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Hi

This is only the second story I've ever written.  It's still incomplete, 
but since I'm stuck around part 14 and have been for a while now I 
thought I'd send it off and see whether people like it enough for me to 
continue.

Hope you like it.

Becky

***

Chapter 11.  Friday.


Next morning the first thing I thought about when I woke up was that I 
had a date with Paul that night.  I lay in bed listening to the waves on 
the beach only a few feet away, and thought of the way I'd felt the last 
time he touched me.  I noticed Mom was already up.   

I could hear some birds in the winds and the waves as I lay there.  I 
closed my eyes again and thought of Paul kissing me.  I stroked my hip 
the way he had done a few nights earlier, feeling the satiny nightgown 
against my skin.  Abruptly I realised that a part of my body I hadn't 
thought about much lately was becoming active.  The more I thought about 
the way Paul made me feel the more aroused I became.  I rolled over onto 
my belly and hugged the pillow tight to me.  I thought about the way his 
arms felt around me, and how he touched my face when he tilted my head to 
kiss me.  As I rocked back and forth on the bed I became aware of a 
tremendous feeling of pleasure, and then I came.

I was immediately embarrassed.  I reached for the box of tissues beside 
the bed and tried to wipe up the mess, which was congealed on the front 
of my nightgown.  Uh oh.  This was gonna be hard to explain away.  I got 
out of bed, still feeling a little buzz, and wrapped a robe I found on 
the back of the door around me as I walked out of the bedroom into the 
hall.  Mom saw me from the kitchen and called good morning, and I called 
back a muffled "uh huh" as I went to the bathroom.  

I tried to rinse off the nightgown while I showered, and seemed to get 
most of it.  I tried to avoid getting my hair wet, and after showering 
took only a few minutes to get it into a decent style.  Then I hung the 
nightgown in the shower recess, wrapped myself in the robe, and went out 
to the kitchen.  It was 8.30am and Mom and I were the only ones left in 
the house.

Mom handed me a coffee and I sipped it before wandering out to the deck 
to look at the ocean.  The robe I was wearing was some sort of Japanese 
cotton affair which clung to my body in the light breeze.  I realised 
after a moment that it was a good thing no-one was on the beach, because 
I probably cut a strange figure as a girl with a flat chest.  I put the 
coffee on the railing and folded my arms in front of me, trying to make 
this fact less obvious even though no-one was there to see.  

Eventually Mom came out and led me by the arm to the bedroom, where she'd 
laid out a few casual clothes of Megan's.  I noticed she'd borrowed a 
blouse from Megan as well.  "Time to get moving if we're to be there by 
ten-thirty", she said.  

I dressed in the plain black skirt and striped knit top she'd put on the 
bed.  The top was very clinging and so my small breasts looked more 
prominent.  There was a gap between the skirt and top, leaving my navel 
visible, and this made me look younger than the outfit I'd worn the 
previous day.  

I went back into the bathroom to put on a little mascara and noticed Mom 
had moved the nightgown and hung it properly on a hanger so it would dry 
evenly.  As I was applying the mascara I saw her in the doorway behind 
me.  She looked from me to the nightgown and back again, and I blushed, 
but she just gave me a puzzled look and set off to lock the house up.  
After a few adjustments I grabbed the strappy sandals I'd worn the 
previous day and we set off without breakfast.  

The tests were uneventful.  I couldn't even figure out what they were 
for.  We went to a different office, and Mom waited in the reception 
area.  At first I thought I was gonna have to strip off my clothes, 
because there was a gown hanging in the room where they sat me.  I didn't 
want to do that, so I just sat there until a nurse came in.  She saw me 
looking at the gown and smiled.  "Don't worry about that, honey, we just 
need to measure you a little".  First she measured my height and weight, 
then she took some blood samples from me and a swab from the inside of my 
cheek. Then she pinched me with some kind of calliper things to measure 
how much fat I had on me.  "Hmmm," she said as she removed the callipers, 
"Aren't you a tiny little thing".  

I felt embarrassed, I guess because I was still thinking a bit in Chris 
mode and I responded the way I would at school when someone called me a 
runt.  Then I realised she meant it as a kind of compliment, that she 
thought I had a great figure, and I relaxed.  She finished her measuring 
and I was shown into a different office where a cute guy in his twenties 
gave me some forms to fill in.  

The forms went on for ever, and the questions they asked seemed really 
stupid.  I had to say whether I liked a whole lot of things on a scale of 
one to five.  Clearly they were trying to measure how much of a guy or 
girl I was, but the way the questions were phrased they were just so 
obvious.  At first I was tempted to just make up answers to confuse them, 
which is what Marcia would have insisted I do, but then I remembered that 
all this was costing Mom money she didn't have, so I answered them all as 
well as I could.  Eventually it was all over, and Mom and I left to go to 
Mark's.

Mark's studio didn't look like much from the outside.  It was a big 
unpainted concrete block in a seedy area of Venice, and I think Mom was 
afraid the wheels of the car were gonna get stolen or something.  We 
buzzed on a large black steel door and a guy in his early twenties 
answered.  "Hi, you must be Jenny, and Katherine"  He smiled, and led us 
into the building.  "I'm Gary, Mark's assistant."  Looking at the way 
Gary walked ahead of us I figured he had to be gay, which for some reason 
relaxed me.  

