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Eventually Monday morning arrived. He sat with his mum as they both had cereal for breakfast. "Are you nervous?" "I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I don't really know what to expect this morning and I don't know if I'll be able to give them what they want. I want to succeed, and I'll be disappointed if I don't, but life is going to be so different if I do well." Ryan smiled. "To be honest, I'm trying to think of it as just something new and different to do on my day off." They both left the flat at the same time, Diane got a lift to work from one of her co-workers, Ryan headed for the train station. In his enthusiasm not to be late he found himself outside Top Class Models at nine o'clock and he had to wander around a couple of newly opened shops to kill time, but at nine twenty he could wait no longer and headed up the stairs to the agency reception. He introduced himself to the receptionist and soon found himself sitting in the waiting area once more, watching people pass through the reception hearing the phone ring, the general office to and fro. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only around ten minutes, one of the staff who entered reception headed toward him. She was a slim pretty girl with short hair and glasses. Although he had observed some people in business clothes, she, like most people he saw, was casually dressed, in her case, blouse, jeans and flat shoes. "Hello. I'm Talia Banks. You must be Ryan." "That's me." "I'm really pleased to meet you Ryan. Are you OK this morning?" "A little nervous, but fine thanks." "I understand. I'm going to be in charge of your shoot this morning. I know this will be completely new to you, but just try and relax and enjoy the experience. Everyone involved is very professional. We will help you. OK?" "OK." Talia smiled. "That having said, this is the first shoot of this nature in our studio so it's a first for a couple more of us at the agency. As you know, we are hoping you will be our first androgynous model on our books. The good news is that my assistant and the photographer have previous experience in this field and I have spoken to some friends in the business for advice, so I'm certain we'll do fine. Anyway, come to my little office and we can have a chat before we begin." Talia led Ryan to her office and gestured to him to sit down on yet another two-seater settee. She sat down beside him." "Listen Ryan. My biggest piece of advice to any first timer is not to be embarrassed about using and showing your body. It is your asset. It is "the tool" of your trade. You will be seen barely clothed and perhaps even naked by people you barely know or don't know at all. That will happen today. We're actually going to throw you in the deep end. There will be many things that you have never experienced before. But you have to know, and to be honest we need to know, if these are experiences you can live with. You cannot afford to be to be too self conscientious. That will show in the photographs. But we know that can take a little time to achieve, so just let us help you through this. As I said before. Relax and enjoy. We have everything set up in our studio. Today is low key, so there will only be Dawn, for makeup and hair, Lynn, my assistant, to help me get you dressed and change clothes between shots etc, and Andrew the photographer. We'll probably only have two or maybe three changes and we should be finished some time in the afternoon, so come on, let's go." Ryan followed Talia up a further flight of stairs and along a short corridor that led to the studio door. Half way down the corridor she stopped beside a door with the traditional sign that designated a male toilet. "I think you had better use this now." And to Ryan's puzzled expression, "You'll find out why shortly." After his visit they continued down the corridor and through the door into the studio. Ryan looked around and tried to take in his surroundings. It was basically a pretty empty rectangular box, but at one end there were lights on stands of various heights, what looked like silver foil umbrellas and a couple of single colour backdrops hung in front of the wall. The photographer, Andrew was milling about, getting himself organised. As Talia led him over towards a corner where a chair sat before a mirror on the wall, two women whom he took to be Dawn and Lynn walked over to meet them. Talia did the introductions. "Girls, this is Ryan. He is our model for today." They both greeted Ryan with, "Hello Ryan," and friendly smiles. Dawn was yet another young, good looking girl, with what Ryan thought to be a slightly punk appearance. Lynn was a bit older however. Still a handsome woman Ryan thought she would be about the same age as his mum, who was forty four. Perhaps