Hi Lee. I know it is a bit blurry. The reason is that the image was of quite low resolution, so I had to reduce the text size. Perhaps someone with better skills could have done it better, but I am not that person :p I apologize for the inconvenience, but thank you for reading it anyway :)
“Oh my God, you look so pretty! This will be perfect.” Amanda practically squealed behind the camera. I tried to keep my back straight and give her a seductive look, but i was too caught up in my own embarassment and heartache. We had always been close friends, and I had always been in love with her. It seemed I would be caught in the friend zone forever. Until the day she asked me for help on her photo assignment. I secretly got my hopes up when she asked me to undress. But then she offered me a razor, and I began to see where this was going. Why she named her project “Fluid identities.” “Thank you so much for doing this. I wasn’t sure you’d go along, but you truly are a life-saver.” “Now get to work. Everything must go. Even down there.” “What do you mean?” “Hair, silly. Leave those pretty, golden locks on the top, but everything else has to go.” I hesitated for a moment. “What did you think this was going to be?” “I don’t know...” the air suddenly felt extremely cold as I was standing there wearing only my boxers. “Oh, Josh. Did you think... You know I’m lesbian, right?" ”Right. Of course. I knew that.” My heart sank through the floor. How could I have been so stupid? Trying to keep my composure through the emotional torrent, I followed her lead. I stripped naked, shaved legs, crotch, chest, face and arms thoroughly. Then she began restructuring my eyebrows and work tirelessly on the make-up. When she was done, and I had put on the clothes and accessories she provided, she took a step back to admire her work. She stared at me for a long time until her beautiful smile appeared.
I met her again a week later and asked how her project was going. She looked frustrated and angrily at me. “I got a C. And only because of my portrait skills. They didn’t believe you were really a guy!” “And now that I think about it, I kinda agree... Care for another photo session?”
Does she need another model? I'm available. Zoe
ReplyDeleteThe caption portion was a bit blurry for me. Must be my laptop.
ReplyDeleteHi Lee. I know it is a bit blurry.
ReplyDeleteThe reason is that the image was of quite low resolution, so I had to reduce the text size.
Perhaps someone with better skills could have done it better, but I am not that person :p
I apologize for the inconvenience, but thank you for reading it anyway :)
“Oh my God, you look so pretty! This will be perfect.” Amanda practically squealed behind the camera.
ReplyDeleteI tried to keep my back straight and give her a seductive look, but i was too caught up in my own embarassment and heartache.
We had always been close friends, and I had always been in love with her. It seemed I would be caught in the friend zone forever.
Until the day she asked me for help on her photo assignment. I secretly got my hopes up when she asked me to undress. But then she offered me a razor, and I began to see where this was going. Why she named her project “Fluid identities.”
“Thank you so much for doing this. I wasn’t sure you’d go along, but you truly are a life-saver.”
“Now get to work. Everything must go. Even down there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hair, silly. Leave those pretty, golden locks on the top, but everything else has to go.”
I hesitated for a moment.
“What did you think this was going to be?”
“I don’t know...” the air suddenly felt extremely cold as I was standing there wearing only my boxers.
“Oh, Josh. Did you think... You know I’m lesbian, right?"
”Right. Of course. I knew that.”
My heart sank through the floor. How could I have been so stupid? Trying to keep my composure through the emotional torrent, I followed her lead.
I stripped naked, shaved legs, crotch, chest, face and arms thoroughly. Then she began restructuring my eyebrows and work tirelessly on the make-up. When she was done, and I had put on the clothes and accessories she provided, she took a step back to admire her work. She stared at me for a long time until her beautiful smile appeared.
I met her again a week later and asked how her project was going. She looked frustrated and angrily at me. “I got a C. And only because of my portrait skills. They didn’t believe you were really a guy!”
“And now that I think about it, I kinda agree... Care for another photo session?”
He should practice seductive poses before the next session hoping that he could fulfill her lesbian desires.
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