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…

An old sissy friend tg caption fiction


You look so cute, Bent”, Sophie said from her seat on he bed.
Thank you so much for coming with us today“.

Ben had agreed to come along just to spend some time wit: Sophie, who he rarely saw nowadays after she emigrated abroad. This weekend Sophie had retumed to attend the mud lolita meet with some other friends Ben suggested that he could come along too, even trough he had no idea what ‘lolita‘ even was. Sophie agreed but said he’d have to dress to fit in a bit. Ben didn’t expect something so radical.


He had arrived in the morning to get ready for die meet. Sophie had set him a chair, told him to close his eyes and gotta work.
Ben was expecting to wear something like a bed He loween to die meet, but Sophie had picked out some other finest pieces for him to wear. Lucky be two of from were a sim tar size.
After hearty an hour of being satin he chair, Ben opened his eyes and nearty fainted when he saw his reflection rn the mirror Hrs skin was flawiess Me a porcelain dot, marked oriy by two pink eyebrows, tie pump glossy lips and the long lashes and eyeliner hat framed his eyes He also say she had panted his nails a pastel pink to match he lips aid eyebrows. ”Okay
Ben, just a couple more things. i need to pop your contacts in then you car get dressed“.

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Great work, Grace! Let me get a few more and you’re done,” Darren said, as he hurried around Grace, snapping
different angles with his camera. After a dozen clicks of the camera, he announced they were done. Standing up and stretching, Grace moved over to the computer Darren sat behind, eager to see today’s shoot.

Aaron had been living as Grace full time for around four months now and he had done nearly a hundred photoshoots in that time. Mostly latex and fetish shoots, but he still did the occasslonal goth street wear shoot, like he had done for Angel’s Grace so long ago. Aaron eventually lost count of the times he had thought ‘this is my last shoot’ and had finally accepted he was good at being a female model. So Aaron became Grace and everything suddenly became easier.


He no longer had to wear uncomfortable hair extensions because his hair was now naturally long. He dyed it
regularly, altering the colour to suit each shoot. Aaron had left home after an unfriendly reception from his parents about his decision to live as Grace and had moved in with Darren. Grace did a couple of shoots a month in exchange for rent and any extra were pure profit for her. Darren paid for most of her living expenses in exchange for a few favours here and there, which Grace was completely comfortable with. Free stuff was free stuff after all.

ln between shoots, Grace still kept up with Chloe. After all, Chloe was responsible for Grace’s newfound lifestyle and she never forgot that. She knew how insanely jealous Chloe was of Grace ‘5 modelling opportunities and most of their conversations centred around Grace’s photoshoots and whatever Darren had treated her to that week.

Smiling at todays efforts, Grace kissed Darren on the cheek. “What’s the next project, babe?” she asked.

Well,” Darren began, “Do you know a lot about dollification?”

D-dolllficatlon?’ Grace stuttered.

Don’t worry, I’ll explain tomorrow…