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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
take the chance of what might happen when he discovered my little penis, but I also wanted to be a lady this time. Maybe I was maturing a bit, but there were more things that I wanted from life than a quick thrill. A cab soon whisked me away from Brian, and toward the photo studio. I felt good about seeing him again. He knew nothing of who I was, and what I was doing. To him, I was just a pretty girl that he very much wanted to date. He knew nothing at all about me other than that he had seen me twice around Central Park, and that I had just moved into a new place to live. I liked that. Some of the things that were going on in my life leaned heavily toward the tawdry side. It might be pleasant to have something that was fresh and clean. I did not know how long anything with Brian might last, but I was willing to give it a try. Tom was waiting for me in his office when I arrived, and gave me a big greeting. He was, however, on the telephone as usual. I took my seat in front of his desk, and caught him sneaking looks at my legs all the way through his conversation. I guessed that these looks were just more conditioned reactions to the sight before him than any real lust for me on his part. If he had asked, I probably would have hopped into bed with him, but that was not the sort of thing he indulged in. I was just an appealing body to look at. That was all right with me too. Tom was still talking when the door opened behind me. I turned to see Wendy coming in with a huge pile ... of photographs under one arm, and a large, flat box covered in pink wrapping paper under the other. "Oh, Hi," she said with just a touch of surprise in her voice. "I didn't expect to see you in here yet." She put the photographs on the small conference table as I returned her greeting, and slid the box behind a chair as if to hide it. Just then, Tom got off the phone. "Hello, Bobbi!" he said. "Am I glad you finally came in. We've got lots to talk about, but let's get to your portfolio first. Then we can talk about some other things." He took me by the elbow, and ushered me toward the table where Wendy was spreading out the photographs. They were all pictures of me. I stared at them, and from them I stared back at myself in every pose and position that I had struck during the photo session a week or so ago. I saw myself in color and in black & white. I was in street clothes and in costume. I posed dressed and undressed. There seemed to be hundreds of them. "Okay, Bobbi," Tom said. "I promised you a model's portfolio as part of our deal. There are two-hundred poses there for you to choose from. You get forty 11X14's from that lot. Pick one as a portrait, and we'll give you twenty 8X10's of it for publicity. Wendy and I will help, but I have to make another call now, so you girls get started, and have fun." Tom went back to his desk, and Wendy and I stared at the sea of photographs. "Let me make this a little easier," she ...