Paul's Story free porn video

Paul's Story Introduction The flight attendant in business class on my flight from JFK New York to Heathrow London announced that we were about to land. I checked and adjusted my hair touched up my lipstick and hitched up my pantyhose at the waist, before smoothing down my skirt, much to the amusement of the man next to me. After landing, I collected my luggage from the overhead locker before disembarking and walking through to passport control. I still love the clicking of my very pointed stiletto heels on the hard flooring. I presented my passport to the officer, who studied it carefully before saying: "This states your sex as male." "That is correct," I reply with a smile. "Forgive me," he says, "but you are a woman." "No," I reply, "I am a fashion model who exclusively models women's clothing, I am just returning from the New York fashion week where I have been working." "Well your passport is in order, but your appearance is remarkable." He hands me back my passport and I smile at him as I collect it, showing my long red painted nail hand. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I suppose it all started when, as a 18 year old boy, I went shopping for a pair of new jeans with my Mother. We tried on pair after pair, but none seemed to fit. Then the girl in this particular department store suggested we try the women's section of jeans. Wow! Problem immediately solved, I fitted perfectly into the girl's jeans. We bought them and went home. By way of background, I live with just my Mother, as my Father was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was only two years old. He was a city highflyer and although he was a big earner, at 23 years of age he had not established a strong life insurance policy. Luckily our four bedroomed house was insured and so my Mother at only 22 years of age inherited the house mortgage free, but little else. This meant that she had to return to work as manager of a hairdresser and beauty salon. Mother devoted her life to me and brought me up with great care and diligence at the expense of her own life. As our age difference is only twenty years, we are more like brother and sister and therefore have a very close relationship. I was just finishing school at 18 and completing my 'A' Level exams with a view to going to university to read Art and Design. As I am now not reliant on Mother, she decided to start her own business in dress design and manufacture. Although she has a good job as the manageress of the salon, there is no hope of promotion as the owner has five salons and unlikely to retire for many years. Mother enrolled in college on a concentrated dress design course and purchased several sewing machines, a tailor's dummy and we set up a studio in the dining room, complete with cutting table. Mother has to complete ten dress designs during the course and soon set to work on her first design. I was busy revising for my exams as Mother was diligently working on her first dress. One evening, when we had both finished working, I joined Mother in the lounge for some chill time, before going to bed and noticed she was looking a bit depressed. She explained that although she could place the garment on the dummy, it did not show her how the garment would move and drape when worn. She asked me if I knew any girl from my college who could come and model the dresses. "Mother, if I get a girl from College, mention the word 'model' and they will want a lot of money, which we cannot afford at present. Hey why don't I do it for you. Remember when we went to buy jeans for me last month, nothing fitted in the menswear department and I eventually found the perfect fit in the ladieswear department. So at least my bottom half is the right shape for your dresses and I am sure we can fix the top half with a padded bra. Nobody will see me, so no embarrassment." Mother considered this and then agreed to give it a try. The following evening, Mother came up with a padded bra and panties for me to try on. She suggested I tuck my male bits away under the panties. I duly did as she suggested and we both agreed I looked OK. She then put the dress on me and asked me to walk around. She kept on correcting me in walking and moving as a girl, no long steps, dainty arm movements. After about half an hour, she was satisfied with my presentation, but felt that a pair of heels was essential to show off the dress correctly. As our shoe size is similar, she gave me a pair of her 3-inch heels to try. I struggled to get them on, and she suggested they might slip on easier if I wore pantyhose. We tried this and I had no problem sliding into the shoes, but I did snag the pantyhose several times whilst I put them on. Mother noticed and said smooth nails were essential when donning pantyhose and gave me an emery board to smooth my nails for future use. Mother warned that I would struggle to walk easily in heels, but in fact, I found it really easy. Finally, Mother agreed, I could be her "Model", but felt I needed more training in walking and moving as a girl. Over the next few days, I smoothed my nails, looked up on the internet how to move as a girl and how to "tuck" and practiced everything wearing the heels Mother had given me until I felt good and confident. So the next time Mother wanted me to model her dress, I stripped, tucked as directed by pushing