Sunday, March 1
Mom sent me a link to the photos Keith took at Martha's last week. Call me a narcissist, but I spent a LOT of time looking at myself. I realized I had been pretty happy to just "fit in" in wearing school uniforms and flannel jammies, but maybe I kinda liked the way I looked modeling. Don't get me wrong -- I still WANT BOOBIES!!! As soon as I see Dr. Strange again (next week, I think), that's going to be question numero uno. Anyway, maybe I needed to think more "girlie" in my fashion choices.
Mom was massively pre-occupied all week. Apparently, there is some kind of virus migrating from Asia, and she had been unloading stocks in her client's accounts and her accounts. On Tuesday after school, Mom grabbed me, and we went grocery shopping. This was a little weird, because usually she handles this in the morning while I'm at school. She says grocery and household shopping is kinda her `zen' thing, but today she said she needed an extra set of hands. We went to Costco and loaded down on some simple staples -- ya know, rice, beans, spices... Mom called them "shelf stable" foods that would limit the number of times we'd have to visit Costco in the near future. Then we went to our regular grocery store and loaded up on toilet paper, paper towels and feminine hygiene stuff (even Becky's tampons, which is weird because she's not even here but Mom bought like a couple of years worth and yeah I knew the difference between Becky's and Mom's cuz you don't share a bathroom with a sister for 15 years without knowing stuff). Also lots and lots of basic medicine (you know, Tylenol and vitamins) and some filters for our Britta water thingie but not a years worth cuz mom said there was a lot of stuff we could get delivered from Amazon. It was like we were becoming hoarders or preppers or something like that. Mom said there was some stuff she liked to get personally (yeah, toilet paper) and some stuff she'd trust Amazon to send. She said something about "supply chain disruptions" so wanted to have some backups in the basement. It was all like over my head, but what the heck.
Carlos had been absent from school Monday. I saw him Tuesday at lunch and asked him if he was OK, and he said yeah, but that his parents were kinda freaking out about this thing from China. I said my Mom too. He said that his parents got his great grandfather out of a nursing home nearby this weekend and moved him into the spare bedroom in their house for an extended visit. Carlos said he had to stay home Monday and help his dad get everything ready. I told Carlos how my mom was dumping stocks out of her account and her clients and putting all the money in cash, like there was some kind of scary economic crisis.
Carlos just thought for a moment, and said, "Do you think some kinda shit is about to happen?"
"I do now. I didn't much before, because my Mom can be paranoid sometimes. It's a holdover from losing Dad. But now that you tell me about your family, I want to ask around and see if anyone else is getting the same vibes."
We just sat there quietly together for a while. He reached over and squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. I never really noticed how big his hands were. Well, maybe when they came in contact with my bottom....
After a while, Carlos said, "Sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
"Huh? What ever do you mean? You're my boyfriend, and I think about us all the time." There. I said it. That may have been the first time I used the word "boyfriend" out loud.
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, same here. But, like last weekend, when I came over, I REALLY enjoyed you under the blanket, but I never can do anything to reciprocate."
"Sweetie, I get an ENORMOUS amount of pleasure out of our contact. Yeah, it's different, but maybe even more intense and certainly more long lasting. You cum in about 10 seconds, but when you're `doing' me, I'm in a zone for nearly the whole adventure."
"Well, I don't just enjoy it when I cum. I mean, you're very warm and the whole experience is exciting, but yeah, for guys, it's that ending that grabs our attention."
I smiled at that. "I love getting you to that ending. Last weekend, you were pretty quick to get there."
"I've been under a LOT of stress. Junior year means a huge amount for getting into college. My parents have a lot of legacy ideas in their heads, and..."
"Yeah, my Mom, too, although I'm probably not following in my Dad's footsteps..."
"Navy?"
"Yeah, I don't quite see that," and I had to chuckle. "But her friends and family have a lot of roots around here, as do my Dad's family. Plus, I need to think about schools that would be trans-friendly."
We just sat some more. Then I said, "You know, I could use another trip to the golf course."
"Yeah, it's like 90% shut down for the season. We'd stick out like sore thumbs. Is your Mom home all weekend?"
"Yeah, she's like glued to her computer right now, `cept when she's reorganizing the pantry like some crazed trad-wife."
"Lemme give it some thought. Maybe we can go over to the University. I've got a friend with a one-person dorm room. He's in grad school. Maybe he can cut us some slack for a couple of hours."
"I'd like that. Sounds fun."
With that, the lunch period ended, and I needed to head to class. Walking to class, I got a text from Brandy asking me if I was free on Saturday. I texted her back, "Y, M/B, but Y?" She said to call her, and I said "aftr cls".
