Forced Model

While sitting at your computer you hear sobbing coming from the room adjacent; it goes on for 20 seconds before you decide to investigate.
    "Hello? is everything alright?" you inquire. The weeping girl jumps in her skin from the boy knocking on her door. "... it's my mannequin. It's broken. I can't finish sizing this dress. The portfolio is due in a few hours..." she sniffles through some short sentences. "Is there anything I can do? Maybe find you a replacement?". Your words inspire an idea in her face. "What is it?" you ask. "You can be my mannequin! Please. Pretty please!" she begs, "It will be quick I promise, once the size is right I can put it on again." she continues. "I'll make it up to you, anything you want." she insists. "Ok ok if it will help you out that much, i'll be your mannequin but be quick and don't tell anyone..."

It didn't take long for you to be standing in her room, nearly naked wearing nothing but panties and a stuffed bra : - 'to get the right shape' she said. It wasn't difficult to put on, the top half had certainly not been finished and you easily stepped right in. However, it was much more difficult to wear out of sheer embarrassment. It was sleek, sophisticated and a deep red. The ruffles definitely added to the feminine style and served to heighten your sheepish feelings. As she worked it started feeling tighter too, around your arms and waist especially, and you could feel your body being shown off.

"I'm finished, thank you so so much." you get ready to speak before she whips out a fancy camera and snaps a few shots. "What? That wasn't part of the deal!" you exclaim. she giggles before moving over to help you remove the dress, "Umm.. " she starts. "I might have made a slight mistake... this isn't going to come off without breaking it." she starts welling up again before she wipes her eyes - "Oh well, it is in an easy fix, you will be my model!" you protest before she reminds you of her pictures, "If you don't help me these pictures won't just be going in my portfolio, if you know what I mean." she continues, "Don't worry I can make you look unrecognizable, if you don't resist." you can't let those pictures get out so you comply...

"Lets get rid of this leg hair first." - she starts shaving your legs, "Phew this is taking forever..." she says to you before texting on her phone. she starts up again shaving for a few minutes before someone knocks on her door. Fear sets in as she goes to open it, then two girls walk in, "Thanks for coming, i'm running behind on schedule and need my model ready." "Hehe, that's no problem we've got ours sorted already." the two girls reply. Your embarrassment just tripled, you were unaware it could heighten any more than it once was. Now you have two girls shaving any exposed skin while the other paints your nails crimson to match your outfit. A few minutes later attention goes to your face, foundation is caked on with bronzer, concealer, highlighter and rose blush to join in too. One girl is plucking your eyebrows, a bit much you think, another is clipping on some hooped earrings but the original girl is sitting back taking pictures of the whole ordeal. The two girls move on to their next task, one coats your eyelids in a light brown tone, the other staining your lips with what you can only assume is the brightest red lipstick in possession. Your eyes continue to be feminized with black eyeliner and plenty of coats of mascara but your focus is currently on the big blonde wig being straddled to your scalp, already curlier and prettier than any real 'do' . The final stage consists of three sprays: one coating your face to make your look last, one to hold your hair in place, and a generous serving of perfume just to make you feel complete. "Time to step into the heels, you'll need some practice for the show in a few hours!" ,  "...Show?..." , "Yeah, you'll be my model for the catwalk, the theme was male models so I thought I'd try this out. Come along now you don't have much choice do you?"

A few hours later, you are sitting backstage; a few men have already gone out although they are much more obviously men, nice suits, interesting designs but none dressed up as a female model of all things! "Next up, the model donning a look more expected on the catwalk, but don't be fooled She isn't all that he seems". You step out from behind the curtains and clip clop along the walkway, laughter and applause fill the room then a thousand flashing lights brighten the room, not that any more pictures will do you harm....


You reunite with your torturer after the show is over, "Guess what we got invited to another show next week! I'm gonna go out even harder this time. I'll call on you soon but for now i'll leave you be; don't forget you're identity is still hidden, for now."