my testicles up inside me then pulling my male member between my legs and securing with surgical tape then dressed into bra, panties, pantyhose and heels and donned the dress to parade in front of Mother. She was absolutely thrilled at the way I now moved and was able to make adjustments to the dress to improve the way it moved and draped. This soon became a routine as Mother progressed with developing her dress range. I really enjoyed helping Mum and could see how talented she was in both creating the designs and selecting the fabrics for the dresses. Slipping on the pantyhose (now sang free) one day, I happen to glance in the mirror and noticed how scruffy my legs looked with all my leg hair showing through. The following day I shaved my legs before putting on the pantyhose and dressing in Mother's latest creation. My legs looked so much more ladylike and I found it much easier to put on the pantyhose and the feeling was rather pleasant. Of course, Mother noticed, and I explained why I had done this. "I did not realise what stunning legs you have; you would make many girls very jealous," she said. "Clearly I come from good stock," I laughed to her. As the pressure grew to complete the full range of dresses, I was called on most days for a fitting and there was clearly a delay and waste of time whilst I got changed whenever Mother wanted a fitting. As I got home by about four in the afternoon, well before Mother finished at the salon, I suggested, "Why don't I get changed for modelling as soon as I get home, this will save so much of your time." "That's a great idea but are you comfortable being in a dress all evening?" she asked. "Mother, we very rarely get unannounced callers in the evening, so no one will know, except you and me." "OK," she said, "let's give it a try, I will give you a couple of my reject styles to wear and then you will only have to whip one dress off and slip on the model I am working on." The next day when I got home from school, Mother had left two dresses and some new pantyhose in my room. I selected the rather pretty printed dress with full skirt and short sleeves. I changed into the normal underwear and slipped on the dress. I then just did my normal things - preparing our supper, doing my studying, but in a dress and high heels. It did feel a bit weird; I knew how to walk around as a girl, but I realised I had never done any chores or sat down in a dress before. My blond hair I have always worn long and always put it into a ponytail. I decided it would be more fitting to wear the ponytail high on my head in a girly manner rather than the usual arrangement. It seemed to look more natural. Mother found the new arrangement very helpful and said it really improved the speed of preparing new styles, as there was no delay when she needed to see a dress modelled. After a week or so, I really got used to wearing a dress and heels and find it quite natural. Then came a problem. I had just changed, when the doorbell rang, and I opened it to take a delivery of some fabrics for Mother. I signed for them and could not understand why the delivery man looked at me in a strange, somewhat amused manner. It was only when I closed the door, I realised that he had seen a bloke in a dress. I explained all this to Mother when she got home and she said to me, laughingly, "Perhaps if you put some makeup on and developed a girly voice, you could get away with it." I laughed with her for a moment and then hesitated and said, "Why don't we give it a try? Afterall you are a qualified beautician." "Are you serious? I will if you like, if only for the laughs." With that we moved to Mother's bedroom and she sat me at her vanity and spent the next twenty minutes applying I know not what to my whole face, chatting away all the time explaining what she was doing, which meant very little to me. I could not see what was going on as I had my back to the mirror o enable Mother to do the job in comfort. Eventually she stood back and went very quiet. "Is anything the matter Mother?" I asked. Quietly she said, "Turn around and look in the mirror." I turned around to look in the vanity mirror and there, looking back at me was a gorgeous young lady. I was totally taken aback. "Mother, it appears you have a Daughter," I laughed. "Well that solves the problem, you must teach me what you did and I will practice myself until I can do as good a job as you have." "You really don't mind, I mean looking like a girl". "Of course not, in fact I think it is rather fun and I am sure no one will ever suspect that I am a guy in drag, don't you agree?" "I am sure anyone would be certain they are looking at a pretty girl, until she opens her mouth!" "Mother, I will work on that at the same time as I learn to do my own makeup. We spent the rest of the evening taking off and putting on makeup, with Mother explaining and correcting me all the time. Eventually, my perfectionist of a Mother pronounced herself satisfied that I was up to scratch. "Just one thing before we finish," said Mother, "I just want to clear away those few stray hairs to neaten up your eyebrows.," With that she took some tweezers and cleared away the stray hairs, it did not make me look like a sissy, just a guy with neat eyebrows. After that, I felt I was tired and went to bed, but my mind kept turning, so I opened up my laptop and went onto You Tube and