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Write too much and now I have to split the story up in more parts. Oh well. Happy Tuesday to everyone reading this.

Check out part 1 here:
www.deviantart.com/creekybridg…

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Alan opened his eyes noticing he slept in the jeans and jumper he wore last night. He must of passed out. He noticed Candy had already woken up and was probably downstairs. He heard his stomach growl like a tiger, he hadn’t eaten yesterday after being too caught up in his emotions. Alan precariously slid his way down to the kitchen, spotting Candy, Sophie and Mia crowded around a glass dining table. “I see sleepyhead finally woke up” Candy announced as Alan opened the fridge. “Hey, your breakfast is already plated up here ” Candy stated pointing to a plate adorned with fresh strawberries embedded in a cream yogurt. “Aww thanks bestie” Alan lied, he would have never eaten anything this healthy for breakfast usually. He sat down on the table directly next to Candy, watching as Sophie didn’t peer her face up from her face. Alan remembered what occurred between the two yesterday, feeling a slight sense of grief. As Alan tucked into his breakfast, Mia and Candy chatted away about something Alan really didn’t care about, he was just focused on how Sophie didn’t even join the conversation. He couldn’t believe he actually felt guilty, he usually didn’t care if someone felt offended by what he said.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry about what I said. I was just really upset” Alan announced across the table. Sophie lifted her head, a spark of energy induced into her. “I know how you can make up for it Amy” Sophie stated as she got out out of her chair over to Alan. “Cmon, let’s go!” Sophie announced as she took Alan’s hand and dragged him into her room. “Huh? What are we doing?” Alan questioned. “Your going to apologise to me by being my model for the day.” Sophie said sinisterly. “Okay, nothing too far.” Alan said in an annoyed tone, dreading what was about to occur. “Your going to look perfect” Sophie giggled. “So first we’re gonna need a pretty outfit from your closet” Sophie stated as she walked over to Candy’s and Alan’s shared bedroom. “Shit, I haven’t gotten any clothes in my wardrobe. Surely she will find that suspicious” Alan thought. Sophie reached the wardrobe before Alan even entered the room, Alan tried to speed up to her but she was practically already there. Sophie opened Candy’s wardrobe by accident before moving over to Alan’s allocated side, where only the pink nightie he wore yesterday hanged. “Amy, is this all your clothes?” Sophie said shocked. “I was suppose to go the mall yesterday but I forgot” Alan lied. “Even better, tomorrow I will take you on a mall day with the all of the girls” Sophie smiled. Alan groaned internally, the notes of Sophie’s voice shattering his heart. “I can go myself today” Alan argued, trying to get out of tortuous mall day pending tomorrow. “That’s no fun, we girls will help you pick outfits. I actually can’t wait for it now.” Sophie pleaded. Alan cursed internally, that sounded awful. “Right for today, your gonna have to wear something out of my wardrobe.” Sophie stated as she dragged him into her room. Sophie opened her large walk-in closet, revealing a myriad of sparkly dresses, miniskirts, form-fitting leggings and crop tops. Alan started to worry about what she was gonna pick out, hoping it weren’t too drastic. “Here you go” Sophie announced, passing Alan a heap of clothes. Alan walked into to the bathroom before examining the clothes, the clothes consisted of a pink panties with a matching pink CC bra, blue booty shorts and a white crop top. Alan winced at the clothing selection before reluctantly starting to pull everything on. He realised he still had the white panty set on from yesterday, his member must of been crying trapped in there. He replaced the white panties for the pink panties, his member only able to breathe for a couple of seconds between the switch. The pink panties actually felt softer than the white panties, they felt more snug as well than the average boxer pair. Alan slapped himself in the face, as he realised he thought they felt nicer than his boxers. What was he thinking? He needed to get out of this dorm before it impacted his thinking anymore. He moved on to the pink bra; he unattached the white bra which liberated his fake breasts momentarily before picking up the pink bra. He played around with its strings, attempting to weave it around his chest. However, he just couldn’t figure how to put it on, the strings just seemed to be in the wrong position every time he tried. There was a knock on the door, “Amy, what’s the hold up for” Sophie said on the other side. His mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, what was he going to do? In a sudden decision, he quickly pulled up the booty shorts up his legs. He felt some mass was missing from the back of the shorts shorts, a tad loose as they were clearly designed to hug some rear. “At least they fit somewhat” he muttered as he noticed his fresh shaven legs felt cold as they were exposed with little insulation. “Right I’m coming in Amy!” Sophie announced as the door swung open, Alan quickly hid his tits with his arm. “Relax, you don’t have to hide them, we’re both girls here” Sophie giggled smiling. “So what’s the problem, anyways” Sophie questioned. Alan blushed, looking down at the bra lying on the floor. “You don’t know how to put on a bra? Did your mother not teach you when you were younger” Sophie stated. “Shit, she was catching on to his real identity” he thought to himself, continuing to look at the floor. “It’s okay Amy, I will teach you know. Your soppy look is really cute by the way” Sophie whispered into his ear, picking up the pink bra. “Move your arm first, I can’t teach you with your arm in the way” Sophie demanded. Alan breathed a deep breath of air,hoping she didn’t recognise they were fake the breasts he were hiding . He slowly moved his arm away, letting the fake weight on his chest hang freely. “Hehehe, you’ve got a good pair girlie” Sophie stated cleaning her top lip with her tongue. “Wtf, did she just lick her lips?”The voice in his mind echoed. Alan tried not to think about it and was glad that she did not pick up on the fact that they were fake. Meanwhile, Sophie clasped the bra around his chest before pulling on the crop top on his body. The crop top revealed his waist and tummy, they weren’t as curvy as a female’s but were slim enough to not look ridiculous. Sophie took a couple steps away from Alan, examining his outfit. “Gorgeous” she yelped, his flustered look deepened as Sophie complimented him. “Okay you’re all dressed up now sweetie. The next thing we’re going to do is a surprise you’ll love.” Sophie announced taking a blindfold out of her pocket. Alan’s dread now consumed him as she pinned the blindfold around his eyes, “WTF she going to do now?” He questioned in his mind.

