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Bobbi's Story 6 One, Two, Three, Kick!
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sphincter. Slowly Peter worked his cock all the way into me. I was
spread almost to my limit by the thickness of it, but that only made
it feel all the better. He drilled that big cock of his in and out of me
in a slow but sensuous manner, and our bellies robbing together om
my own penis added to the pleasure.
Then I felt Peter buck hard against me, and plunge his cock
all the way up my ass. My penis too matched each thrust with a
twitch of its own. A spreading, liquid warmth grew inside of me, and
another wetness appeared on my stomach as we both came together
in a shuddering mutual orgasm. Peter pressed his cock into me while
the climax subsided, and then collapsed with me pinned to the bed
beneath him as we caught our breath. That was just where I wanted
to be.
Peter rolled off of me, and lay back on the bed. I hugged him,
and said, "I hope you're staying the night." He nodded, and I said,
"I don't have any night clothes for you, but I have a nightie I want to
wear." "That's fine," he said. "I usually sleep nude anyway." That
was just fine with me too.
I arose, and went to the bathroom to clean up, and returned with
a warm washcloth to do the same for Peter. I got out my new blue
lace nightie. It was the same one that I had been admiring when I
met Alan. I had gone back to buy it a few days later, and I wanted
to wear it for Peter. I modeled it for his appreciative gaze before I
lay back down next to him.
"Peter," I asked as I lay in his arms, "why did you wait so long
before you kissed me tonight?" "Well, doll," he replied, "this was our
first real date, and I wanted you to know that you could be as coy
as any girl with me that way. A girl doesn't have to get sexual with
a man right away. She teases him along as he works at seducing her.
I wanted you to have that on your first real date, and it was more
fun that way for me too."
I kissed him for the pure joy of doing it, and to thank him for the
lesson he had taught me. I liked being seduced his way. I felt just
like the woman I was in his arms, and I loved him all the more for it.
We fell asleep with me cuddled close to him that way. I wanted to
be like this with him often. Peter was just what the doctor ordered!
9 Stone Walls do not a Prison Make
Peter left for home just before noon on Sunday. We had made love
another time when we awoke. I just could not get enough of being
in his arms. Making breakfast for us was fun too. It was sort of like
playing house. I started dreaming of what it might be like to be doing
it every morning, and wondered if I would like being a housewife. I
decided that I would as long as Peter was my husband.
It was raining that afternoon, so I just stayed home to putter
around the house. Margo got home late in the day with a wild story
about romping in the nude around the pool at Uncle Charlie's place,
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and giving his chauffeur a blow-job on a deck chair while Carol had
Uncle Charlie tied to the diving board, and was clamping clothespins
to his cock and balls. "You should come with us sometime," she
suggested, but I politely declined the honor. I preferred the way I
had spent my weekend.
Margo did not go to "The Gilded Grape" that night. She said
that she was too tired from her weekend, and wanted to give her
body a rest. That did not, however, stop her from working of her
nightly drunk by drinking beer and a few shots of whiskey while we
watched television.
It was getting so that Margo could not function without a drink.
We had almost missed the last rent payment because she had all but
run out of money from buying alcohol. If I could have moved out I
probably would have, but I felt sort of obligated to staying with her
until I had a really good reason, and I did not know where else to go.
I could not afford as nice an apartment as we had on just my salary.
I needed something major to happen to break things loose. I went
to bed early, partially to get away from Margo, but mostly to get a
good night's sleep. I had an appointment with the photographer in
the morning.
I arrived on time for my photo session at Tom's studio. The
girl at the reception desk told me how to get to Tom's office, and
I knocked at the door. His big, friendly voice boomed out, "Come
in!," from inside, and I entered. The office was a lot neater than
I had expected. All the decor was very trendy and modern in the
style that was called "Mod" at the time. The walls were, of course,
covered with photographs along with a number of awards that he or
the studio had won.
Tom was sitting behind a big, wooden desk talking on the tele-
phone. He was leaning back in the chair with his feet up on the desk
gesturing with the pipe in his right hand as he talked. He waved to
me with the pipe as I came in, and used it to point to a big, uphol-
stered chair at the front of his desk. I took a seat to wait for him to
finish his conversation.
"Glad you could make it," Tom said when he hung up the phone.
"You're the first one that we called in. Did you bring your papers?"