I called her as soon as school was over, waiting for Mom in the parking lot. She said, "Keith is shooting a 15 year old girl this weekend. Her Mom will be there and it's all on the up-and-up but this is her first session and she's really REALLY nervous. She's going to be a great model, she's got all the features, but she's scared of the underwear shoots. I thought maybe if you were there and in the dressing room with her, you could help calm her down."
"Does she know I'm trans?"
"I haven't asked her yet. She's right here. Can I show her your pics and tell her about your shoot and call you back?"
"Sure. Saturday, right?"
"Yeah, morning."
By that point, I was in the car with Mom and I looked over at her and quickly told her the situation. She nodded, and I said, "yeah, sure. Call me back."
The rest of the week just flew by. Friday night, I pondered what to wear to meet this girl and help Brandy. I decided on something really casual -- jeans, winter boots, a couple of layered tops and a fluffy vest to hide my lack of boobage. As for undies, somehow in the back of my mind I realized I might get roped into something, so I wore a cute pair of highcut virginal-white panties, with my cupped thong underneath, and a nice white padded t-shirt bra. Keith's studio was on main street in a small suburb but near our house, and he had a really nicely appointed photography set-up. It was obvious that he did a lot of retail sales in addition to his studio business. When we went in, Keith motioned us to the back, and Mom and I headed to what we found was a private studio and corner makeup/dressing area. There was no private dressing room, but a screened off area for the model to change.
Brandy was just getting ready to do makeup for the model. Mom saw who I guess was the model's mother who was sitting on a sofa off to the side mindlessly reading something on her Ipad. I came over to the makeup table and introduce myself. She said, "I'm Julia, and wow, you are even better looking than your pics." She sat up a little straighter and said, "I don't want to say the wrong thing, but Brandy tells me you're a trans girl, right?"
"Well, I like to think just `girl', but yeah, I have a little bit of a plumbing problem."
Julia laughed at that. Brandy had stopped doing any makeup, and was just standing to the side, listening to us talk. Julia said, "My mom signed me up for modeling classes, and Keith spotted me and said I'd be perfect for this teen lingerie retailer. I mean, it's a big retailer, but they need teen models for specific shoots. Hey, I've done some head shots and whatever, but this is my first lingerie, and I'd be lying if I didn't say I was scared shitless."
I happened to glance over at Mom talking to Julia's Mom. They seemed to be in friendly conversation, but there was something about Mom's body language that told me the two of them weren't going to be best friends.
"So," I said, "Is Keith paying you for this?"
Brandy broke in, "Keith has an agency, and she's being paid scale from the retailer."
"OK, I gotcha. Neat. Does she get to keep any of the clothes?"
"Yeah, the underwear and the nightie, but not the swimsuits."
I looked over at the rack, and said, "Why don't you try her with the swimsuits first. Those can be the most relaxing and put her in the right mood. What do you say, Julia?"
She nodded, and Brandy broke in and said, "That's kinda what I had in mind. Look, Keith may want to talk with you and your Mom for a minute. I'll go ahead and finish her makeup."
I signaled to Mom to meet me at the door, and we headed out to the studio where Keith was setting up. I asked Mom how she liked Julia's mom, and she said, "Maybe later" and I just nodded.
Keith turned to me and I said, "Brandy said you needed to talk with us. What's up?"
"Yeah, Julia is a nervous wreck, and..."
"She didn't seem all that nervous to me. She said she was scared, but didn't seem to act it."
"Yeah, it's her mother. She's frankly only here because her mother needs the money. Otherwise, I'm not sure if I can get Julia to smile for the camera."
I looked at Mom, and she nodded. Mom said, "I picked up on that. It's a great way for Julia to help out her mother in this tough time, but if she's nervous in front of the camera, it's not going to come across well and she's going to fail at it."
Keith continued, "Anyway, look, Christy, this is a huge favor to ask, but you came across great on camera. You've got a super personality and it shows. I need Julia to pick up on that. I've tried this idea before, and it's worked. If you could dress in matching clothes for some of the shoots, NOT be in the picture, but be off camera and let her look like she's reacting to someone else, it would distract her from the camera and let her inner self come out. Maybe if you started with the swimsuit stuff. I'd suggest having you off camera and laughing and tossing a beach ball her direction. I'll green screen all of this, so the pics will look like she's catching a ball at a party or at the beach and laughing with friends. OK?"
I looked at Mom, and she nodded, so I nodded as well.
Keith said, "Look, I don't have money in the budget to pay you, but this is a really important client for me, so maybe if you'd like I can get you a photo shoot with them as well. What do you think?"