Alan heard the rolling of tires, the whistle of an engine and the force of brakes. Was he in a car? Where was he being taken? His body jeered around like he was on a rollercoaster, oscillating side to side, up and down as his body was tossed around like a rag doll. He flung his arms out in panic to feel where he was, rubbing his hand again the plasticky surface of the glove department of the car. “Hey, your safe, Im right next to you”. Sophie informed as she stretched her free hand onto his thigh. Her hand warmed the skin next to it, jolts of comfortableness shot to his mind as he breathe slowed. Did her touch just make him calmer? That’s so weird, why would he care? Alan contemplated the situation, he should be the knight in shining armour, but felt nothing less than a princess.

“Right, we’re here” Sophie stated as she dragged Alan out the car, leading him into a building. Alan felt the floor change beneath him, his feet now walking on a tiled surface from a concrete pavement. He was sat down in a chair which was yanked upwards to raise him off the ground. Suddenly Sophie took off his blindfold leaving him staring at a mirror with his own reflection. “Did I mention I worked here? My first appointment today is with a girl called Amy” Sophie smirked. Alan took in the several bays of washing basins, assortment of various makeup products and series of wigs hanging on the side of a wall. “Oh shit I’m in a salon” he realised in his mind. “Let’s start” Sophie stated as wrapped some black covers around him to prevent spilling anything onto his clothes. “Wait, wouldn’t she now know I’m wearing a wig” he thought to himself as she started brushing it. Alan waited until she noticed, but she just didn’t seem to pick up on it as she played around with it. How did she not not realise? Alan just thought he was just lucky as she sprayed some hairspray onto his wig. Her brush kept going up and down the length of the wig, somewhat memorising as he felt it’s rhythmic path slightly pulling at his scalp. Uh why is it so soothing? His worries slowly released themselves as he closed his eyes. He reopened his eyes but the stroke of her brush on his hair quickly forced them shut again. He tried to reopen them again, this time though his eyelids remain sealed.

