I came out and Paul gave me a dirty look."Go back and take the padding out of your crotch. We are not doing this so you can fool the ladies," he snapp...d."I think you just crossed the line with that comment," Kendal said.Her jumping to my defense slowed me down from just kicking his ass. He was on my last nerve, and because of the outfit I had no way of hiding my assets. It was just part of being a model. It was very bad form for a photographer to comment on a guy's package, and attempted. Ival mulai miya kalifa mulai pola miga perithaaga pazhuthu irukum, mulaiyai sirithu neram kasakinen. Pinbu avalai kiss seiya aarambithen, nandraaga kiss seithaal pinbu aval kaiyai pidithu en sunniyai pidika vaithen, sunniyai veliyil eduthu viten. Vetkap patu keezhe guninthaal naan aval thalaiyil kai vaithu en sunniku porumaiyaaga azhuthinen aval udane sunniyai sappa aarambithaal.Aanal ival ena thaan beku pola irunthaalum sexyaaga poolai oombinaal, 7” karupu sunniyai oombi vitu sugam koduthaal.. Myhands were so tiny and childish. Running down my back to my ass was long,black, shiny hair. I traced it up to my face feeling my tiny nose andfull lips. A clean suited figure entered. He or she was gigantic,towering over me as they approached. Choking back my fear I demanded assternly as I could, "Listen..." my voice sounded so tiny and highpitched, I forced myself to continue, "OK, you're turning me into a girl.OK, you decided I needed these ridiculous proportions. But WHY the helldid you. I was the poster girl.And I was very popular.The billboard had an image of me, taken just after I'd finished mytraining. I had long hair. Lustful eyes. My cock had been encased inplastic for four months. I was so horny I would have fucked a table. Mymakeup had been done by a professional. The photos had been shot like Iwas a cover girl.And in case you couldn't be sure, I had a quote, written in pink,handwritten script:"The purpose of a woman is to please a man."I had only been out on the street.