I kept nodding, then said, "OK, have you suggested this to Julia?"
"I'm going back there now. Let's both go and see what she says."
Julia agreed to the idea. In fact, she seemed to relax as soon as Keith proposed it. Since I wouldn't need makeup, Brandy kept working on Julia, and Keith grabbed one of the swimsuits for me to wear. It was a high-cut bikini bottom that just barely allowed room for my cover-up cup, with a really well-padded top. I had tried a little of the dark/light makeup on my faux cleavage before leaving the house, so I hoped I didn't look too fake in this suit. I finished changing behind the curtain and came out to the dressing area just as Brandy was finishing with Julia's makeup. Julia looked great, and I told her. Since she was just wearing a robe over her undies, she was quick to change behind the curtain. When she came out, I was stunned. She and I were the same age, but she was... to hunt for a word... buxom' to say the least. She had curves in all the right places, and had what Brie referred to as stripper boobs'. I was jealous. My job was to make Julia relax, but dammit now I was the one with the inferiority complex.
Nonetheless, we headed for the green screen. Keith had a beach ball off to the side, and I stood there and started randomly tossing it in Julia's direction. She grabbed it and we tossed back and forth, slowly starting to laugh. She had a great smile, and the exercise of tossing the ball vividly loosened her up.
Next was a set of shots with a cute babydoll nightie. There were two alternative bottoms -- one a loose satin panty bottom and the other a very tiny thong bottom. Julia had on both, so she could easily loose the panties when it was time to do some thong shoots. I had on just my white thong, with the cover-up cup in place. Julia looked me over and remarked that there was no way I had ever been a boy before. I explained about the cup and how I wasn't really all that well developed in the plumbing department. She just nodded, but it was clear she was fascinated with the whole process.
Keith had rolled in a bed in front of the green screen. The idea was that I'd stand off to the side and just provide Julia some company, and maybe some ideas on how to pose. She'd pose first standing by the bed, first in panties then the thong, then she'd kneel on the bed, both facing the camera and then facing away but looking over her shoulder. When it came time to climb in the bed, she just couldn't seem to get the poses right, and it was obviously flustering her. I jumped in, kinda hoping that coming to her rescue would relax her. I said, "Hey, why not let me give it a try, then you can look from the side and copy what I do."
So, she got out of the bed and I sat with my legs under me facing the camera with my hands in my lap. Then, I turned away from the camera, leaned forward a bit, and rose up on my knees just slightly so that the camera could get a shot of my bare butt. Before I finished that pose, I could hear Keith grabbing a couple of shots of me. Later, he told me those were what he wanted to show his client to get me a photo shoot.
Julia seemed to relax and get it after watching me pose. She hopped on the bed and did exactly what I did, and that came across well.
Finally, Keith removed the bed, and Julia and I stripped down to just bras and high-cut panties. Julia's boobage was on full display, and she seemed to finally be in the swing of things. Her poses were great, and I could tell Keith was happy with everything he got.
Later, after we'd finished dressing, Julia came over to thank me for everything I'd done. She told me that there was no way she could have finished the photo shoot without me and hoped that maybe there would be a chance for us to work together again soon. I nodded and told her I'd like that, too. Mom and Julia's mother had already headed up front to finish paperwork, leaving just Julia and I and Brandy alone in the studio. Suddenly, and without any warning, Julia leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. I don't mean a hey, sis, nice to see you' kinda peck, but more of a I'd like to see you in your underwear again' kiss. I was startled at first, and then Julia reached up behind my head, ran her fingers thru my hair, and kissed me again, longer than the first one.
When Julia broke away, I just looked over at Brandy, who was smiling and shaking her head. Brandy looked down at her gear and mumbled, "Not the first time I've seen THAT on a photo shoot!"
On the drive home, Mom explained more of Julia's situation. Her mother had been divorced from her deadbeat dad for years and was having a tough time making ends meet. Julia's potential income from modeling would really help them out, and Julia certainly had the potential for it. However, Julia's mother wasn't necessarily the nicest person in the world, and Mom was worried that her mother might take advantage of the situation. I thought maybe I understood, but I could tell this whole modeling game was w-a-a-a-y more complex than I thought at first.
Sunday kinda came and went. Mom was in something of a self-congratulatory mood for having saved a bunch of her clients from the nasty stock market onslaught. She continued the whole prepper routine, like maybe there was going to be some major apocalypse in the near future. I popped some popcorn and watched Zombieland just to prepare and do my part. Oh, and I also prayed for some boobage. I was planning to see Doc Strange this coming week, so maybe he had some magic elixir.
Magic booby cream. Yeah. That's what I needed.