a little older still. Looking at Ryan, Talia spoke again. "Ryan, I want you to go with Lynn just now, just to get out of your boy clothes and put on a dressing gown, then you'll come back to see Dawn." Lynn led Ryan over to a curtained off area in one of the studio's corners. When they entered he saw there was a couple of chairs, a rack on wheels on which some clothes were hanging, and a full length mirror, also on wheels. He wondered if the rack held the clothes that he would be wearing and tried to see what they were, but Lynn began speaking and drew his attention from the rack. "I believe Talia may have said something to you already, but just to repeat, I've been in the fashion business all my working life and I've seen hundreds and hundreds of bodies and that includes male ones. There's nothing I haven't seen. So, although it's not going to be easy for you at first, for me to do my job, I will see a lot of you." She finished with a smile and a knowing raise of her eyebrows. "I get it," replied Ryan. "There is one thing though." He had been undecided as to whether he should bring up his gynecomastia beforehand or just let events take their course, but he felt that this was perhaps the right time to mention it. This lady was going to see it anyway. "Can I just tell you something? I'm a little bit embarrassed about this, but since you've said you will be seeing me topless etc, I might as well get it over with. You see, I have gynecomastia. My doctor told me this is not an uncommon complaint in young boys, but I'd rather tell you now in case it creates any issues." "Sorry, I'm not sure what that is." "It's a swelling of breast tissue which gives boys small breasts. It's been quite embarrassing for me, but it should settle down on own, I hope. It's a puberty thing." Lynn was only slightly taken aback, but realised that perhaps she had not seen everything after all! "Oh, I see. Well why don't you strip down to your waist first and we'll see what you are talking about." Ryan did as he asked and was soon standing topless in front of Lynn. In his mind, he was repeating the phrase, "don't be embarrassed, get used to this" over and over again. "Yes, I CAN see what you mean and I can understand that for a young boy it's a big deal, but it really isn't THAT pronounced. I really don't think that it's going to be an issue at all here. In fact, now I think about it, it may be positively advantageous. So let's just carry on. I need you to strip down completely and then were going to put this on." She produced a pair of flesh coloured pants that, once on, would stretch from above his waist to his upper thighs. "These are very similar to a ladies tummy shaper. Other boys I have worked with use these to give shape, but mainly to flatten out their genitals. They have strong elastic at the front. Can't have any unsightly bulges you know." she said with a smile. Ryan stripped further down and was soon fully naked in front of Lynn. He wondered if his mum had realised that this may be possibility when they were discussing whether to go ahead with this. He resolved NOT to tell her absolutely everything about the days events. "Well done Ryan. You've overcome your first hurdle. Do you need to go to the toilet?" Ryan was puzzled once more, but answered no. Lynn smiled again. "It's just this is a garment you don't want to be pulling up and down too often. So let's get them on." He put one foot then the other in the garment and began to pull it up. "It's very tight. Is it meant to be like this?" "Yes. Once it's on it will hold you nicely in place. I'll give you a hand." After a bit of a struggle, with Lynn tugging up from the rear and Ryan at the front, the shaping pants were in place. He now understood why an empty bladder was required, but wondered how long it would be before he would need to pull the pants down again. He hoped not too soon! "You need to reach down and tuck your bits between your legs." "Pardon?" "Like this." And Lynn demonstrated with her hands the action Ryan should take. She gave further advice, her use of language deliberately designed to let Ryan know that body parts were not something he could afford to be shy about. Ryan put his hand down pants and, following instruction, pushed everything back between his legs. He pulled his hand back out, looked down, and was surprised at how much the strong elastic was holding everything in. It almost looked like they were gone. It was also noticeable that he now had a narrower waist in relation to his thighs. "It's quite uncomfortable." "Yes, but I believe you can get used to it quite quickly. Actually, I know it's possible to push your testicles back inside your body and then use tape to flatten everything, to give absolutely the best effect possible, but I think for now that will be fine." She pulled a dressing gown style robe from a hanger on the rack. "Right, now I need you to put this on and go back to Dawn and she'll work her magic on you." So, bare footed and wearing only the robe and pants he returned to the makeup station where Dawn was sitting on the chair chatting to a standing Talia. Talia saw him coming first and speaking to Dawn said, "Here he is. I'll leave you to it. I'll go and have a word with Lynn." And with that she headed towards the changing area. Dawn stood up, gestured towards the chair and said, "Take a seat. How are you doing so far? The first time is pretty scary, I guess" He sat down and was immediately aware that his "boy parts" were not in the position they would normally be. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearably so. "Just a bit, yes." Dawn looked at Ryan straight in the face for several seconds and he was uncomfortably aware that he was being assessed by a beautician. After a few seconds Dawn spoke. "I can absolutely see where Talia is coming from. I think you could carry off some really interesting looks. Terrific hair with a bit of length. No facial hair to contend with, at least for now. Lovely long lashes. Maybe just a little tidy up of your eyebrows. Nothing that you can't live with when were finished today, honestly. Is that OK?" Realising that he could hardly say no at this point, Ryan agreed. Dawn was experienced enough to know that a little conversation would be helpful in calming Ryan's obvious nerves and despite herself, Dawn could not suppress her curiosity about the boy she was about to makeover. "So how is it you find yourself sitting in this chair having your hair and makeup done?" Ryan related the story of how Susan Grant had approached him at the station and of the events thereafter. "Wow. So it really was the classic model story of being discovered on the street." "Well I don't know if I've been discovered exactly. Susan needs to like what she sees today." "Take my word, Talia is a great shoot manager and Andrew is a fantastic photographer and I guarantee that between them and Lynn and I, we'll get something to keep Susan happy. "I hope so." "OK. Ryan, from here on, I'm looking at you as a girl, a female model, so prepare to be made up as one." Ryan took an involuntary gasp as he tried to take in what he had just been told. "First of all I'm going to do something with your hair. We can do the makeup when your hair is off your face." She ran her fingers through Ryan's hair. "The colour is a bit in-betweeny, but the length and condition really good, so we've decided we want some feminine curls and waves, so I'm going set your hair with some rollers." Dawn smiled. "I think your about to find out how much effort it takes for a girl to look her best. But at least you'll have some, and if I say so myself, expert help." Ryan then knew things were about to get real. He had seen his Mum occasionally have her hair in rollers, but now this most feminine of routines was about to happen to him. In all the scenarios he had thought about over the last week, somehow, this had not been one of them. But he had made the decision to give this his best shot, while also knowing that he would be exposing himself to the ways of female life, so he realised he was just going to have to "go with the flow". Dawn moved a wheeled trolley a little closer to Ryan's chair. Conscious that this was Ryan's first time in the makeup chair and sensing his nervousness she explained what she was going to do. "I'm just going to wet your hair a little before I put the rollers in. Hopefully by the time you have had your makeup done and have dressed they will be ready to come out." She took a comb and ran it through Ryan's hair, at the same time spraying a mist of water from a bottle. She was impressed by the condition of his hair and how free off tangles it was. "I wish all the models I see came to me with hair like this. You obviously look after your hair" Ryan responded quietly, "I try." He was aware of the sensation of another person touching his hair. He had not had "a haircut" for many years, barring his Mum trimming the length every so often, so it was indeed a novel and strange feeling. As if she was reading Ryan's mind, Dawn continued. "So when was the last time you had your haircut?" "In a hairdresser's? I really can't remember. My Mum took me when I was little, but not for a long time for sure." Dawn began her beautification process. With Ryan watching in the mirror in front of him, using her comb, she separated a section of Ryan's hair at the front of his head, and holding it vertically at it's full height, took a mesh roller and placed it at the end of the strand and began rolling it down the strand till it met with Ryan's scalp. Holding it in place, she took a plastic pin from the tray and angled it through the roller to secure