found a tutorial for crossdressers to obtain a feminine voice. For another hour, I practiced until I was quite pleased with my girly voice. After that, I slumped down in bed and fell sound asleep. The following day, as soon as I got home from school, I stripped and after putting on bra and panties, I sat in front of Mother's vanity and did my makeup which took me forever as I was determined to make a first class job. Finally satisfied, I put on a dress and heels and looking in Mother's full-length mirror was delighted to see the pretty young lady in front of me. As usual, I then went to make supper for us both, only to discover we were out of milk. My only option was to nip down to the local shop and buy a pint, the question was dare I go considering the way I was dressed. Smiling, I thought it would be fun and see if I could get away without being caught out. So, I grabbed my wallet, strolled down to the shop, breezed in and asked in my best girly voice for the milk. The shop assistant smiled brought me the milk and asked, "Anything else Miss?". "No," I replied smiling and paid for the milk, delighted that that I had totally deceived the assistant. I almost skipped up the road home so pleased that she had really thought I was a girl. When Mother came home, she said "You are looking very pleased with yourself Paula". I explained about my successful jaunt to the village shop without realising that she had feminised my name. From then onwards, as soon as I got home, I changed and very soon became quite proficient at doing my make-up. When it came to Saturday, I started to dress in my usual jeans and sweater but thought it would be fun to go into town and see if I could fool all and sundry into accepting "Paula". So I changed into my girly clothes, put my hair into a high ponytail and borrowing one of Mother's purses caught the bus into town. I went straight to the shopping mall and stopped to have a coffee. Everyone I encountered accepted that I was a girl and I lost my nervousness and started to enjoy doing girly things. I decided to buy my own make-up rather than use Mother's. So, I visited the beauty counter of a big store and selected a complete range of make- up and all the appropriate brushes and sponges. I also bought some pantyhose and a very pretty bra and pantie set. I should explain that I do have a reasonable amount of money from freelance design work I do from time to time. Finally, I went to a charity shop and found a dress that was more my age group style and also a pair of lovely black shoes with a four-inch stiletto heel and ankle strap. It would be several weeks before Mother finished her garment range, so now I was fully equipped to be the house model for Mother. I got home and put away all my purchases and laid out my make-up on my own dressing table, before changing into my newly acquired dress, a full skirted, short sleeved garment in black with white polka dots. I went to Mother's full-length mirror to see the result. I cannot describe how excited I was to see this vision of young female beauty in front of me. I popped on a pair of black pantyhose and slipped into my new black stiletto heels and went off to prepare supper for the two of us. I did not hear Mother come home but was soon greeted with "Hi Paula, I see my Daughter has got a new outfit and she looks so pretty!" "Thanks Mum, I am glad you like it, I thought it was more my age than the lovely garments you make." It was a couple of weeks later that I had just finished preparing for supper when Mum got home. "Your post is on the table," I called. I have kept practising my girly voice and I am now satisfied it will fool anybody. Mother opened her post and then called for me, I topped making supper and went to join he, where she had a letter in her hand. "This is from my design tutor, at the end of our course in three weeks' time, we all have to present our whole range in a fashion show. I have to provide a model to display my range of the ten garments. There is a prize of ?5000.00? to the best judged range and a contract to supply a Spring collection to a store chain. Now where can I find a model with runway experience. Do you know anybody." "Mum let me do it. I finish school on Friday, and I could then be Paula 24/7 until after the show and I am sure I can find runway tuition on You Tube and I can practice on the straight garden path outside. This will save you having to pay a very expensive model." Mum was not sure I would be good enough compared with a professional and she so wanted to win this competition. "I tell you what Mum, give me a week and if you're not satisfied, we will get a professional." "You have a deal Paula!" Mum came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That night I went to my room and sure enough, there on You Tube were plenty of demonstrations of runway modelling. I tried a bit in my room and realised that this was not going to be easy, but I was determined to succeed. When I finished school for the final time on Friday, I came home and changed to Paula. I looked in the mirror and told myself that this is how I was going to dress and look for the next three weeks as I practised modelling. In the evening, I arranged with Mum to have my hair styled to fit in with my model image. The following morning she rang me to say one of her best stylist had had a cancellation and could fit me