Crossdressing titsie a request fiction


Chris sighed deeply and leaned against the studio ‘s whitewall. a brief moment of
reflection while the photographer reloaded f’dm into his camera. The spotlights
burned hot and he could feel the latex even tighter on his body than normal. like a
second skin that embraced him. coccooned h’nn…that imprisoned him.

Was it al worth it? This reincarnation? He brushed perfectly groomed hair from his
madeup face using a vinyl glove. As a male model. even as attractive as he was.
work had been practically impossible to come by. so much so that he was on the
verge of giving up after an entire month without a single booking. And then it
happened…l guess you have to call it a stroke of luck. on incorrectly labelled model
cal asking for male models for a shoot when it was a job clearly intended for the
fairer sex. He quickly reaesed that none of its intended audience would ever see the
job advert and given his slight build and soft features a unique opportunity had
presented itself for some quick cash.


Okay. Miss Christina, I’m ready for you.” barked the impatient photographer.
Placing one heeled boot carefully infrant of the other. hands on the corset
squeez’ng his rubber-clad hips. Chris strutted over to a symphony of screechs and
crackles coming from his outfit. Latex… That first shoot seemed so long ago now…
That first session with his slbn angular body stuffed into a red latex catsuit had
some how msorne how gone viral and made him a star. An unlikely chance intended
to make a quick buck had snowballed into an internet sensation and the phone was
ringing off the hook with agents wanting to work with latex queen Christ’ma Rela.
Put your hands on the stool. bend down and give us a nice rearview.” the
photographer ordered as Chris complied. presenting his shiny ass up to the camera
in humiliating fashion. Of course. even though now he was making a lot of money.
maintaining his cover took a lot of work. He had no choice but to dress as woman in
public full time. usually in the kind of suggestive outfits that people would expect
to see on a sexy latex model. Then there were the hormone pills. it was easy to pass
them off as diet pils. he was a model after ad. but they were necessary to give his
shape a feminine curviness if he was to conceal his identity. and top of these came
all the grooming and pampering that a beautiful woman needed to stay beautiful.
Okay… ‘ the photographer called loudly for his attention. ‘… we ‘re going to bring in
some of the others. see if we can get some hot girl-on.girl pictures. ‘ Chris pressed
his glossy lips together firmly to hide his delight. St’dl. he thought to himself. this job
had some perks…