it firmly in place. A second or two later, Dawn took another strand beside the original and repeated the process. She began chatting to Ryan, general chat about his life and family, whilst also working quickly but precisely, till, within minutes, there was ten rollers firmly pinned to the top of Ryan's head. Below this activity, Ryan sat, trying to make sense of his thoughts and emotions. He had seen his Mum set her hair in rollers and understood it was an important part of many women's beauty regime. But here he was, undergoing, and watching in the mirror, the same feminine process. He had felt the tension on his scalp as Dawn had taken the first strand, the roller gathering his hair and then resting against his scalp, and the tension created when it was pinned. He could scarcely believe this was happening to him! As the second roller was placed, he suddenly became acutely aware of a growing pressure against the tight control pants, causing mild panic, but also a curiosity in his mind as to why that should be happening to him. But he had had no time to think about this, because as Dawn had continued to set his hair, she had began chatting to him, and as he answered her questions and chatted to her, he began to relax and he realised the anxiety producing pressure he had felt was no longer a problem. Instead it had been replaced by a different feeling. A warm and entirely unexpected feeling. What was happening to him was NICE. He was still a little nervous, but he was actually beginning to enjoy the experience of having his hair set. The physical sensation of his hair being rolled and Dawn's presence, touch and verbal interaction were all combining to give Ryan a sensation, feeling and experience unlike anything he had ever felt before. As Ryan continued to observe in the mirror, Dawn used another six rollers on each side of Ryan's head. Stopping for a second, and talking to Ryan's mirror image rather than Ryan himself, she smiled and commented candidly, "You know, we haven't even started on makeup yet, but just the rollers framing your face already makes you look really sexy and fem." Ryan swallowed hard but could not think of anything to say in reply. Asking Ryan to tilt his head forward slightly, she worked at the back of his head, till eventually he felt the hair at the nape of his neck being combed out and rollers placed and secured. She announced that she had finished setting his hair and tried to catch Ryan?s eye in the mirror once more. Instead she saw him staring at his reflection, and realising that unlike almost every model she had ever worked with, this was a vision her model would never have seen before, she asked him if he would like to see the back too. She took another hand held mirror and held it above and behind Ryan?s head allowing him to see the complete roller set. "What do you think? You now have thirty rollers working to give you some nice waves and curls." Now that Dawn had finished the set, Ryan was able to fully look at the image in the mirror for the first time, while also glancing at the smaller mirror in Dawn?s hands. He could hardly take it in. As Dawn had said, the rollers meant that there appeared to be a young teenage girl staring back at Ryan. They had somehow further feminised his features. Again, struggling for words, he could only reply, "It?s a strange feeling on my head. The tension. The tightness." Dawn could only reply. "Well I guess most young girls with longer hair will have had rollers in their hair at some point in their lives, but for you, well, I?m sure it does feel strange." She took a can of hairspray and liberally sprayed the set, the sweet smell picked up by Ryan. Always feeling that she needed to keep Ryan informed as to what was happening, "I?m just going to net your hair to help keep it all in place while we do your makeup." She placed a pink net over the set and tied it at the nape of his neck. "It?s time to have a look at those eyebrows now." She took a pair of tweezers from a tray and asked Ryan to tilt back his head. He felt the first sharp tug and involuntarily jerked his head. "Ooops. Sorry. Almost forgot that you wont have experienced plucking your eyebrows before. Don?t worry, you soon get used to it." It occurred to Ryan there was quite a lot of discomfort that he had to get used to already. But, after a few more plucks, he knew what was coming and was able to stop himself flinching. A few more plucks and Dawn stated she was happy with his eyebrows. He looked in the mirror ahead, and from his seat could see no great difference. But he certainly knew they had been plucked. "Now, let?s give you a pretty face. Talia has told me what she is looking for. We going for a full glamour look, so buckle up." Dawn set to work using various brushes and sponges, liquids and powders, while Ryan sat silently