Alan awoke staring into a mirror. “Who’s the hell is that?” Alan outburst. “It’s you, stupid” Sophie giggled. Alan took in his reflection, there staring directly back at him was a girl with braided, blonde pigtails with heavy, glossed up makeup. His lips were painted bubblegum pink, his cheeks covered in some light foundation, and his eyelashes fluttered with fairy wings. He looked like a girl on the cheerleader’s team. “That’s me?” Alan squealed. “Uh huh, you like it girl?” Sophie questioned. Alan internally hated it but couldn’t tell Sophie that, “it’s amazing, thank you sis”. Sophie smiled widely behind him, she looked genuinely happy. Her happiness lit a candle deep inside of him, he was glad someone was enjoying this. He wouldn’t usually care about other people’s feelings but he couldn’t help himself from smiling back in reaction to Sophie’s smile. “Let’s take some photos of you” snapped Sophie as she wielded Alan out of his seat. Alan was guided to a white room surrounded by intimidatingly tall spotlight cameras which populated each corner, the cameras themselves looked like aerial towers in a farmer’s field. Alan was ushered to stand in a specific spot of the room as Sophie activated the cameras. “Firstly, I want you to crane your neck down whilst you play with your hair”. Alan reluctantly yanked his neck down, making a L shape with his body. He felt the weight of his artificial breasts pull downwards as he held onto one of his pigtails. “Okay hold that position 3…2…1… done”. Sophie looked at the photo captured, “looking stunning sis, now onto the next one” Sophie announced. “This time have your hands down behind your back with your mouth hanging open”. Mouth hanging open? Why did she want me to do that? Alan knew it was better to comply than to argue, so he opened his mouth agape whilst his arms disappeared behind his back. “Omg perfect again! Hold still 3…2…1…” *flash*. Sophie examined the photo, her eyes dilating in bliss. “I’m so eating her up” Sophie whispered in her mind. “Okay last one, have your body facing away from the camera with your face turned towards it. This was simple enough Alan thought, twisting his body to match Sophie’s instructions. “This okay?” Alan asked, hurrying to finish the modelling session. “Maybe arch your back slightly” Sophie suggested. Alan compelled, arching his back which pushed his ass out. “Yep hold that” Sophie announced excitedly. “3…2…1” *flash. Again, Sophie darted her eyes to the photo taken, “I’m deffo saving that one, best one of the lot” Sophie murmured under her breath. “Did you say something?” Alan questioned, swearing he heard something come from her mouth. “Oh nothing … I was just thinking what a perfect model you are” Sophie stated tentatively. Alan picked up on how strange Sophie was acting, why did she stagger her line? Alan just ignored her behaviour for now, he was just grateful that the modelling was over as Sophie closed down the cameras.

“Did you enjoy the session?” Sophie commerced. Alan’s mind was fixed upon the embarrassment of the modelling session; the way he positioned his body, the way his hair was styled into two blonde pigtails like a bimbos, they way he just listened to Sophie’s demands . “Ammyyy … are you daydreaming, you’re such a ditz.” Sophie laughed as she clicked her fingers in front of Alan’s eyes, waking up Alan from his mind whirl. “I’m sorry … I was just thinking” Alan slowly replied. “Anything wrong? If it makes you feel better, you were a master at modelling” Sophie stated as she glared into Alan’s heavily made-up eyes. “If” he repeated within his head, “it doesn’t” he finally concluded, but this thought didn’t leave his brain. Alan took a deep breath, “It’s just my first time doing this sort of thing, I’m sort of a tomboy and I never really had any friends before…”. Alan prayed the excuse worked, in the end he weren’t lying except that he weren’t a tomboy but an actual boy. “Oh I hope I haven’t pushed you too far, you’re just really cute and soft.” The blush on his face deepened, it was a compliment but not one he really wanted. “How about I take us to Starbucks for your reward? Sophie asked. He was impulsed to reject the idea, then a cascade of thoughts about last night replayed in his mind, would she get upset again if he said no. His mind was in turmoil, he really wanted to get to the dorm; to escape, but then he would feel guilty again. “Sure” he tentatively answered.

Sophie’s car pulled up to a local Starbucks just on the outskirts of the college. Alan slowly slid his way out of her car. What had he gotten himself into This would be the first and hopefully last time he be going out in public as a girl, or at least looking like a girl. He followed carefully behind Sophie as she walked towards the entrance door, he realised Sophie was pretty tall for a girl being at least around 5’10, he was basically the same height or perhaps even shorter than her. Strange, he swore he was taller a day ago. The two entered the cafe, Sophie lead Alan to a table to sit down on whilst she ordered the drinks. “What drink do you want?” Sophie asked . “Uhm…” he would usually go for just a hot chocolate but didn’t think that would be fitting. “An iced tea would do” Alan finally remarked. “Typical for a basic sorority girl” Sophie giggled.

