Sunday, February 23
OK, I'm not really sure what I had in mind, but I knew when I walked thru the door of Martha's boutique that this was definitely NOT what I had in mind!
Mom picked me up from school Monday afternoon, and already had several pair of my shoes in a bag for me. I asked her about makeup, and she said she'd called Martha already and that the photographer would have a makeup assistant there to do my hair as well. I suddenly had this vision of the makeover scene in Princess Diaries. Otherwise, we drove more or less in silence.
Maybe I envisioned a quiet back-room studio or something like that, and in previous visits I'd noticed that Martha had something like a stage or catwalk feature at one end of the store with a "behind the stage" area, but I hadn't paid any attention to it. When we walked thru the door, it all made sense suddenly. The photographer, a fairly young guy with long hair and a beard, was setting up two different cameras, one at the end of the catwalk/stage and one on the floor next to the stage looking up. There was a green curtain that I later found out could act as a greenscreen. The part that shocked me was that on one side of the catwalk, there were chairs set up like a real fashion show. I wasn't at all sure I was ready for this kind of prime-time, and wondered immediately who all was going to be there for my show.
I was kinda thunderstruck, and just stood inside the door, staring at the stage and chairs. Martha came up to me and gave me one of her big bearhugs. She's a short, stocky woman who reminds you all the world of a grandmother who also sells dildos and stripper clothes. She introduced me to Brandy, who was a pink-haired collection of tattoos and ripped jeans, and for the next couple of hours would be my makeup artist. Brandy immediately took me by the arm and buttered me up with, "wow, you're cute! You're going to make my job super easy."
She started gently leading me in the general direction of what I guessed was back-stage, and I asked her, "How often do you do this?"
"I work with Keith a lot, although I do a lot of other stuff as well, like theatrical stuff."
"Keith?"
"Yeah, the photographer. Keith. Have you two met? Let me introduce you. KEITH!!!!" she yelled, and the bearded guy looked our way.
"Oh, hey, Brandy, is this our model?"
I still wasn't used to the model stuff, but what the hell.
Brandy said, "Yeah, this is Christy. Isn't she cute! We're gonna have fun with her."
I wasn't sure I liked being discussed in the third person, but I held out my hand and Keith shook it and said, "Yeah, Christy, it's great to meet you. I don't often work with teens, so I need to be really careful to keep all of this PG-13. Is this your first time?"
"Yeah, Keith. Thanks. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was nervous as hell."
"Well, you'll be fine. I'm just setting up, and so you go back stage and let Brandy do her job and we'll get ready."
Brandy continued to lead me back stage. She said, "Hey, I didn't finish answering your question. I do a lot of Keith's portrait work, and he does most of that in his studio. Martha does like maybe one photo shoot a month and then maybe another just pure fashion show a month as well, so I'm out here maybe twice a month. The backstage is simple, so I've gone ahead and set up a makeup table. You're already a pretty easy base to work with, so this won't take long. Have you been professionally made up before?"
I shook my head, and she said, "Well, your own work is fine. I'll need to just accentuate some of what you already have so it shows up better on camera."
By that time, we'd arrive in a small area behind the stage. Brandy had a portable makeup set-up and a reasonably comfortable folding chair for me. There was a hanging rack with a dozen different outfits numbered from 1 to 12. Brandy said that Martha usually liked for the outfits to be done in a certain order, with the more conservative outfits up front so that the model was relaxed and comfortable with everything. I could see that the first outfit on the rack was a really cute sundress but with a built-in bra with lots of padding.
Brandy said, "You're not the first trans girl I've worked with, so I know and understand you're shy about some things. You ARE the first teen trans girl, so I want you to know I'm your friend here and I'm on your side if there's any confusion or concern, OK?" I just nodded. "The makeup job is going to go a lot easier if you change into just a robe and your undies. Are you comfie doing that? Do you need me to leave the room?"
I shook my head and told her I was fine. She handed me a hanger for my school uniform. I was still wearing my blazer, blouse and neck tie, my khaki skirt, dark tights, and a camisole. Other than that, I was just wearing a plain but well padded white bra, white panties, and the flesh-colored protective thong I wore under my panties when I wanted to hide my "boi-junk". Usually at school I didn't bother with this, but I thought that today perhaps I should. Now I was glad I did.
I turned my back to Brandy and hastily stripped down to my undies. It was fairly warm in the makeup room, so the robe was almost an afterthought. Brandy directed me to the chair, and said, "For this first set of pics, your regular school makeup is almost perfect. I just want to touch it up and blow out your hair a little. Later own, we're going to blow out your hair some more and add some more color, but for now, simple is better. She worked quickly and had me ready in about 15 minutes or maybe even less. Since my first outfit would be a sundress with a scooped neckline, she accentuated my cleavage (or where my cleavage WOULD BE if I really had one) with light and dark makeup that, front-on, actually made me look like I had something! I turned my back to take off my bra, and put on the sundress and a pair of 3" wedge heels. I took one last look in the mirror, and frankly really liked what I saw! Maybe this modeling wasn't all that bad! She went out to signal to Keith that I was ready, and then motioned me toward the curtain opening.