in that afternoon. I left home shortly afterwards and went into town, where I had my ears pierced and bought several pairs of earrings to where as soon as the piercing had healed up. I then went to a nail salon (I have carefully manicured my nails since Mum told me that rough nails would snag my pantyhose when I dressed) and had my now quite long nails painted. I bought a couple of colours of nail varnish and some varnish remover. I grabbed a quick coffee and sandwich before going to the ladies' room to freshen up. I was really pleased with the more glamorous way I looked and could not wait to see how I would appear after my air was styled. I then made my way to Mum's hair salon, where I was introduced as Paula to Becky the senior stylist. We discussed what style I required and finally settled on a most feminine with a light perm to give body to my hair. I settled into the chair after a shampoo and Becky did her magic, producing a really delightful full-bodied look and so feminine and young in look. Absolutely what I needed to present as a fashion model. Mum was thrilled and agreed this is the ideal look for the fashion show, she also commented on my nails and noticed my pierced ears. She agreed with me that this was in fitting with the desired image I hope to present. I went home and was now able to look in the full-length mirror that was now installed in my bedroom. This really is a very glamorous look. I spent the rest of the day practicing runway walking and by the end of the day I had made some progress, but it certainly was not perfect. I then went to prepare supper and served up to Mum after she got home. After watching some television, I went to bed exhausted from my energetic day. Over the next few days I really concentrated on runway practice as well as perfecting my feminine voice. By the end of the week my ears had perfectly healed, and I was able to change my studs for the lovely long drop earrings I had bought. I also changed my nail varnish and was pleased with how I successfully managed to do the application. My hair is easy to maintain, which is a relief and I am so pleased how elegant my hands look with coloured nails; it seems to extend my slim hands. It was on Saturday morning that I had a blue light moment. As I was sitting at my dressing table in bra, panties and pantyhose and was just starting to apply my make-up I realised that I was not dressing this way to assist my Mum or to demonstrate that I could fool everyone into thinking I was a girl. The real reason was that this is the way I love to present myself - I love applying my make-up, it is like producing an artist painting from a blank canvas. I love wearing a dress, the comfort is so good, the opportunity for different styles is so much more than offered in menswear. My hands are so elegant with bright nail varnish and I love the way my smooth-shaven legs look in pantyhose and heels. I adore my new hairstyle. All in all this is the way I want to live from now on. The problem is, how can I tell Mum and I dread her reaction. Still this can all wait until after the fashion show, so I can revel in being girl for the next couple of weeks. As the days go by there are two things I have noticed, firstly Mum seems to accept me just as her Daughter, not just her Son in girl's clothes, which, of course, delights me. The other is more intriguing. Mum has always dressed well and is very presentable, however, of late, she is really turning it on and looks fabulous every day. Always quality dresses, smart heels, hair immaculate and nails painted. I had to tackle her "Mum - is there something you are not telling me?" I asked. "What do you mean Paula?" she replied. "Well you now always look exceptional, I think there is a man in your life." She laughed "Oh no, not true, the reason is the competition. You always look stunning and I need to keep up and at least match you!!" "Oh! I am both thrilled and relieved, I am excited that we are two glamour girls together and maybe that can be always." To my total relief, Mum did not flinch at my hint of remaining her Daughter. Now I know I am to dress as a girl for the next three weeks and having decided that, in fact, I will continue to dress this way for the foreseeable future, I do not need to compromise my look. So, I shaped my eyebrows to give a real female look, I keep myself permanently "tucked", just changing the surgical tape every day or so. I will let my nails grow longer but keep them manageable. I work hard at runway presentation for the forthcoming fashion show. I regularly demonstrate to Mum on our garden path and she is now very enthusiastic about my presentation. Mother has been working hard and has now completed her collection of dresses. This done, I now practice each style on the garden path "runway," and this really helps in the way I will "walk," each style on the night. The day before the presentation, I went to the hairdressing salon and Becky smartened up my hair and praised me with the way I had maintained it since she first did it. That evening I did a full fashion show for Mum, quickly changing into each of the ten designs. Finally, the big day has arrived, Mum and I pack the car with the ten dresses, I pack my makeup etc. and we drive to the hall where the presentation is taking place. We find our changing area and put the dresses out on our rail, Mum fusses over