Alan watched as Sophie ordered, he saw a pair of muscular jocks were in the cafe with them. The pair seemed to be staring directly at him, and worse they were walking over to him. Alan tightened his body, naively looking at his phone in attempt to not give the jocks any attention. “Please no” Alan whispered under his breath as the jocks inched closer and closer to him. “Hey girl, whatcha ya doing?”, they said in unison, flexing their biceps. Alan stared directly down, cheeks flushed with red, ignoring the pair as he swiped on his phone. “Playing hard to get I see! Because I can play hard as well” one of the jocks winked, disgust filling up Alan’s mind. “God make this stop” he thought to himself, feeling like a fresh piece of meat in front of a pair of hungry lions. “Leave her alone, you pervs!” Sophie grabbed the jocks’ collars and pulled them back. “Fine whatever, you know you wanted us” the jocks said as they shyly exited the cafe in defeat.

“I’m so sorry Amy, I shouldn’t left you with them jerks” Sophie apologised. “Thanks for shoeing them away, I’m just not interested in men” said Alan timidly. “Shit” Alan thought to what he said, did he just out himself to her, that he isn’t really a girl and has been larping this whole time? Sophie raised her eyebrow and slyly smirked “I presumed so”. Huh what does that mean? Did she know he was a boy all this time and just been going along with it. “Don’t be ashamed, it’s fine that you are a lesbian” Sophie stated grabbing Alan’s manicured hand. “Oh yeah lesbians exist” Alan thought to himself relieved, “well it’s still true I’m attracted to girls, just not as a girl I guess. So it’s not really a lie either” Alan also thought to himself. “Wait, why would Sophie guess he or she was a lesbian? Oh well, better not question” another one of Alan’s thoughts. “Thanks Sophie” Alan tried to say more confidently, happy he weren’t caught again.

Alan and Sophie sipped away at their drinks, brushing off the incident. Whilst, Sophie showcased her salon’s Instagram page to Alan, showing all sort of models with different makeups, hairstyles and clothes. “Your honestly my favourite model though, after all you looked stunning” Sophie said showing the uploaded model pictures of Alan or rather Amy. The pictures were quite revealing or slutty in some sense, promoting some of a girl’s typical assets, but that was pretty expected of modelling. “I think I should definitely style you again, if you are willing to of course” Sophie toned commandingly. “Yeah maybe” Alan said hesitantly, he wished he’d never have to model again. Eventually they finished their drinks, Alan not quite minding the ice tea, actual he could see why some girls picked it.

Sophie followed behind Alan as they went to re-enter Sophie’s car. Alan was insistent that Sophie would lead but Sophie made an excuse to follow behind him instead. Alan gulped as it meant that he had to try and walk as femininely as possible. He attempted to sway his hips, placing a foot in front of the other, unsure of how convincing he was. He opened the car door with passion, finally he would go “home”.

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Description
Write too much and now I have to split the story up in more parts. Oh well. Happy Tuesday to everyone reading this.