I took out the forms that he had given me in the envelope at the
audition, and passed them across the desk to him. "I think that
you'll find them all in order," I said in a playfully businesslike tone
as he took them. "Good," he replied. "All we need to do now is get
your signature on a model's release." "What's that?," I asked.
Tom reached into a desk drawer, and brought out another form.
"This," he said, "is a Model's Release. We can't use any photographs
of you for any purpose unless we have one on file. By signing it, you
give the studio the right to sell photos of you as long as you have
been compensated for the session during which they were taken."
This was still a little new to me, so I asked, "Why do you need it? I
thought that all you did was take the picture, and use it."
"Not quite," Tom replied. "You see you have a right to privacy
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under the law. If someone takes your picture, and sells it without
your written permission, that is an invasion of privacy. The only
exception to that is if you are a public figure, or are involved in
a news event. The Model's Release is your written permission for
the studio to use your pictures for any purpose as long as it does
not defame your character, and we have paid you in some way for
posing. Okay?"
It seemed all right, but I still asked, "What do you mean by any
purpose?" "Well," said Tom, "let's say that we did the coat layouts.
We could also use some of those shots for our own advertising. If
we did a portfolio for you gratis, we could use the pictures as stock
shots for other things. It's really to your advantage. It lets us get
your pictures around, and that could mean more work and money
for you."
I signed the form. "Good," said Tom. "Now you're officially a
model. Welcome to the studio! Are you ready to get started?" He
did not have to ask. "Yes," I replied. "What happens next?"
"What happens next," said Tom, "is for us to get you in front of
a lens. I have a deal for you. As a model or a dancer, you're going to
need a portfolio to show. The test shots we want to do could be the
basis for that. We'll do a full portfolio for you today if you'll allow us
to sell the shots as stock photos, and do some cross-dress cheesecake
and soft core stuff of you. Your fee for today will be the portfolio, so
you get no royalties for the shots if we sell them. We usually charge
two-hundred and fifty dollars for a portfolio session like this, so you
aren't being cheated." The deal sounded all right, so I agreed.
"Okay," said Tom, "then it's time to meet your photographer."
"Aren't you going to take them?," I asked. "No," Tom replied with
a laugh. "I run things now. I only do a few special assignments
any more. I've got eight photographers working for me. You'll like
the one you're working with." Tom picked up the phone, dialed an
extension, and said, "Ray?... Can you step into the office?" There
was a short pause, and Tom hung up the phone saying, "Ray's one
of my best people. He just does fashion and cheesecake, so you'll
probably be working a lot with him."
A moment later there was a knock at the door, and Tom called
out, "Come in!" The door opened, and in came Ray. He was about
six feet tall with thinning, blonde hair, and looked to be in his mid-
thirties. Tom introduced us, and Ray said, "Okay, let's get started."
He led the way down the hall, and into a big loft room that was set
up as a photo studio. The walls were mostly bare brick, but one
corner had a strange sort of two level structure built in it. "That's
the dressing room," Ray said pointing to the structure. "Put your
stuff in the first floor, and straighten your make-up. My office is the
top level. The make-up girl should be in to help you in a minute." I
went in, but there was someone in there already.
"Hi," said a woman in her late twenties who appeared to be wait-
ing for me in the dressing room. "My name's Wendy. I do the
make-up for Ray. You must be Bobbi. You sure don't look like any
TV that I know. I think you'll do well here." I did not expect her
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to know that I was not all the woman I could be yet, so I asked,
"How did you know?" Wendy giggled, and said, "Ray told me. It's
part of the assignment for us to know, but we won't tell anyone. I
understand you're going to be doing mostly Straight stuff, so you'll
just have to trust me with your secret. Now, shall we get to work?"
I sat in the make-up chair, and Wendy put a make-up bib on me.
"Ray wants to do some shots of you in your street clothes first, and
then we'll change into some costumes," she said as she worked on my
make-up. "Don't be nervous. Ray comes off as being short and gruff,
but he's easy to work with if you just follow his direction. All the
girls like working with him." I was a little nervous, but Wendy had
a very calming effect on me for some reason. We talked a little more
while she worked on me. She had started out as a model herself, but
wound up doing make-up here. She said she still did a little modeling
too, but only as a fill in for stock photos. When she was finished she
said, "There! Now let's take some pictures!"
Ray did not say much at all as he started his work, and let Wendy
set up the shots. The first part of the session was simple things. We
did some portraits from one or two shots of just my face through
some head and shoulders poses, and ended up with some head-to-
toe shots. Ray called them "mug shots" in a more jargonlike than
cynical way. He said that all models needed them. They were the
basis of any good port- folio.
