, but he didn?t. He kissed me like a father kisses his little girl --- on the forehead, quickly, chastely and gentlemanly. Betty was on the sidelines observing the two of us. ?Oh, go ahead and kiss the guy! You know you want to, and he wants to kiss you, too, but he?s too afraid of how you will react. Let him cop a little feel, for cry bones! He has been patiently waiting for a chance to grope them, and you play with them enough all night. Let Grant touch your tiny nipples for you and see how the sparks will fly from someone else?s gentle caress.? She was encouraging him to accost me! ?Betty! How could you? You?re supposed to be my guardian angel; my loyal protector. Remember?? ?You?re over three times seven. It?s time you grow up, kiddo! Are you going to wait until you?re old and grey before you give in to your need for love and affection? If he doesn?t take you into his open arms and right now, I will hot stuff! You are a living wet dream and you are looking at the proof of it!? 6. Recap I knew Betty was right. The latest pictures of me strewn across the darkroom table didn?t lie. I?m as gorgeous looking as a young girl could be. I couldn?t deny it for a moment. Why did I ever mistake the hormone replacement pills my mom was taking for my prescription diabetes meds? Had I not made that one mega erroneous dumb assumption on my part, I wouldn?t be faced with the predicament I was in. Then again, I?d have been out of luck, out of college tuition and out on the pavement every day, looking for a crummy job flipping burgers around on a grill somewhere. It wasn?t an employment prospect I envied. Instead, I was sleeping every night in a swell, comfortable, warm bed, eating like a gourmet on someone else?s grocery tab, and making more money than I deserved for not doing a thing, just lounging around in some skimpy girl?s swimsuits and sexy lingerie either in his studio on a phony beach scene or beside a barbecue grill at a photographer?s enclosed, secure back yard. If I stood under the big sun umbrella he had set up on the deck, in that enclosed, high fenced, very private yard, I couldn?t be seen by anyone from outside the yard or from up above it, by a unmanned drone or from a traffic copter as it made its rounds reporting on the city traffic. I had accumulated over eighteen grand since I started posing for the unlucky shutter nut a little over a month ago. He offered to pay me a hundred dollars an hour to replace his last model, because she ran off to Hollywood to have a screen test and left him in the lurch. In a little more than a month I collected enough money from him already to cover the tuition for this fall?s semester. What a windfall I had dropped into my lap by accident. All I did was to reply to a referral from a booking agent that sent me to him to be rid of me, a silly nuisance sent to them by an advertising firm where I?d worked for the two summers before I went away to college. The summer was coming to a close in a few short weeks. As long as he was willing to pay me an exorbitant rate of pay for doing absolutely nothing but looking good for his cameras, I was willing to cash in on it and milk it for all it was worth. One small hitch: My employer learned from his client they wanted pictures of me to appear in a small fall brochure they were planning, I was asked to make one minor ?concession? in order to extend my good fortune. I was to go to a new doctor to get some kind of collagen treatments so my budding chest would appear to be growing a little bit faster than the hormone pills I?d been taking for a few months by mistake would provide. Those pills made my entire body feel good whenever I played with my boy nipples, so I didn?t mind changing to this new doctor, if the treatments would improve the sensations I was enjoying so much lately. Playing with my very sensitive protruding nipples was giving me fantastic erections without my needing to masturbate, like I usually had to do for my sexual relief at night in bed. So far, I never was lucky enough to go on a date with a woman that might end up with me in bed with her. I wasn?t the kind of guy who?d force his attentions on a woman, for one, and secondly, they didn?t perceive me as being the sort of guy that they?d voluntarily invite into bed with them. I wasn?t the impressive image women found very attractive. Anyway, lately my orgasms seemed much stronger and lasted far longer and were more gratifying since I began to stimulate my protruding boy nipples instead of toying with my manhood. Sometimes, I could get off really well for a much longer duration without ever getting a ?woodie?. The sensations were, more intense, as well as longer lasting, a double benefit. It was more convenient and easier to do than whipping up an erection for a quick and dirty explosion of lust. The inner sensations that I felt were more rewarding somehow. I didn?t have to make a big mess in my underwear to get off, another advantage. I was wearing much nicer underwear to bed now, due to my own lack of planning in the beginning, and later on because all the available bed clothes were more luxurious, and more self-indulgent. A lucky guy could easily get used to being pampered, real easily, once he set aside the usual hang ups guys have over liking soft and frilly underthings. I didn?t have a problem with that issue, once I tried on my first set of lingerie. My new employer helped me to prepare for my modeling for him by hiring a cosmetologist to train me on how to use stage makeup properly. I discovered stage makeup wasn?t too different from makeup that girls use. In fact Betty the cosmetologist was once a man like me, but he dressed up as a woman. I?d heard of such men before while hanging out with other students from my drama classes. I chose drama as an elective to replace my physical education classes from which I was exempt. Read part one to find out more about that. Read Part Three to learn what?s about to occur next!