in the chair and vowed to himself that he would not look in the mirror again until Dawn had finished. Before he arrived at the studio that morning, having his makeup done was one of the things he thought he would find strangest, but after the experience of having his hair set, he found he quickly settled to the attention of Dawn?s magic hands. Indeed, aided by her running commentary on what she was doing and the general conversation in which they engaged, he, once again, realised that not only was he more relaxed than he ever thought he was going to be, but that he was somehow finding this a pleasant experience. He tried to figure out why this should be. But it was impossible to think it through, as, now, their initial reserve with each other ebbing away, a curious Dawn was getting a bit more inquisitive about the boy in her makeup chair. "So, have you ever used any makeup at all before? For a party etc.?" "No. Never. This is definitely a first." Although Dawn completely believed Ryan, she found it hard to believe that, given what he was attempting to do today and what he was allowing to be done to him, which is surely something virtually every other boy would run a mile from, he had never experimented with his obvious feminine side. But she decided not take it any further. "Well this is a first for me too. I?ve never made up a boy before, although I have to admit I?ve seen some boys that I secretly would have loved to do. Plus it?s a little challenge to a beautician. Can I make a boy beautiful? So you?ve given me the opportunity to fulfil that." "I was worried that I would be "TOO" big a challenge for whoever did my makeup." "Well I can tell you that everyone?s face is different, but if I?m really honest, you?re not providing the challenge I thought it might be. You?re really no different or more difficult than any other female model I?ve worked with. Time for your eyes." Asking Ryan to tilt his head back, she began what turned out to be the most time consuming part of the makeup job. Continually asking him to close or open his eyes, keep still, she worked with a steady hand with pencils and brushes and small sponges. Ryan knew he could not do this himself but he realised that having his makeup done by Dawn was continuing to give him the same feeling that having his hair set in rollers had given him. Now as she was talking a little less, concentrating on his eye makeup, Ryan was becoming engulfed by a warm, peaceful serenity. Eventually Dawn told him that she was going to apply mascara and for a second a feeling of wonderment overcame him, that this most feminine of products was being used on him. How had this come about? But as the mascara brush was dancing above and below his eyes, he began to realise that not only was he feeling relaxed and calm about his makeover, he was actually enjoying the feeling of Dawn?s close proximity and her working to make him look his best. He was enjoying the feeling of being PAMPERED. "A little lipstick now and were nearly there. Give me a pout." Ryan thought the lipstick would come from a tube, the way he had seen his mother and many other women apply lipstick, but Dawn used a kind of pencil to outline his lips and then it seemed to Ryan that she was almost painting his lips. It was not what he was expecting and when Dawn declared herself finished, he closed his mouth bringing his lips together. He was immediately aware of a new sensation around his mouth. He could feel the moistness. He KNEW he was wearing lipstick. He could feel it. Dawn stepped back. "I?ve gone with a kind of berry red lipstick. I think you suit it and it goes with the kind of look we?re going for today." In a day of strange thoughts, Ryan pondered that he had a "look today", that implied he was capable of having different "looks." He had only ever known the one "look". The power of makeup, it seemed, gave women the ability to have more than one "look", and it would appear, judging by Dawn?s words, makeup would give Ryan the same feminine like freedom. "I?ve noticed that you haven?t been looking in the mirror at all. Do you want to look now. All finished. I just need to go and fetch Talia." Left alone, Ryan looked at the wall just below the mirror, closed his eyes, then slowly lifted his head upright. He opened his eyes to be greeted by someone he had never seen before but with whom he was vaguely familiar. It took his breath away. After a few seconds he began to see Ryan in the background, but in the foreground was seemingly a strikingly attractive girl. OK, a girl with her hair in rollers, covered by a pink hair net but with a beautifully feminine face with immaculately done makeup. He was stunned to think that this person in the mirror was actually him. It was the strangest sensation. He was looking at A GIRL! Dawn returned with Talia and they found