I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model. I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and don... shoots for local stores and shows but nothing really special, this is the story of my first unofficial assignment. The last official shoot I did was for a motorcycle magazine, a couple of weeks later that photographer phoned me and said he had a private commission so no need to tell my agent. A client was interested in me doing some work, he. I wanted to make sure I knew how to get there. The complex wasn't hard to find, and right at seven, I was ringing her doorbell. She answered wearing cut-off jeans -- cut very short and high on the leg -- and a white half shirt that didn't do much to contain her bouncing, braless bosoms."Hi, glad you found the place. Dinner is almost ready, but I really need to change. Help yourself, there's beer in the fridge, and I won't be a moment."I wandered into the large apartment and closed the door. .." she whispered. "It's gone, Honey. I'm sorry," her mother stroked her transformedson's soft blonde hair as the young girl burst into tears. Seeing thelook of distress on her son's attractive face, she smiled ruefully."Honey, there are a lot worse things to be right now than a healthyyoung female that's still alive." "But mom, I don't want to be a female for the next six months," thegirl said, trying unsuccessfully to fight back her tears. Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. . He made me lose my mind every time he fucked me. He was so egotistical and narcissistic that I couldn’t stand to be around him if he wasn’t fucking me. A close second was an accounting student. He was a black guy. His dick was a little shorter than Gerry’s, but it was fatter. The first time he fucked me, it felt like he was splitting me in half. Every time we did it, I liked it more. Still, I never felt the emotional heat I was hoping for. The only guy who made sex bad for me was a law school.