"Okay," said Ray at last. "Let's get down to some business here.
Let me see how you can work that dress you're wearing." Wendy
cleared away the table and chair we had been using as props. Ray
had been working with a large format portrait camera, but now he
picked up a 35MM. He took a picture of me, and said, "Don't just
stand there. Move around! Let me see you move!"
I was not sure what to do. I had never done this before, but I
had to do something. I decided to try some of the dance moves that
I had learned. I started slow, but it seemed to be what Ray wanted.
"That's it," he called, "That's the way... More swing in the hips...
Work the skirt... Shake your hair... That's it!" I kept it up, and got
a little more suggestive with my moves. Ray liked that too, and kept
calling encouragement. Then I pulled up my skirt, and gave him a
few cheesecake poses that showed my garters and panties. Ray threw
himself into that too getting down low to get some shots up my skirt.
"That was good," Ray said. "Let's get a dance costume on her,
Wendy. I've got to change film. Then we'll get to other things."
Wendy and I went back into the dressing room. I was starting to
have fun.
Once in the dressing room, Wendy said, "Now, one of the next
lessons that you've got to learn is not to keep the photographer wait-
ing. That means that you have to learn how to change costumes
quickly. Take off your clothes." I wanted to be a good model, so
I stripped down to my bra and panties as fast as I could. Wendy
was arranging things on the make-up table, but I could see that she
was also watching me closely. "It's remarkable," she said when I was
down to just my underwear. "I know that your a TV, but I still can't
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see anything that might give it away. Well, the panties are fine, but
the bra won't work under the dance costume that we have. You'll
have to take that off too."
The costume was a dance leotard with some sequins to make it
sparkle. It was a light green color, and had a removeable, wrap
around skirt that would come to just above my knees. Wendy also
gave me a pair of black fishnet tights. "The costume has a built in
bra," she said, "but we'll have to fill it out with something. You
don't have as much up top as most girls." We giggled at this, and
then I added, "Not yet, anyway." Wendy questioned what I meant
by that, so I told her a little about my plans for surgery, and the
hormone treatments that I had started. She seemed very interested
saying, "I've never even known a TV before, let alone worked with
one. I was a bit unsure when I took this assignment, but it sounded
interesting. I'm glad I did now. I think I like you."
I felt a lot more comfortable too after she had said that. I was
beginning to like Wendy too, and it was good to know that she felt
the same way. People react to transvestites and transexuals in a
lot of different ways, and not always in a positive manner. I have
always been somewhat self-conscious of this. A bad reaction could
have disastrous consequences sometimes. I was glad that nothing
like that would happen here.
It did not take long to get me in the costume with Wendy's help,
and I was back in the chair getting my make-up adjusted. The shades
of blue that I had been wearing on my eyes had to be replaced with
greens to match the costume. "Green is really your color," Wendy
said as she worked. "It goes well with your hair, but have you ever
thought of making your hair a little more red?" My own hair was
long enough now that I did not need a wig, but the wigs I had were
all a little more red than my natural color. "How would I do that?,"
I asked. "Oh, just a simple henna rinse should do it," she replied. "I
can show you later if you like. I'm going to be working on the coat
assignment with you, and we thought that we could use a redhead
in the group, so I told Tom I would ask you. What do you think?" I
liked the idea, so I agreed. "Then we'll do it later," she said finishing
my make-up. "Now let's take some more pictures."
Ray was fiddling with the lighting when we emerged from the
dressing room. "You two sure took your time in there," he said.
"Bobbi, you say you're a dancer, so that's what I want you to do.
Just get out there and dance. We have some music to go with it,
and all I want you to do is go with the music. You can make it as
classical or as sexy as you like. Ready?" I told him I was, and Wendy
started the music.
I started to move to the rock beat, and Ray called out, "Just
ignore me, and concentrate on the music." I did that, and just enjoyed
letting myself go. I used every move that Tina and Toni had taught
me, and tossed in a few of my own. I did high kicks and shimmies,
and stripped off the skirt to crawl on the floor tossing my hair about.
It got very sexy and suggestive in some parts, but that is what Ray
wanted from me. I gave it all I had. All of it was punctuated with
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the flashes of the strobes, and Ray's frequent calls of encouragement.
I really was having fun.