Inside the studio things were surprisingly primitive.  I had thought 
considering all the high-fashion work Mark did that there would be more 
people around, and that the studio itself would be decorated in some kind 
of avant garde fashion, but the studio was completely bare except for the 
lights and some black curtains hanging around the edges.  The rooms off 
to the side were furnished only with trestle tables, wooden boxes and 
folding chairs, as though the whole place might move to another location 
at a moment's notice.  There was a glass-fronted refrigerator stocked 
with Evian in the corner at the back of the studio but otherwise the 
place was very spartan. 

Mark greeted both of us, and Gary offered Mom a tea.  Mark introduced 
Andrea, the make-up artist who would be working with me, and then Andrea 
led me off to one of the side rooms to begin transforming me into - what? 
 I didn't really know what Mark was gonna be doing.  I looked back at Mom 
as Andrea led me away, but she was engrossed in conversation with Mark.

We walked into a dressing room, and Andrea asked me to strip down to my 
panties.  I hesitated for a moment and she said "Don't worry, I've seen 
everyone, you better believe it".  So I went behind a curtain and took 
off my shoes, skirt and top.  As I was folding my top she put her head 
around the curtain briefly and said "bra too, honey, everything off 
except your panties."  This was gonna be interesting, I thought as I 
unhooked the bra.  I carefully lay the breast inserts under my top on a 
chair, made sure my penis was tucked behind me in my panties so that I 
was smooth in front, and stepped out around the curtain.  

Andrea was facing away from me sorting through some bottles on the 
make-up table.  She glanced quickly at me and said "Come on over here and 
sit -"

She stopped and her face went about three different directions.  She 
looked at my face, then at my chest, then at my groin, then back at my 
face and chest.    She looked terribly confused.  "Uh..." was all she 
could manage.

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I walked across to the table and 
sat down, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Uh..."  Andrea tried again hopefully.  "Gee, you're not, uh, very big up 
top, are you"

I couldn't help it, I giggled.  Andrea looked at me quizzically and then 
left the room.  A few moments later she returned with Mark.  All of a 
sudden I felt naked, and I folded my arms in front of my chest.  For some 
reason I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Uh, Andrea, you might want to get her a robe," Mark said, handing me one 
from the wall and turning away slightly as I stood to put it on.  Andrea 
was still staring at me.  I was starting to feel very self-conscious.

"We're going to be making Jenny look fairly natural today," Mark said to 
Andrea as if nothing had happened.  "I'm looking for youth and freshness, 
so I want things kept simple and subtle.  Okay?"

Andrea nodded, and Mark left the room.  I sat down again, and Andrea 
began to tie my hair back.  She was studying my face intently, and 
finally she couldn't stand to be silent any more.  

"Are you..." her voice trailed off.  She took the ponytail she'd made and 
twisted it and pinned it to the top of my head.

"Yes", I said, wanting suddenly to put her out of her misery.  I actually 
didn't know what she was going to say, but it seemed any certainty was 
better than the confusion she'd just been through.  "But now I'm not 
going to be any more."  I hoped that made things clearer.  I really 
didn't want to get into specifics.

Strangely this seemed to satisfy her.  I was surprised.  I had thought 
Mark would have had a word to his staff about me before doing the photos, 
but clearly he didn't think it was that big a deal.  

She stopped playing with my hair.  "Well, it's probably best if we shower 
you first".  She showed me where the shower was in an adjacent room and 
told me to wash my hair.  When I came back from the shower there was a 
sandwich and some water on the table, which was obviously my lunch as 
Andrea was just finishing hers.  After I finished eating she pinned my 
hair up again and went to work on my face.  She used a lot of make-up, 
more than Marcia had when she'd first applied it.  I got a layer of 
moisturiser all over my face, and then down over my neck and my chest.  
She obviously felt very strange about putting it on my chest and asked me 
if I'd like to do that myself.  Then she applied some dabs of concealer 
in a few places, and then foundation all over my face, neck, shoulders 
and chest.  Then came some highlighter, eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow and 
mascara.  She put a little shadow on my chest between where my breasts 
should have been.  It was all in subtle tones so it didn't look garish, 
but I did think it looked thick.  I said as much, timidly, and she told 
me the camera wouldn't show all of it.  Then she went to work with my 
hair.  She sprayed stuff all over it, and by the time she finished it 
shone like it never had before.  

The she took me in to see Mark.  Mom smiled reassuringly as I came out 
with Andrea, and Mark positively beamed.  

The first shots we did were just of me sitting on the floor against the 
side of a chair, with the robe slid down from my shoulders so it looked 
like I was naked.  Mark said he was only shooting from the shoulders up 
so no-one would know.  Strangely the camera didn't worry me, Mark was 
talking the whole time and I thought more about what he was saying than 
the fact that he was constantly taking shots.  We tried a few variations 
on the pose and then Andrea took my back into the dressing area and had 
me sit in the chair again.  She and Mark consulted on some clothing and 
Mark left us alone.