Ryan staring into the mirror, seemingly mesmerised. Talia spoke first. "Well, what do you think then?" "I can hardly believe that?s me in the mirror." "Do you like what you see?" Ryan didn?t know how to answer this. He was amazed at how he looked, but truthfully, he hadn?t had time to fully digest what he was seeing, never mind work out how it made him feel. But bizarrely, considering the reason he was sitting in the beautician?s chair in the first place, he thought agreeing to "liking what he saw" might seem a strange thing for a boy to admit. Instinctively he went with a more neutral reply. "I?m a bit stunned. At least I think I don?t look ridiculous." This time it was Dawn. "Are you kidding? I?m not sure if I should be offended or not. Seriously, you look beautiful. I mean it. Take it from me." Ryan senses were now struggling to cope. He was a boy, but he had just been called "beautiful" by a girl who knew what she was talking about! How is a boy supposed to feel, knowing he makes a beautiful looking girl? "Yes, I think we?ve proved 100% you?ve got what we hoped you would have. Now we just need to get you dressed, let Dawn finish your hair and we can finally get you in front of the camera." Talia motioned for Ryan to follow her back to the changing area and asked Dawn to tell Andrew, who had finished setting up and had sat down with a cup of coffee and his mobile phone, that they would be ready shortly. As they crossed the floor, Talia mentioned to Ryan that Lynn had told her about his gynecomastia, but told him not to worry about it. They entered through the curtain where Lynn was already waiting with his first garments. "Just slip the dressing gown off will you. We?re going to start with this first." He took off the robe and tried again to overcome the feeling of embarrassment. He stood as before with only the foundation garment to cover his maleness, but this time he had makeup on and his hair was in rollers! Lynn was walking towards him with a black garment over her arm. "We?re going to start simply today. Kind of ease you into it. I don?t know how much you know about female fashion so, this is an ankle length black satin shift dress with sweetheart neckline. It also has a slit down one side and an overlapping black mesh skirt. You?re going to be able to step into it and I?ll help you from there." Ryan stared at the dress and it struck home what he was about to do. For the first time in his life, and in the presence of two women he had just met this morning, he was going to don an article of female clothing and then to all intents and purposes demonstrate a feminine persona in front of a camera. In a minute he was going to be dressed in something these two women beside might wear. They were WOMEN, and he was a BOY! Yet HE was going to be wearing a DRESS. He was about to step into their, feminine world. Lynn held the dress low and invited Ryan to step in, which he did. She began to ease the dress up and then asked Ryan to slip his arms through the spaces formed by the dress?s narrow shoulder straps. She pulled the straps over Ryan?s shoulders and continued to arrange the dress, finishing with some small satin buttons which passed through hanging loops at the back. She stepped back to get a better look at how the dress was fitting and turned to Talia who was also eyeing Ryan up an down. "Maybe a little loose at the waist?" Lynn asked. "Yes, I think so." Lynn went back towards rack, picked up something and moved behind Ryan once more. He felt her doing something at his back, then the dress become a little tighter around his waist. He asked her what she was doing. "I?m just using a couple of spring clips to gather the dress and pull it in at the waist. Makes it look a lot better. Obviously they?ll not be seen in the pictures. A little trick that you can get away with in the studio." Talia was satisfied. "That?s much better. Let?s get the shoes on. Take a seat Ryan." Ryan moved to sit down, the dress somehow making him instinctively stand in front of the chair and smooth the dress out behind him. He was immediately struck by the feeling of how different it was to sit down, and be seated, while wearing a dress. He was aware of the dress tightening a little at his waist and of it flowing down over his legs, the right one of which was instantly exposed as the slit in the dress opened up. Lynn knelt before him, a pair of black strappy sandals in hand. Ryan took them in and struggled to comprehend that fact that HE was about to wear them. These very feminine shoes were for HIM to wear. His senses were struggling to take in all that was happening to him this morning. "OK, Ryan, your shoe size is the one thing we did know, so these should fit you no problems." Lynn looked up at Ryan and smiled." There is a 3inch heel on them, but since we assumed you don?t have