"Okay, Bobbi," Ray said as the music died after about half an
hour of work. "Take a rest, and sit over here." We went over to
a prop sofa off to one side of the studio, and I plopped on it, glad
for the chance to take a break. "It's about eleven-thirty," Ray said.
"Let's take lunch now, and we can talk." Wendy went to get some
food from the deli order that the studio had delivered every day, and
I was alone with Ray.
He lit a cigarette, and I refused his offer of one. Then he ex-
plained, "Tom told you that we want to do a sexy cross-dress layout
of you. After lunch we're going to do a couple of coats first, and then
I want to try something else. Since you're a dancer, I want you to
do a striptease. I'll have a movie camera running, so there'll be no
strobes, but I will be doing some stills while you dance. This will
be sound, so other than the music we all have to be careful of noise.
Have you ever done a striptease before?"
I told him I had once, remembering the one I had done in the
G.G.Girls dressing room, and he said, "Good, but I want you nude
at the end, and I need your cock to show when you're finished. Then
we'll do some lingerie and nudes. Can you do that?" I did not like
to show my penis, but it was part of the deal I had made with Tom.
I agreed as Wendy returned with the food.
I just had a small salad for lunch. The camera adds a few pounds
to anybody's apparent weight through optical distortions, and it
would not be an asset to have my tummy bulging with food while we
worked this afternoon. We talked a bit about the striptease routine
and the other shots we would do while we ate. Wendy played some
of the music for the dance, so I would have some idea of what I had
to work with.
Wendy and I went back to the dressing room after lunch. I took
off the dance costume, and was standing there in just my panties
when Wendy asked, "Where do you hide your cock?" I noticed that
she had been staring at my crotch, so I sort of knew that she was
curious about it. "It's tucked back between my legs," I answered.
"Could I see it?," she asked. "I know that you're going to show it
as part of this after- noon's session, but I would rather have seen it
here first. Is that possible?" I nodded.
I put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and slid them
down off my legs. I spread my thighs a bit, reaching between them
to pull my little penis out into Wendy's view. She stared at it for a
moment, and then reached out to gently pet it with her fingers. It
twitched at her touch, but she stroked it again. Then she withdrew
her hand saying, "Thank you. I've never worked with a transvestite
before, and I just had to see it before we did the nudes. Are you
going to have a sex change?"
Her touch and her questions were all so very innocent that I could
not be offended in any way. Her manner in them was almost childlike.
"Yes," I said, "I am going to have a sex change, but it is really more
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like making me the sex I should always have been. These male organs
are a prison for me. Stone walls do not a prison make. Emotions
can imprison us more securely than any concrete and steel. I want
to be released from my prison." Wendy looked at me strangely with
almost a tear in her eye. "Let me help if I can," she said. "All I
know about is make-up and beauty, but that could help. Let me be
your friend."
Wendy and I embraced, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek.
There was nothing at all sexual in it. It was just the way two women
shared their emotions together as friends. I was being admitted a
little further into the sisterhood that women shared, and that was
where I wanted to be. Wendy and I became good friends as well
as co-workers. That helped a lot as things went on in my modeling
career.
"Time for a new costume," Wendy said. "I'd like you to get
into just your bra and panties for the coats. We don't need a dress
under them for these shots. Then we'll get you into the striptease
gear." I put on my underwear again while Wendy stepped outside
for a second, and I heard her moving some things around. She called
me to come outside, and I found that she had moved a rail of coats
behind a changing screen just outside of the door.
"Put on a coat," she said, "and walk out there and model it as
if you were working to an audience. Just pretend Ray isn't there." I
did as she asked, and Ray snapped pictures all the way through it.
Then it was another coat, one after the other until all nine on the rail
had been done. "Take ten!," Ray said after the last coat, signaling a
very welcome period of rest, or so I thought.
"Take off your clothes," Wendy said when I got back into the
dressing room expecting to rest for a few minutes. "But, Ray said..."
I started, but Wendy cut me off, saying, "Never mind that. Photog-
raphers only have to change film. The can afford ten minutes for a
smoke. We have to change clothes and make-up. They get to work
now! Strip!"
