Now that it was noon, I needed to shower and get dressed to meet Daddy for the photo shoot. My mind wandered in a frenzy wondering what it would be like seeing Daddy photographing someone else. Who would it be, a man, a woman, or someone like me. It seemed Daddy liked girls like me.
I decided on a short sundress that flared over my hips. It was white with thin spaghetti straps. I looked at myself in the mirror and I had to say I looked hot. I needed to make daddy proud. My clit was excited, not hard, but could be if the wind blew under my dress. I had a laugh, thinking about that old cliche. I decided on wearing no panties, I wanted to look good, but still remain the naughty girl I was known to be. The last choice was shoes. I decided on a pair of heels that Uncle Bernie gave me from Aunt Diane’s closet. They were a bit tall, so I knew I would need to walk slow, but they did fabulous things for my calves. I did a final check of my make up, my eyes looked perfect.
I slowly descended the stairs to the studio’s door. “I thought to myself, mission accomplished, if I can negotiate those stairs, I can walk anywhere.” I knocked on the door and a a male about my age answered.
“Can I help you?” He asked.
“I’m Sara, Adam’s daughter, he wanted me to come down this afternoon.”
“Of course, come right in, he’s just beginning the shoot, come in and have a seat on one of the couches.”
He extended his arm, resting his hand on my back as he guided me to the couch. Daddy looked over and smiled. I smiled back and blew him a kiss with my hand. Everybody in the room looked my way. There was a girl standing on the circular podium dressed in garter belt, stockings, panties and a bra. She has a substantial bulge in her panties. She was a bit older than me. I marveled at her breasts which spilled out of the shelf bra. The bra supported her breasts, but exposed her pink nipples. I was envious. I wished I had breasts, I wished I appeared more feminine. It was eating away at me.
Jane was there as was Peter. Jane was busy, fitting and adjusting the lingerie on the model and Peter was making comments regarding how she should pose. Daddy was taking photos.
I wondered about the model and how old she was. I looked like a bad amateur compared to her. I looked like a sad cross-dresser, I was feeling depressed and out of place. The boy who showed me came and sat next to me.
“Adam said you’d be stopping by, I was looking forward to meeting you, by the way my name is Bryan” He said.
He smiled at me as I said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Bryan. What do you do?”
I help Adam, your father with the shoots, I also work with Jane. Do you know Jane?”
I nodded I did. “Yes, I know Jane, and her niece Carly.”
“Your father speaks about you often, all good of course.”
I smiled back. I thought to myself, “What would he have told Bryan about me and why?”
Bryan was cute in a boyish way. He was slim with a swimmers build and dressed in tight jeans which accentuated a certain bulge in the front of his pants. I was secretly dying to know what he was hiding behind that zipper. Just thinking about it made my clit pulse.
“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked.
I shook my head no and smiled back at him. His smile was infectious.
“You know, your Dad is very proud of you,” Bryan said as he looked at me and again smiled.
I nodded, “Really?”
I wondered when that began? Did he always speak of me? Or was Bryan just trying to get under my dress and see what I had hidden there, as I looked more like a boy in a dress.
“He has always had really nice things to say about you, especially after you moved in with him.”
I nodded again, not sure how to take all this nice talk.
All of a sudden tears were running down my cheeks. I wasn’t sobbing, but I was confused, and feeling inadequate in my looks compared to the model posing with the beautiful breasts. I looked down at my lap, unable to look Bryan in the eye.
Bryan lifted my chin and looked at me, “Sara, you’re beautiful, you’re very sexy too. You are. Come with me. come on.”
Bryan grabbed my hand firmly and pulled me to my feet. For some odd reason I went with him, I didn’t resist. Bryan ushered me into a restroom. He dabbed my cheeks with tissues and then kissed one cheek and then the other. He smiled at me again, that crazy infectious smile. He made me laugh.
“I hate you!” I said.
“Why?”
“You make me smile, you made me laugh when I’m crying.” I said with a pouting face. and then stuck out my tongue at him.”
Bryan seemed to be a genuinely nice guy. Stepping forward he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. I tried not to press my body into him, knowing my clit would grind against him.
“Relax Sara, take a breath, exhale. Don’t compare yourself to the girl out there, she’s been on hormones for years and she makes her living as a Transgender model and actress. She’s at the top of her game for now, but she’s a bitch. No one likes working with her, especially your father.
“Really? Wow! It’s just that I want so bad to look more feminine. I want to live my life as a girl.” I said, as I began crying again.
Bryan held me for what seemed like along time. We swayed with each other to the music coming from the other room.
He made me feel special, he was tender and caring. I knew I was a mess, a confused, conflicted mess. Bryan’s hands fell from around me as I stepped back and sat down on a toilet seat.
“Stand up Sara, lets go check out the shoot.” he said.
I looked up at Bryan who was smiling at me again. There was something about this boy that intrigued me. He was the first male is so long who did not come on to me. He didn’t touch me sexually and didn’t play the macho game of how he was going to fuck me. His smile was pure and genuine, was he really that or after working in with porn models and actresses, was he as jaded as the industry appeared?
Brian and I returned to watch the shoot. The model Jasmine had changed outfits and was now wearing another bra with a garter belt and stockings. The ensemble did not include panties, so her very large clit stood straight up in front of her as Jane adjusted the garters and stockings. I watched as Jane did her adjusting as her eyes were drawn to the large clit hanging inches from her cheek.
Bryan leaned over and asked, “What do you think is going through Jane’s mind right now?
I laughed at his question, and said, “I’m sure she’s thinking about that large thing in front of her. That thing has to be at least 9 inches or more. My jaw would be sore after sucking it. and my ass would be torn up.”
Bryan looked at me and whispered, “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl.”
Ooooooh. I loved a challenge, I loved proving myself in sexual ways. My clit was standing straight up and I wanted Bryan in whatever way he needed me. I grabbed him by his shirt sleeve and attempted to pull him back to the restroom where we had just been. Just before I opened the door, he stopped me.
“Sara, follow me.”
In the darkness of the corridor I followed my new friend to another room. Bryan took a key from his pocket and opened the door. Once the dim lights were turned on, I could see the room was an office with a loveseat.