"Uh, honey..."  she began.  "When you came in you looked, uh, bigger".  

Without saying anything I got up and retrieved the fake breasts that 
Marcia had given me.  Andrea smiled as though reassured of something, and 
had me stand with the robe open.  She cleaned the make-up off my chest, 
then took a small bottle and applied something to the back of one of the 
breast forms.  

This is just a temporary glue", she said.  "We can wash it off at the end 
of the day.  Now I got this figured out, Jenny.  You should have told me. 
 Lots of girls use these on the street.  Everyone wants to be thin, but 
not everywhere."

I shrugged and smiled.  She held me still, and then pressed one of the 
breast forms to my chest.  She rubbed some of the glue up around the 
upper edge of the form and smoothed it over the join between the form and 
my skin.  Then she applied the other form and did the same.  She gave me 
some water to drink while I was standing there, and then began to apply 
more make-up over my chest and the breast forms.  "I haven't done this 
since I did some movie work a few years ago," she smiled as she worked.  
Eventually she pronounced herself satisfied, then handed me a black mesh 
dress and a pair of lycra briefs.  I looked at the briefs a moment.  
Seeing some surgical tape on the make-up desk I picked it up.

"We use that to smooth out foreheads and do a quick facelift," Andrea 
said.  "You don't need any of that." 

I didn't say anything, but took the dress, briefs and tape behind the 
curtain.  I took off the robe and panties, and taped my penis into place 
carefully.  Then I put on the briefs and walked out from behind the 
curtain.  They were a boy-cut kind of thing, which I thought was a trifle 
ironic.  Andrea helped me into the dress.  I looked myself over in the 
full-length mirror at the side of the room.  It was remarkable.  Through 
the mesh of the dress I really looked like I had breasts. Small ones, to 
be sure, but breasts nonetheless.

We took a lot of shots of me dressed like that, then in quick succession 
I did some 'girl next door' outfits, some stuff with other clothesthat 
looked very slinky (still braless) and then some stuff in some other 
lingerie, and finally a cute one-piece bathing suit.  Mark used a variety 
of backdrops and props in each shot.  Then finally he had Andrea re-do my 
make-up and my hair and we went outside to his van and drove around for 
an hour and a half.  We used most of the same costumes as he took shots 
of me in doorways and against signs and on the beach and under the pier.  
Andrea helped me as I changed in the van.  While I was dressing we 
chatted about what we were going to do over the weekend, and I mentioned 
that I had a kind of formal dinner that night.  I realised she was a 
wonderful person, and felt guilty for letting her feel so awful earlier.  
The more we talked the more we laughed, and twice Gary had to come back 
to the van and tell us in a severe tone that Mark was waiting for me.  

Each time I emerged from the van I got a lot of looks from people passing 
in cars, and I almost caused an accident when I was wearing the mesh 
dress in public.  Mom was frowning at that one, but Mark had saved it for 
last and she let it pass.

By the time we went back to the studio I was exhausted.  Posing for 
photographs was harder work than I'd imagined.  I slumped back in the 
chair as Andrea removed all the make-up, then had a long, long hot shower 
to wash away the grit from the street.  Andrea was right, the breast 
forms came off in the hot water.  

As I came out into the dressing room I could hear Mom and Mark talking 
quietly in the studio.  "She just eats the camera right up," Mark was 
saying.  At first I assumed he was talking to Mom about some other model 
he had worked with, but then in the next sentence I heard my name and I 
realised he was talking about me.  Uh.  What did that mean?

Andrea showed me how to get my skin really clean and well moisturised 
after the shower, "because you have such great skin and you're gonna do 
well if you take care of it".  

Then Andrea told me she wanted to do something special for me "because I 
was so weirded out when you came in, I'm sorry about that."  She began to 
reapply make-up to my face, but carefully and much more sparingly than 
before.  Then she styled my hair again, this time doing it up in much the 
same way Marcia had when we went to the party.  Except that Andrea was a 
professional, and when she'd finished with me I had to admit I looked - 
well, absolutely beautiful.  Really.  I could see that Andrea was pleased 
with the results.  "That's for your date tonight,"  she said.  "Knock him 
dead."

She showed me how to do some touch-ups on the make-up later on, then gave 
me a brief hug and said "Well, hope we see some more of you.  I think we 
will."  She helped me get dressed again without getting make-up all over 
my clothes and then led me back to the studio where Mom and Mark were 
waiting.  They both looked impressed at the way I looked.  "Very Gwyneth 
Paltrow", Mark said quietly to my Mom, but I heard him.  Andrea winked at 
me.

Mark thanked me profusely and told me how wonderful I was, and that he'd 
have some proofs next day and would send me a set Fedex on Monday.  I was 
pretty impressed at that - Fedexed parcels to me!  I hugged him carefully 
to try to avoid getting make-up on him, and gave Andrea a quick kiss.  
She admonished me for smudging my lipstick and fixed it again, but I 
think she was pleased.  

***

Continued in Chapter Twelve.


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