In seconds I was nude, and sitting in the make-up chair so that
Wendy could remove all of my powder and paint. Then she handed
me a shimmering, silver lame' g-string and pasties. It was not easy
to get the g-string into a position to secure my little penis in its tuck,
but I got it there. Next was a red jersey bikini panty with string ties
at the hips, and a red jersey bra that was really just a pair of falsies
covered in fabric, and connected with elastic straps. Over that went
a black lace garter-belt with sheer stockings, and a black lace full-slip
with breakaway seams. The top layer was a pink sequined dress with
a low cut neckline, and a skirt that was slightly flared. The shoes
also glittered with pink sequins.
The make-up that Wendy had chosen was also a series of shades
of pink, but with ruby red lipstick for my lips. "Pink is another good
color for you," she said as she worked on me. "It goes with your hair
almost as well as the green." It did not take too much time to get
me changed and made-up again, and soon I was ready to do my first
theatrical style striptease which was also my first striptease in front
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of a camera.
"When you go out there," Wendy said giving me my stage direc-
tions, "go to the middle of the set, and pose. I'll slate the scene, and
start the movie camera. When Ray calls for 'action' just go with the
music, and do your strip. Don't get off the set, though, until Ray
calls 'cut'. I'll have a robe out there for you, but you'll stay nude
under it out there for the next break. We'll do lingerie and nudes
after the striptease, so there'll be no need to come back in here."
The set was bathed in bright theatrical lights when I stepped out
of the dressing room. I went to center stage, and struck a dancer's
pose with my hands on my hips, and my back arched slightly to hold
my head high. I hear Wendy announce the scene over the soft whirr
of the movie camera, and the snap of the slate followed by Ray's call
of, "ACTION!" The music started, and I began to dance.
A properly done striptease means that you remove one article
or layer of clothing for each song that it part of the music. There
were six musical numbers on the tape which set the pace for my
movements, and that meant almost half an hour of dancing for me.
In the first number I danced in the dress lifting the skirt to show my
garters before stripping it off at the end. The second number had
me give a sharp tug at the bodice of the slip about half way through
to break the temporary stitches at the seams, so it could just fall off
me. The third number was a lot of high-kicks and leg flashes as I lost
my stockings and garter-belt. Then at the end of the fourth number,
I pulled the string ties on the bra and panties of the red jersey bikini,
and struck a flamboyant pose in just the pasties and g-string to wait
for the next piece of music to begin.
The next and fifth number was a hard driving bit of jazz with lots
of brass, drums, and bass in the classic tradition of the striptease. I
let things get really hot in this one, bumping and grinding for all I
was worth. I could not see or hear Ray or Wendy for all of the lights
and music, so I lost all touch with them. I was alone in a cloud of
light on a sea of music, and I let the waves of both crash over me.
My movements went beyond the simple suggestiveness of a
striptease, and became downright lewd and pornographic. There
were two tiny stings at my nipples when I pulled off the pasties
about half way through the number, but I danced on in just a silver
lame' g-string. At last I turned my back to the camera at the end
of the number to strip off the g-string, and await the sixth and final
number with my naked bottom facing the lens.
More brass and bass filled the air, and I turned to face the cam-
era. My little penis was still in its tuck, so all that appeared at my
crotch was a bit of feminine looking pubic hair. I danced that way
for about thirty seconds, and then flexed my thighs to pop my lit-
tle penis out into the light for all to see. It was sort of semi-hard
from the excitement of doing this striptease, so it stuck out from
my body just a bit. I swear that I heard either Ray or Wendy gasp
when it appeared. I was into the dance completely by then, and just
kept going. Ray and Tom had wanted a pornographic, transvestite
striptease, so that is exactly what I gave them!
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The last notes of the last song died away, and I held my last pose.
I was totally naked and exposed under the lights and before the lens.
I could hear Ray's camera clicking away a last few shots before he
called, "CUT!," and I heard the movie camera stop. Ray shut down
the lights as Wendy came over to put a red nylon robe around me.
"Take a break," said Ray, and we all went over to the prop sofa in
the corner for a much needed rest. I was still having fun, but getting
tired.
I guess that my performance was the sort of thing that the studio
had wanted, for I could see at least a small bulge at the crotch of
Ray's pants when he sat down. "That was quite a show, Bobbi," Ray
said as he lit a cigarette. "I've worked with cross-dressers before,
but none quite like you. I think you'll do very well here. You can
do Straight stuff as well as any woman I know, and if your lingerie
and nudes are anything like that striptease... Well, let's just say that
I enjoy working with you." It was nice to know I could turn on a
Straight guy too!
The work with the lingerie and the nudes that we did were all
pretty tame by comparison to my porno debut as a striptease dancer.