making sure they are all carefully put on their hangers and not at all creased. All ten models are in the same room which also accesses to the fashion runway. There is a long table where each station has their own mirror and a couple of full- length mirrors all along the room behind our stations. Gradually the other contestants arrive with their models, most clearly have professional models, but a couple have obviously amateurs. I am somewhat nervous but like the others, I strip down to my underwear, I am wearing a padded bra and panty set in white, together with nude pantyhose and black stilettoes. I carefully apply my make-up, somewhat exaggerated and including false eyelashes and somewhat heavier foundation than normal as the show will be very well lit. Nobody gives me a second glance, clearly accepting that I am definitely a girl, much to my relief. I carefully put on the first dress, a full skirted to the knee, short sleeve autumnal print. I check in the full-length mirror and adjust until I am satisfied with how the dress fits. All the other girls are doing the same. I wander round and chat with most of them, just small talk, but it passes the time until the organiser comes in and gives us a schedule of order of appearances. I am listed as fourth out of the ten "entrants". Just before the show starts, we all have a quick peep around the corner of the curtain to see about eighty people packed in the audience, with the five judges right on the front row. Shortly afterwards, the music starts, and the commentator explains whose design comes first and an official signals the model to the runway to present her design. When my turn comes, I concentrate hard on my runway walk and particularly the turn at the end of the runway. I am sure I manage to show off the dress to its best. I am sure I come over as a professional, which is more than you can say of some of the others When finished, I quickly change into dress number two check my make-up and await my next call. The show seems to go very quickly and in no time at all, I am showing my final dress, a beautiful full-length evening dress in bright red. Then the show is over, we all go out and take a final bow to applause from the audience. As there is to be a party after the show, while the judges consider their verdict, I change back into the cocktail dress, which is a simple straight to the knee, long sleeved midnight blue sequinned garment which, although a bit old in style for me, I love to wear this very pretty dress. I join Mum, who is still a bit nervous, especially with the wait for the results. We load the dresses back into the car and I dump in my cosmetics bag before we join the party where I grab Mum a drink to settle her down and we mingle with the others, eating a few canap?s and sipping our drinks. Finally, a call to silence and the results are announced. The winner is Mum! Startled she goes forward and is presented with a cheque for ?5000.00 gives a short address of thanks and is then introduced to the executives of the department store, whose collection she will now do as part of the prize. I join her and give her a big hug and a kiss of congratulations. I then mingle and chat with the other guests. At one point I am approached by a very smart thirty something year old man who asks if I have an agent for my modelling. I explain that I was just helping my Mother out on this project and do not normally do any other modelling. He gives me his business card and asks me to ring him on Monday as he would like a chat with me. I thank him and slip his card into my purse and spend the rest of the evening chatting and generally enjoying myself. Mum and I return home very late and unload the car before going to bed exhausted. I m almost too tired to take off my makeup before undressing. I wake the following morning late, enjoy a long soaking bath before starting to get dressed. I am very nervous concerning what I am about to do. I put on bra and panties after replacing the surgical tape on my bit of manhood. I dress in black pantyhose with my polka dot dress and black heels. I carefully prepare my hair before applying my make-up. I keep it fairly simple for daytime, but I am still pleased how natural and feminine I look. I can hear Mother moving about downstairs, so I know she is up. I go downstairs to join her with some trepidation. When she sees me, she exclaims, "Why have you got a dress on? Have you forgotten the show is now over and we can return to a normal life?" "Mum, can we sit down in the lounge and have a chat?" "Why of course," she says with puzzlement and we go and sit in the lounge. "Mum, I don't know quite how to explain this, but here goes. When I started out helping you by modelling your dress designs, I found it really fun and when we extended it to wearing makeup and I found I could fool anyone into thinking I was a girl, I fund it really exciting to achieve this deception. But gradually I came to feel that dressing this way was my preference. I found myself thinking like a girl and wondering what styles of clothes, makeup and hairstyles would suit Paula with Paul not in sight. Finally I have decided that Paul is no more and Paula is me." Mum was quite for a time and then she slowly started to smile. "Actually, I half suspected this over the last few weeks, when I could see how very happy you had become and how you were