("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- It Started As A Joke by Sallie Davids (salliedavids@yahoo.com) *** A young boy's coming of age - as a girl model. (Fmm, ped, 1st, tg, cd) *** It started as a joke, but these boobs are real now... Where does one separate what is real from what is thought to be real. That is my life in a short sentence. It began around the time I was seven years old. We wee a happy family. Mom, dad and me. Then there was the car accident that turned our family into just mom and me. Dad died in the accident, the pain is that he was not at fault. It did not ease the pain. My aunt Kat tried to help us but she was the younger sister and mom was just being mom. When I turned nine, mom had fallen deeper and deeper into drinking her pain away. The pills did little to ease her pain. Aunt Kat was also in pain watching her destroy herself and me. Mom was arrested again for the selling of drugs and this time the sentence was 15 to life for her crimes. It was a women's prison for non violent offenders. Aunt Kat stepping up and took me in as her own. Aunt Kat worked for a photo agency for clothing manufactures. Things were tight but we did survive. Aunt Kat tried to be a mom and she did a good job. She asked me one day if I wanted some photos taken of me. I laughed and told her I was not good in sports and that ruled out any photos. She told me that one of the clients at worked liked the photo of me that was on her desk. It was a photo of me at the park. A general non- descript park, a swing and me in a base ball hat and a t-shirt and shorts. I did have light brown hair that was long for a young man. I liked it longer as it was different from the other sports and rowdy boys. She told me that they have asked her several times and she always refused and when they offered her $500.00 dollars for the afternoons photo shoot and that what ever clothes I used from the manufacture I could keep. School was coming and I did need new clothes. Aunt Kat said it was my choice. I asked her if the money was a lot and if she needed it. She said it was a lot but we have always gotten by in the past. We talked and agreed it would be fun. We went to the studio on Saturday after lunch. It was downtown and if was fancy. The gentleman told us to be comfortable and as sat down. His assistant brought us cokes and we talked about what the manufacture was looking for. He assured us that only mom and I would be allowed in the dressing room and that she could pick out the outfits and has final say on everything. We stood up and went to the dressing room and opened the door and walked in. There were racks and racks of clothes. The racks were numbered and the clothes were very pretty. The problem was that they were little girl's cloths not boys. Aunt Kat walked out and began to ask the assistant about the clothes, he said that if we could pick one outfit from each rack and that would be it. He reminded Aunt Kat that her daughter could keep the clothes she wore for the photo shoot. Aunt Kat returned to the dressing room and said that she guessed they all though I was a little girl. Not a little boy. I asked her what we should do now. She said that she would explain it to them and that was it. We would leave and go home. I asked Aunt Kat if the money would be useful and if we needed it that I would do it, if she thought we could do it. Aunt Kat said ok lets get changing. She asked me to undress and she would pick out an outfit for me. When she walked back to me there I was in only my underwear. She looked at me and did a small laugh and said that these were more acceptable, she was referring to the pair of bright yellow cotton panties she was holding in her hand. With out thinking I pulled my shorts down and took the panties and pulled them up. She helped me dress in a colorful top and shorts and some open toed shoes. We opened the door and walked over to the area were they were standing and there were different backgrounds and he took several photos and made ideas for moving and sitting and we followed his direction and there were more outfits and more changing. There was a bit of confusion on me wearing the dresses as they used the term of a "tom boy attitude" about me. I guess I was not lady like. When it came to the pajamas that was a bit different. The real difference came when we were on the last outfit it was a dress up one. He asked if she would add a little color to my cheeks and maybe a touch of lip stick. With out thinking Aunt Kay applied both and watched the camera do its thing. When we were all done he thanked and as we were leaving us gave my aunt an envelope and said the clothes will be delivered to our house. We left and it was late and we decided to stop and eat. While eating the waitress referred to me as a little girl. It was the lip stick and rose colored cheeks. We laughed. Several days later we received the clothes and laughed as now what we do with them. We laughed again and said that the check was handy to get me some real clothes. ** It was several weeks later that my aunt told me that she received a visit from the manufacture of the clothes that I wore. She told me her boss was there also. She said that they were pleased with the photos and showed them to her. Then showed them in a photo lay out for the catalog and media press kit. She was just over whelmed as she was looking at a beautiful little girl, and I was a boy. They wanted to do more photo layouts and have everyone sign a contract. When she told me the amount of money they offered her it became a very unusual moment. Here we were being offered as much money as Aunt Kat earned and being a model for the company's new line of clothing. My aunt asked me now what do we do. I told her with out knowing what all happens to girls as they grow up that we could do it for a while and save some money for the lawyers to help my mom. We agreed. Aunt Kat knew lawyers for the fashion industry and they drew up a contract that put Aunt Kat in charge and final word. As she needed to protect our secret. That was just the beginning. There were more photo shoots and clothes and soon we had a problem. School. I was a boy there and everywhere else I was a girl. We had enough money to buy a small house in the suburbs and she was able to enroll me in school as a girl. Me a girl full time. We felt it was all a joke as we were just having fun and making money. My aunt told me that any time I wanted to be a boy I should tell her and it would be ok. I never did. I enjoyed wearing panties and soft clothes. I even enjoyed school as a girl. I was excused from gym class. The shower thing. My aunt did sit me down and talked to me about the sexes and differences in them. I needed to learn a lot. We have been fooling everyone now for five years. ** I am now fourteen and things are changing. My mom is still in prison and we see her when we can and when she is allowed. She is a good person just a troubled one. As for me things were changing the outfits were a bit more grown up and a bit more tailored. A new word I learned was that I was a slow developer. I was not sure what that meant. My aunt sat me down and told me time has come to quit and go back and be normal. I asked her what normal was. We laughed. I asked her why I could not continue doing the catalogs. She explained that at this age girls are changing, growing breasts and slimming waists. She told me that it would not happen to me. I would grow mass and thick body hair. I was depressed and asked if there was anything I could do to change like a girl. She did tell me that there were vitamins that could force me to change and lean towards what happens to a girl. We agreed and soon I was taking the pills and doing the photo shoots and enjoying the fun. We had a small pool in the back yard where I could relax and work on a tan. Yes a tan, something about a two piece swim suit that is nice. It was also where I was introduced to boys. We would have friends over and well when you have sun and boys and girls well things do happen. I learned how to kiss a boy. The thrill of the kiss. The roaming hands. Never below the waist that is. That area was off limits. However below the waist on them was open season. The kissing was different when I was kissing a boy than with a girl. With a girl I did feel a bit of tingling below the waist. It was a feeling that soon went away. ** It has been 2 years since we started the change and my waist is smaller than my hips and there are curves. My breasts were now round and getting fuller it was different. My only male part seemed to stop growing years ago. I did not miss it as I never knew it. I was now getting my drivers license. Then a car. It has been ten years that my mom has been in prison. I miss her and we write all the time. My career is moving and the clothing is great and the money is now keeping us in style. Everyone says I have turned into a beautiful woman. Funny that is what I have always thought that I was a woman. I am now 20 years old and almost finished with college. I have no plans and no ideas. Aunt Kat said I can continue with the catalog and being their front man for there clothing line that they created for me. We agreed that a break was needed. There were boys to see and things to do. I needed to plan a future and with college almost over there were boys and girls out there to have fun with. Aunt Kat has mentioned that there are doctors that can change me into an actual woman. That is below the waist I mean. Stay tuned for part two? salliedavids@yahoo.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53