We had three nighties to do, and we handled them the same as the
coats. I would put each one on, and do a sort of runway walk through
the studio while Ray snapped pictures from various angles. We did
a few sexy poses with them, but I had expended a lot of energy on
the striptease, so I needed to work back up to things.
Next was a red bra, panty, and garter-belt set. It was lace, and
Wendy helped me pad out the bra cups so that it looked like I had a
lot more than I did, but in a way that would not let the camera see
the falsies. I went right into the sexy poses this time. The sofa had
been moved onto the set as a prop at my request, and I used it to lie
on while I writhed around to show off all the sexuality I could. I also
decided to give the studio a little more to add to its now growing
pornography collection of me.
As I lay on the sofa with my legs spread, I pulled the crotch of
the panty aside, and let my little penis slip out. "Great!," shouted
Ray. "Hold that!" He meant to stay in that pose for a moment while
he got a couple of shots, but I decided to be a bit evil, and take him
more literally. I took hold of my little penis, and worked it with my
hand until it got hard. Then I did a few more poses with it sticking
out for all to see. I did not really like showing my penis this way, but
it was part of the deal I had made with the studio. I also thought
that the pictures might be of some interest to look back on after I
had my penis removed.
Whatever would happen with the photos, the session was hav-
ing quite an effect on my co-workers. Ray had gotten a thrill from
my striptease, and when the lingerie and penis pictures were done, I
could see the nipples on Wendy's breasts pressing through the mate-
rial of her blouse. I had managed to turn everybody, including me,
on, and I liked that. I have always enjoyed being a tease.
"Okay, girls," announced Ray when his film ran out after the
lingerie pictures, "that's a wrap! It's three-thirty, and I have to
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get all this film ready for the lab. Besides, if our new model gets
it any hotter in here, my lenses are going to melt!" Wendy and I
started back toward the dressing room as Ray added, "Come back
next Monday at 10:00AM, Bobbi. We can look over all the shots
together then after the lab is done with them, and I'll help you pick
out a portfolio." I told him I would, and followed Wendy into the
dressing room. I was a real model now.
I took off the lingerie in the dressing room, and sat in the make-
up chair. I was nude, but that hardly seemed to matter now. Wendy
took a seat in the big chair in the corner, and said, "Well, Bobbi,
we're almost done for today. We just have to hang up that last outfit,
and get you and me presentable for the street again. Only I'm too
tired to do it yet." She stretched to relieve some of the fatigue, and
said, "You're quite a turn-on when you want to be. You even got me
going at the end, and Ray was really into that striptease of yours.
You probably couldn't see for the lights, but a couple of times he was
so into watching you that he forgot to take pictures! Just keep it on
the set, though, honey. Ray is all mine outside of the studio."
Wendy added a sort of giggle to this by way of saying that she
was not angry, but her message came through all the same. We
could be close friends, but do not mess with her man! That was
another part of the sisterhood of women. No matter how close I
would get to another woman, there were still some things that would
not be tolerated. The signals were getting clearer now. I was really
becoming a woman, but I still would need a catalyst to start me on
the last part of the journey. That catalyst would come all too soon.
"Could we try that henna rinse another time?," Wendy asked.
"I'd like to do it for you now, so you can get used to it, but I just
don't feel up to it." I was beat too. I was absolutely exhausted! This
had been a very long day for me. If I thought that I worked hard
as a stockboy, I had another think coming. I had never pictured a
model's job as being this much work. I thought all you did was dress
up nice, and smile pretty. This was work!
There was a small shower stall as part of the toilet room that
was connected to the dressing room, and Wendy let me use it first.
When I came out, she was waiting in just a robe. It sort of made
me conscious of my own nudity. I was just openly cavorting about
in the nude. It would not have mattered to me if Wendy had done
the same, but she had the modesty to cover up. "I guess I should
have a robe too," I said with a blush rising in my cheeks. "Well...,"
replied Wendy. "After the type of session we just did there really isn't
anything between us to hide, but you should get used to wearing one
around the set most of the time. There are a lot of eyes around, and
once they get a look, some of them think they're entitled to more.
Save yourself a lot of trouble, and stay covered except when you're
in front of a lens."
I got back into my lingerie while Wendy was in the shower. She
came out with a sort of nervous look on her face. She looked at
me strangely for a long moment, and then said, "Okay, girlfriend.
We only have one dressing room here, so remember that we're both
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