any experience walking in heels, they are block heels, so they are a little easier to walk in." Ryan?s mind instantly flashed back to his brief encounter with his mum?s high heels, but he decided that did not count as having "experience". He nodded that he understood. He watched as Lynn placed the first sandal on his right foot. The sandal had three straps that lay across his instep, then one more that fastened above his ankle, the chunky heel informing him what a block heel was. The second followed and as Ryan took in this vision he realised that he was shaking. He was now sitting with these two women, his hair in rollers, makeup on, and wearing a dress and ladies sandals. He began to shiver and was briefly in sensory overload. Lynn was first to notice this change in Ryan and was quick to show concern. "Are you OK, Ryan?" "Is there something wrong?" asked Talia. "No, it?s alright. I?m fine." He steadied himself and the shaking began to subside. "What happened there? You were shaking all over," Lynn asked softly. "I don?t know for sure. I think I?ve just had so many new experiences and sensations already this morning, I was overcome by it all a little. I?m fine now. Honest." Talia was concerned. "Are you sure now?" "Yes. I?m sure." "Do you want to carry on? It?s not too late to say this is not for you. Nobody wants you to do anything that you?re not comfortable with." "I know, but I really do want to carry on." Ryan tried to focus on the benefits he hoped modelling would bring to his mum and himself. "I?m one hundred per cent ready to carry. As I said I?m just getting used to some new things." He smiled to reassure the ladies he was "back in the game." "Do you want to stand up and try a little walk in the sandals, Ryan?" asked Lynn "Sure." Ryan rose from the chair and began to circle the little changing room. It was certainly harder than walking in flat soled shoes, the strange feeling of his heels been raised higher than his toes, making him have to adjust his body to compensate for the difference to his balance, but the thickness of the block heel meant that he was able to walk relatively steadily. However Talia was quick to intervene. "Can you stop, please" she said gently but firmly. "Ryan, I know this is all very new to you, and today we will only be taking still pictures, but if you walk correctly it will help get your mind in a place that will allow you to become the person you need to be in front of the camera or maybe, even, the catwalk. It will be a necessary skill to acquire for you to be convincing to those who are looking at you." "Sorry?" "Try walking differently. Hold your shoulders up and back. Walk as if you were on a gymnast?s beam. One foot in front of the other. Let your arms swing loosely by your side. Relax your hands." Lynn chipped in. "The couple of boys who I?ve worked with have come to modeling already possessing, let?s just say, a feminine persona. It was easy for them to show this to the camera and a great help if they moved on to catwalk." Talia carried on. "You definitely have the look, so we?re going to have to work on expressing that. When you are modelling you need to try and think of yourself as female. Don?t be afraid to act femininely. Right now, YOU?RE A GIRL. " It suddenly occurred to Talia that Ryan not only hadn?t seen the complete result of their morning?s work so far, he had never, not once in his lifetime, seen himself as he looked at that moment. "Why don?t you walk over to the mirror and see how you look." "I?ll give it a try." Ryan just couldn?t stop himself thinking of all the new situations he had already encountered this morning and now here was another. Feeling very self conscious, he walked over to the mirror, trying his best to follow Talia?s advice. "Much better," exclaimed Talia. "Not perfect by any means, but much better." Again, trying to avoid direct eye contact till the last moment, he focused his gaze just above the mirror, until he arrived before it. Slowly looking down, he saw his reflection and gasped involuntarily. He stood transfixed, only his eyes moving up and down taking in the vision in front of him, from his roller set hair down to ladylike heels. He had seen his hair and face all to briefly when Dawn did his makeup, barely long enough to fully remember how he looked, but now he was looking at the fully dressed end result. A completely new set of emotions began to wash over him and he had to consciously fight to stop the shaking beginning again. He had a feeling that this person in the mirror was not him. That it could not possibly be him. This was someone else. A beautifully, feminine GIRL. Slowly he managed to gather himself a little and no longer had to fight to stay in control of his body but his mind was still racing. He had had no idea beforehand how he would look, but he had never