Sunday, April 5
This is getting massively boring. Both Becca's friends and mine are too exhausted to spend much time on-line after getting thru the craziness of on-line classes. Becca's boy-toy Bruno' is reportedly going stir-crazy with no jock things' to do (whatever jock things' are -- I'm guessing lifting weights, drinking beer, and fucking, but maybe I'm wrong). Carlos has the burdens of school and taking care of his great granddad (who, as it turns out, is also named Carlos) and by the time he and I virtually cuddle' at night, he's wiped out.
Becca and I are just horny as hell.
Monday evening, Mom called a `family meeting' about Aunt Lilly. Lilly owns an up-scale clothing boutique, and even though most of her customers are fairly well-to-do, she really barely makes ends meet. From what I recall (and it's not like I keep up with this) she mainly focuses on the sort of clothes older women wear to cocktail parties and formal affairs. Mom said that with the pandemic cancelling all sorts of formal events, Lilly's business had gone to shit (not exactly Mom's terms, but that kinda captures it.)
So anyway, with no in-store business, she was hoping to transition to an on-line presence, and that would require setting up a web site and having models for her outfits. Unfortunately, she can't afford models and formal photography, but she can set up a rudimentary studio in her shop and, well, to cut to the chase, Mom had volunteered Becca and I as her fashion models.
This became a great time to tell Becca about my new found career' as a model. Mom told her all about the trans fashion' modeling, and then how I helped out Keith with his reluctant model. Mom showed Becca some of the pics, which she had on her iPad.
"So, you're telling me my baby sister is the latest Victoria's Secret model, huh?"
My face turned a bit red, and Mom laughed and said, "well, that's not exactly the whole story, but yes, Christy does seem to have a knack for this sort of thing, and let's face it, Rebecca my dear, you have a lovely figure and will nicely fill out some of the outfits with more... cleavage?"
Now it was Becca's turn to blush a bit, but yeah, Mom was right. I'd look better in some outfits, and Becca in others. I pointed out, "Aren't we both quite a few years younger than Aunt Lilly's target audience?"
Mom said, "Yeah, that's exactly the idea. Women of a certain age still want to think that these dresses make them look younger. You two, with the right hair and makeup, will be perfect for this. Lilly can't afford to pay you, but she says perhaps she can make it up to you somehow."
Becca asked, "when are we going to do this?"
"Lilly is setting up a studio right now, assuming you'd agree. She already owns a camera, and is putting together the right lighting. It's pretty simple stuff, since all of this needs to be on a white background. She's basically just hoisting some sheets and making sure everything's well lit."
Becca and I were immediately in on it, since it would GET US THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!! We both kinda said, at the same time, "when?"
Mom said, "Sooner is better than later, but you both have classes this week. How about Saturday?"
I was in for it, and so was Becca. Finally, something to look forward to other than playing hermit in front of a zoom screen all day.
The rest of the week poured out at a glacial pace. I don't think I'll ever get used to zoom school' and Mom's insistence that I'm up and bathed and dressed before class (maintaining civilization' she says) is almost worse than actually attending real live school.
On Friday afternoon, Mom `prepped' us for Saturday's photo shoot. We'd each model 10 outfits, and we needed to bring a couple of changes of underwear (why? Mainly cuz Becca needed a couple of different bras), two pair of comfy heels (one neutral, one black), and our makeup kits. We'd both shampoo the night before, and just blow out each other's hair on Saturday morning and again at the photo shoot if needed. Becca's hair is a lot longer than mine, so we needed to do something to give her some body and look a bit older. Mine is shorter, although I've been growing it out all year, and while it's past my shoulders, it's a bit easier to style into something that looks older.
Mom had sent Lilly our sizes, and so when we got to her shop, she had two racks set up with 10 outfits each. Becca went first, with a really nice mid-calf asymmetrical V-neck chiffon dress with a cascading ruffle. She wore her black heels, nude hose, and some dangly earrings Lilly gave her.
While Becca changed, I wore a knee-length black lace sheath/column dress with very light black hose and a pair of pearl dangly earrings (and my black shoes). I was getting super jealous, because it was clear that Becca had all of the V-neck or low-cut dresses.
Next Becca wore a navy-blue V-neck knee-length chiffon with a light ruffle. And lots of lace above the waist. My second dress was a little more flattering than the first -- a very light blue A-line off the-shoulder with three-quarter sleeves and sequins. It had a knee-length sheath underneath and a transparent lace asymmetrical layer above falling to mid-calf. I could see myself wearing this in about 20 years.