When I came out on the stage, the lights were on in my direction and I could barely see Keith and the audience. He told me to smile, which I have to be reminded to do, and he took a couple of pics front-on, having me turn ever so slightly to the left and right. Then he jumped down from the catwalk to the floor and took a few more pics from a lower angle but with the same poses. I couldn't help but notice that with the skirt at mid-thigh, the lower angled camera was getting some slightly risqué up-skirt shots, but I just went with the flow, remembering this was all PG-13. Then Keith hopped back up on stage (he really moved like a mountain goat) and told me to turn my back to the camera and look over my shoulder while smiling. Then he handed me a big sun hat, told me to assume the same pose, but now with one hand up on top of the hat as if I was holding it down in the wind. Then finally he had me spin, with the skirt rising every so slightly in the spin, and took a video of that maneuver.
The next couple of shots were fairly simple school-girl fashions, mostly stuff I could probably get from Nordstroms or Target. I wore a couple of low-cut tank tops, one with a pair of really short denim shorts, one with a pair of blousy pastel shorts, and one with a very short black skater skirt. Any of this stuff could have come straight from my own wardrobe (and frankly I wanted to take some of it home!
We then switched into bathing suits. The first one was a black one-piece, again really well padded with a protective cup, and I posed with and without a beach top and with and without a beach scarf. Next there was a similar one-piece, but this one had more of a thong bottom. Next I wore a very simple bikini, and for this switched to the new cup that Martha provided, which was a little more comfortable and stayed on very well with spirit gum. The cup actually had an outer shape kinda like a vulva ("camel toe!") and so added a bit of realism to the pics. The final bikini shot was a thong, which had it's own space for a protective cup and so I didn't need the additionally underwear. For all of the swimwear shots, Brandy did another blow-out of my hair and added some additional color to my makeup. The swimwear had significant added padding, and almost made me look like a C-cup!
Finally, the part I was dreading -- the underwear shots. By now, there were several customers in the store, and Martha had invited all of them to enjoy some or all of the show. I could see two women holding hands in the audience, two younger women, and then a couple who looked like they were in their 20's. I was a little embarrassed at first, but got into the swing of everything, and even the upcoming underwear modeling didn't scare me that bad.
For the first undie set, Brandy had me in a fairly conservative pair of loose white silk briefs and a white (and well padded) white t-shirt bra.
Of course, I had my flesh-colored thong on under the panties. Next, I kept the t-shirt bra but switched into a pair of hip-hugger briefs with a built-in pocket for the cup. Next was a low-rise thong (again, with a cup) and finally a pair of hip-hugger briefs but with a thin, see-thru bottom. Next, keeping the see-thru panties, I switched into a nearly see-thru bralette, which had no padding at all. I was nearly mortified at my lack of boobage, but Brandy assured me I looked great for a 15 year old, and in fact the unpadded look was more natural than with the padding. Finally, I wore the bralette and the white thong together. For all of the undie shots, I was wearing the stiletto heels to accentuate my butt. Frankly, I really LOVED the way I looked, and by the last of the undie shots, I was kinda showing off.
The final shot was a girlie cocktail dress, similar to the one I'd worn the night I met Carlos. This one was pink (somehow, we were on a white kick, although I'm not sure either pink OR white is my best color). The hemline was closer to my butt than to my knee, and the top had a built-in bra (again, well padded) and spaghetti straps. Martha provided me with a matching pink thong and nude hose with a very slight pink tinge to them. There was nothing about this that I wouldn't wear to a school social, yet for some reason, on the heels of the underwear shoots, I felt just a little more slutty than usual. Keith took the same set of front-on shots, then on the floor, had me spin and I could tell he was catching an upskirt of my bare butt. I was tempted to moon him (the slutty side coming out!) but remembered that my Mom was in the audience.
Brandy was happy, and told me she was sure this wouldn't be the last time we'd work together. Keith promised to get me a set of the best shots, and Martha was overjoyed with how it all turned out. Mom seemed pretty happy as well, and we talked about it a lot on the ride home. It was late and I was exhausted and didn't even stop to realize I hadn't had any dinner. I fell asleep thinking about mooning the audience and dreaming a little of Carlos and how much I wished he had been in the audience. The rest of the week went as normal, although I was exhausted Tuesday from the busy weekend and Monday's glamour shoot.
Carlos was his usual "nose to the grindstone" self, so I did an extra job of flirting with him, channeling my new-found slutty-ness, telling him his self imposed celibacy wasn't getting him anywhere. On Saturday, we made a date for him to come over and watch movies. I gave him a long-overdue blowjob under the blanket, and given how long it had been, he was pretty quick to respond. Too quick for my jaw to get sore!
Today was a rest-up, catch-up day. Keith sent Mom the pics, and they were delightful. Everything was in good taste, even the underwear shots, and I told Mom to tell Martha I was available to do that again if and when she needed me.