immersing yourself in your femininity. I love what you have said. I am delighted to have a 'Daughter' and look forward to doing loads of girly things together." With that she came over to me and gave me a long hug and a kiss, I am so relieved. With that we spent the morning chatting about all the things we will be doing together. I am really excited. "We will empty your wardrobe of all your menswear tomorrow and then go shopping to improve your wardrobe." Then I remembered the man who had given me his business card last night. "Oh! Mum I can't. Last night a man asked if I had an agent representing me as a model. When I explained that I was only doing this to assist you and that I was not a professional, he expressed surprise as I was so good and asked me to make an appointment to see him on Monday. I will go and get his card." I then went and collected the card from my bedroom. "His name is Barry White and the agency is Hurricane Models." "Wow!" said Mum. "They are the number one agency in the fashion world. If you get on their books you are made. Do you want to do it?" "I don't see why not, after all, I was intending to find a holiday job. Anyway, they have not yet offered me a job, let's see how it goes on Monday." Monday came and I telephoned and arranged to see Barry White in the afternoon. I caught the train a lunchtime and arrived in plenty of time for our meeting. I wore my polka dot dress again with black pantyhose and black stilettoes. My makeup is bright but not overdone. I have redone my nails in bright red with matching lipstick, just a hint of grey eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner. I ask for Mr. White at reception and am quickly shown through to his office. After greeting me and offering me a soft drink, he asks about the modelling I have done. "Before I start, Mr. White, I have to tell you that I am an eighteen year old man and this dressing just started to assist Mum in preparing her garment range that you saw at the fashion show on Saturday last." To my surprise, he did not flinch. "I have to tell you Paula, there are several similar models on the circuit, in fact they are rather popular with clients." Mr. White explained in detail how the agency operated with clients not only in the UK, but throughout the world. He then explained how they worked with their contracted models and how they were paid a percentage of the fees charged to clients. He said that if I was signed up with them, I would undergo training in all aspects of modelling from catwalk to glamour photo sessions. I was then introduced to a number of the staff with various specialities who together interviewed me asking many different and varied questions. After this Mr. White thanked me for attending the interview and informed me he would have a discussion with his staff and would email me to inform me of their decision to offer me a contract or not. The following day Hurricane Models emailed me with an offer of contract. If agreeable, please sign and return and they would then call me in to prepare a portfolio to be added to their website as well as marketing me to their Clients. Mum and I went through the contract and agreed that I should sign it and submit. I was called in a couple of days later and spent a hectic day preparing my portfolio. A make-up artist and hairdresser prepared me for the photo session. The results of their handywork were fantastic and I looked stunning and the most feminine I have ever been. Both these artists gave me loads of tips for make-up and hair. The photo session covered all styles from daywear to eveningwear with an immense range of garments the Agency held in stock. When they had finished, I was given a beautiful dress, by way of thanks. This was a printed short sleeve scoop necked garment, fitted waist and mid-calf flared skirt. I changed into the garment and went home. When I got home, Mother met me, eager to know how I had got on. She took one look at me and I thought she would burst into tears. "You have taken my breath away! You look absolutely fantastic, so glamorous, so elegant and feminine. Your hair, your makeup, the beautiful dress. Wow!!" "Mum, I love the advice and assistance that I have been given today by Hurricane - come and look at the portfolio they have put on line for me." I showed Mum the portfolio and she was overwhelmed. We need to wait and see if there is any reaction. I did not have to wait long. First some in house modelling, then minor catwalk events followed by high profile fashion shows. Within six months, I was turning away more work than I could handle. High financial fees were rolling in and I was enjoying a highly exciting role travelling the world from fashion show after fashion show. Now I reflect on my life today. I permanently dress in my female role; in fact, I do not even think about it. This is who I am, and I love it. Ona typical day, I will get up, shower, shampoo my long wavy hair, dry myself and start to dress with bra (yes, I now regularly wear a support bra) and panties. I then sit at my dressing table and apply full make up, set my hair and then go to my walk in wardrobe and select an outfit to go along with my day's activity. Perhaps a smart suit, maybe a day dress and with it pantyhose and heels, always heels. I love the feeling of all these garments and relish my lifestyle and occupation. May it last forever.