Then we got into the sexy stuff. Becca wore a backless champagne embroidered maxi dress with a slit on the front of her left leg about half-way up her thigh. Her store-bought boobs perfectly filled it out without a bra. For me, she had a floral cocktail mini-dress, mid-thigh, with a v-neck bodice. I wore a strapless but well-padded bra, and the top was tailored for a small-chested woman, so I think I looked OK. Mom and Lilly said I looked great, but maybe that was just to boost my ego.
Becca's next was a black low-cut halter mini dress with a cinched waist and a lace bodice. The skirt portion had three layers -- black, red, and black. If I had the boobs for it, I would have wanted that in my closet.
For me, my fourth dress was a very short cocktail dress with a black layered chiffon skirt and a heavily sequined strapless top. I wore a low-cut strapless bra with a LOT of padding and dark/light makeup where my cleavage would have been. Lilly loaned me a pair of 4" black strappy heels that I could barely stand in, much less walk. The skirt was short enough to remind me not to bend over unless I was wearing pretty panties!
Becca's fifth dress was a silver, floor-length corset dress with a slit up the side all the way to her upper thigh. This absolutely had to work with a high-cut flesh-colored thong, which Lilly provided Becca. Her boobies filled out the corset nicely.
My next dress was a white strapless cocktail dress, probably suitable more as a prom dress, with very cute pink flowers around the midsection. Again, I had to wear the well-padded strapless bra and depend on my cleavage makeup for the right amount of shadows where my bodice should have been. Lilly had a pair of silver 4" strappy heels, which I was now getting slightly used to wearing.
Becca's sixth dress was what I would call `stripper wear'. I was surprised it was in Lilly's collection, but to each their own. It was an off-shoulder frill trim sheer mesh swing dress, in off white, with absolutely no straps and a hemline that absolutely required either matching panties or a flesh-colored thong (Becca opted for the latter).
My next outfit wasn't actually a dress, but rather a gold satin jumpsuit with a matching belt and a v-neckline. Lilly found a plunging neckline padded bra for me, which was a fascinating piece of engineering which both made me look like I had boobies and also allowed a deep v-cleavage. Plus, the pants portion of the jumpsuit had pockets! I wore the black four-inch stilettos, which I was kinda getting used to.
Then Becca wore a silver slip dress with spaghetti straps and no bra. She looked wonderful in it!
For my seventh dress, Lilly had me in a red plunging halter satin dress. I had NO BRA with this one, but with some additional makeup on my cleavage, it didn't look too bad. The `v' of the neckline came down below my sternum!
For our eight dresses, Lilly switched us back into some more conservative styles. Both Becca and I wore tea-length lace jersey cocktail dresses with full rosette lace skirts, three-quarter sleeves, and matching tie belts. Becca's was in blue and mine in white. Both of us wore somewhat conservative (three-inch) heels, hers in black and mine in a neutral bone color. The necklines of both were V-shaped, but somewhat more conservative with adequate room for a bra. I was surprised that Lilly had us both in the same dress, but she said this was one of her more popular items, and she wanted her customers to see two different looks.
Becca's next one was a dark blue V-neck, A-line short chiffon homecoming dress with spaghetti straps. Again, her boobs allowed for no bra. For me, she had a short tulle homecoming dress in lilac with spaghetti straps, which I wore with a strapless bra and strappy heels.
Our final two dresses were long, elegant evening wear. Becca wore a full-sleeve floor-length mermaid chiffon in dark blue, with a lace top covering one shoulder but off the other and a slit in front of her left leg up to mid-thigh. Again, she didn't need a bra with this, and wore strappy dark blue heels.
My last one was a green (not my best color, but what the heck) ankle-length A-line scoop-neck asymeetrical sequended lace evening dress with one-quarter sleeves. I matched this with my neutral three-inch heels.
Whew! When it was all over, we were exhausted. Time flew by, but with all of the changing and touching up makeup and a dozen poses with each dress, we'd eaten up five hours and a lot of calories. Mom promised us delivery pizza when we got home (yeah!!!), our first thing not cooked with Mom's `survival food' in a couple of weeks. The delivery guys were working out no-touch delivery systems, and apparently we could wipe down the pizza box.
With the changing and helping each other with our makeup, Becca and I had probably seen each other either topless or in our undies more in the last five hours than in our entire lives. Frankly, it was all kinda fun.
Today, we turned into vegetables again. Mom asked how we liked the session, and we both nodded that it was a great change of pace. Mom said that if this worked out for Lilly, we could do it again in a few weeks if we wanted to, and we nodded OK.