expected to look so convincingly feminine, let alone pretty. Also the nature of the sweetheart neckline of the dress allowed hints, if only slightly, of the swellings on his chest. What did his appearance at this moment say about the "boy" Ryan. He didn?t know. He was also aware that there was a strange feeling, so vague that he didn?t understand it or know how to express it in words, that he LIKED what he saw. The girls had remained silent as Ryan had taken in his first view of himself in his model role and had seen the looks on his face as he reacted to it. Talia spoke. "I take it you?re happy with your first dress then?" she smiled. "C?mon then, let's allow Dawn to finish your hair and then we can get you in front of the camera. Don?t forget the walk now, Ryan." Ryan and Talia headed back to the hair and makeup station, Ryan making a determined effort to channel his inner "girl" and he was stunned to find the fit of the dress, its movement on his body somehow assisted him with this goal. Dawn who had been sitting in the chair in front of the mirror, became aware of Ryan and Talia heading towards her and rose and turned to watch them approach. A big smile appeared on her face. "WOW! Look at YOU now. You look fantastic. And look at how you are moving. That's not the Ryan who turned up here this morning. I just see a glamorous girl. Sit down and let's get these rollers out, and complete this fabulous transformation." Ryan did as he was told, his mind whirling, trying to cope with the praise of "looking good" and of it seeming as though he was "looking good" enough to at least go in front of a camera, but almost overwhelmed by the knowledge he was "looking good" AS A GIRL! Dawn set about removing the rollers and Ryan found himself, strangely, regretting their removal. How can that be? But then he remembered the sensations he had encountered when Dawn had been roller setting his hair. How he had been very nervous, but had relaxed and finally enjoyed the experience. And how he felt when he first saw the completed set. Despite himself he had enjoyed what he had seen. And now they were being removed. He found himself wondering if this was an experience that would ever happen in his life again. Dawn had been unpinning the rollers one by one, and gently removing them, taking care to unroll them, not pull them out. Surprisingly sad to be seeing and feeling the rollers leave his hair, Ryan began to wonder, also surprisingly, what his hair would look like when Dawn was finished. He was now excited to see his hair in a feminine style and to see it combined with his makeup and dress, and he admitted to himself this was a feeling, sensation, he had not anticipated when he had arrived this morning. Yes, he knew, he was going to be transformed somewhat to help him portray a female persona, but he hadn't anticipated coming to ENJOY the process of the transformation and his eagerness to see the result. Soon the rollers were out and Dawn began using her hands and fingers to run them through his hair. She then told Ryan she was using a hot brush just to set in and emphasize the curls. Ryan sat quietly, avoiding looking directly at the mirror, enjoying the sensation of having the brush roll his hair. Eventually Dawn declared herself satisfied and with a final flourish of a sweet smelling hair spray, told Ryan he could look now. This time, he had no patience. He immediately looked into the mirror and gasped, a reaction that was certainly noted by Dawn and Talia who had now been joined by Lynn. The "look" was complete. Dawn had given Ryan a loosely defined parting just slightly off centre and to the right. His hair tumbled down on both sides of the parting in loose but definite curls that framed his face. Dawn chimed. "Well. Don't you look pretty? Pretty sensational if I say so myself. What d'ya think?" "I'm stunned. You've made me look like "A GIRL". I didn't think I was going to look anything like this." He continued to stare in the mirror. Talia interrupted Ryan's thought. "You know something Ryan, I don't think this will be last time you'll have you hair in rollers, perfect makeup, and a pretty dress on. But there's only one way to find out. Let's get you in front of the camera, and see if we can capture "the girl" in you!" And much to Ryan's surprise, as he walked over towards the area set up for the shoot, he became aware that there seemed to be a part of him that was very comfortable with his feminised self and he wondered if perhaps it had always been there waiting to be released. Something had been awakened in him this morning and he was not sure exactly what. But he already felt he didn't want this to be a one time affair. For the first time he felt desperate to succeed on this shoot. Could he be a boy, but portray femininity to the camera. He was about to find out!