1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and fluffed my hair back into place. Paul looked at me with a happy smile, and said, &#034Wait just a minute while I make a phone call.&#034 He picked up the receiver, and dialed an outside line. &#034Hello, Jack?&#034 Paul said into the telephone. &#034I've got a girl for you... Yes, she's got the look that you wanted... Sure... No... No, this is the first time she's ever modeled... Oh, about five foot six... Right! That's what I told you... Any time you want her to start... Her name's Bobbi... I'll give her a note from me to you as an intro... No!... Okay... Next week?... All right... Yeah, see you Friday... Bye.&#034 Paul hung up the telephone, and wrote something on a piece of paper. He tore the sheet off the pad, and put it in an envelope, but did not seal it. He wrote a name, address, and telephone number on the envelope along with a day, date, and time, and held it out to me. &#034The name on it,&#034 Paul said as I took the envelope, &#034is my friend Jack. He's the one who needs the models. Be at that address next Tuesday at 11:00AM just like I wrote there, and give him the note. It's an, err... introduction from me. Look good, and you've got the job.&#034 I jumped up, and hugged him around the neck like an excited schoolgirl! This would be my first real job as a woman! I was beside myself with elation! I kissed Paul in gratitude. He could have asked me for absolutely anything at that instant, and I would have given it to him. &#034Now, Bobbi,&#034 Paul said very ...
    seriously as he held me back to try to calm me down, &#034I'm taking a big chance with you. Jack thinks that you are all woman, and he's used to working with models. He also does not know that I like, err... girls like you. He's expecting a woman, and nothing less. I wouldn't send you to him if I didn't think that you could do the job. He wants to try this with some non-professional models for a different look, so you don't have to worry about not knowing how a model is supposed to act. Just act like a woman! Don't let me down!&#034 I calmed down a lot as the reality of all of this surged over me. This was not some Drag Show at &#034The Gilded G****&#034 that I was going to do. This was a woman's modeling assignment. They did not want professional models. They thought that with just ordinary girls they would get a fresh look, but they did want real women. I would have to look and act my best. Who knows? Maybe there could be more modeling jobs from this one. That would suit me just fine. This would be the biggest test yet. I had to pass it no matter what I had to do to do it. Paul was counting on me, and I was counting on me. The rest of my life could depend on this. &#034You should be getting back to your department,&#034 Paul said as I calmed down from the excitement of getting the modeling job. He was right. It was quarter past three, and I had been gone for over an hour. A thought hit me, and I said, &#034Tuesday isn't my day off. How can I get to the modeling interview?&#034 ...