Check out part 1 here:
www.deviantart.com/creekybridg…

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Alan opened his eyes noticing he slept in the jeans and jumper he wore last night. He must of passed out. He noticed Candy had already woken up and was probably downstairs. He heard his stomach growl like a tiger, he hadn’t eaten yesterday after being too caught up in his emotions. Alan precariously slid his way down to the kitchen, spotting Candy, Sophie and Mia crowded around a glass dining table. “I see sleepyhead finally woke up” Candy announced as Alan opened the fridge. “Hey, your breakfast is already plated up here ” Candy stated pointing to a plate adorned with fresh strawberries embedded in a cream yogurt. “Aww thanks bestie” Alan lied, he would have never eaten anything this healthy for breakfast usually. He sat down on the table directly next to Candy, watching as Sophie didn’t peer her face up from her face. Alan remembered what occurred between the two yesterday, feeling a slight sense of grief. As Alan tucked into his breakfast, Mia and Candy chatted away about something Alan really didn’t care about, he was just focused on how Sophie didn’t even join the conversation. He couldn’t believe he actually felt guilty, he usually didn’t care if someone felt offended by what he said.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry about what I said. I was just really upset” Alan announced across the table. Sophie lifted her head, a spark of energy induced into her. “I know how you can make up for it Amy” Sophie stated as she got out out of her chair over to Alan. “Cmon, let’s go!” Sophie announced as she took Alan’s hand and dragged him into her room. “Huh? What are we doing?” Alan questioned. “Your going to apologise to me by being my model for the day.” Sophie said sinisterly. “Okay, nothing too far.” Alan said in an annoyed tone, dreading what was about to occur. “Your going to look perfect” Sophie giggled. “So first we’re gonna need a pretty outfit from your closet” Sophie stated as she walked over to Candy’s and Alan’s shared bedroom. “Shit, I haven’t gotten any clothes in my wardrobe. Surely she will find that suspicious” Alan thought. Sophie reached the wardrobe before Alan even entered the room, Alan tried to speed up to her but she was practically already there. Sophie opened Candy’s wardrobe by accident before moving over to Alan’s allocated side, where only the pink nightie he wore yesterday hanged. “Amy, is this all your clothes?” Sophie said shocked. “I was suppose to go the mall yesterday but I forgot” Alan lied. “Even better, tomorrow I will take you on a mall day with the all of the girls” Sophie smiled. Alan groaned internally, the notes of Sophie’s voice shattering his heart. “I can go myself today” Alan argued, trying to get out of tortuous mall day pending tomorrow. “That’s no fun, we girls will help you pick outfits. I actually can’t wait for it now.” Sophie pleaded. Alan cursed internally, that sounded awful. “Right for today, your gonna have to wear something out of my wardrobe.” Sophie stated as she dragged him into her room. Sophie opened her large walk-in closet, revealing a myriad of sparkly dresses, miniskirts, form-fitting leggings and crop tops. Alan started to worry about what she was gonna pick out, hoping it weren’t too drastic. “Here you go” Sophie announced, passing Alan a heap of clothes. Alan walked into to the bathroom before examining the clothes, the clothes consisted of a pink panties with a matching pink CC bra, blue booty shorts and a white crop top. Alan winced at the clothing selection before reluctantly starting to pull everything on. He realised he still had the white panty set on from yesterday, his member must of been crying trapped in there. He replaced the white panties for the pink panties, his member only able to breathe for a couple of seconds between the switch. The pink panties actually felt softer than the white panties, they felt more snug as well than the average boxer pair. Alan slapped himself in the face, as he realised he thought they felt nicer than his boxers. What was he thinking? He needed to get out of this dorm before it impacted his thinking anymore. He moved on to the pink bra; he unattached the white bra which liberated his fake breasts momentarily before picking up the pink bra. He played around with its strings, attempting to weave it around his chest. However, he just couldn’t figure how to put it on, the strings just seemed to be in the wrong position every time he tried. There was a knock on the door, “Amy, what’s the hold up for” Sophie said on the other side. His mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, what was he going to do? In a sudden decision, he quickly pulled up the booty shorts up his legs. He felt some mass was missing from the back of the shorts shorts, a tad loose as they were clearly designed to hug some rear. “At least they fit somewhat” he muttered as he noticed his fresh shaven legs felt cold as they were exposed with little insulation. “Right I’m coming in Amy!” Sophie announced as the door swung open, Alan quickly hid his tits with his arm. “Relax, you don’t have to hide them, we’re both girls here” Sophie giggled smiling. “So what’s the problem, anyways” Sophie questioned. Alan blushed, looking down at the bra lying on the floor. “You don’t know how to put on a bra? Did your mother not teach you when you were younger” Sophie stated. “Shit, she was catching on to his real identity” he thought to himself, continuing to look at the floor. “It’s okay Amy, I will teach you know. Your soppy look is really cute by the way” Sophie whispered into his ear, picking up the pink bra. “Move your arm first, I can’t teach you with your arm in the way” Sophie demanded. Alan breathed a deep breath of air,hoping she didn’t recognise they were fake the breasts he were hiding . He slowly moved his arm away, letting the fake weight on his chest hang freely. “Hehehe, you’ve got a good pair girlie” Sophie stated cleaning her top lip with her tongue. “Wtf, did she just lick her lips?”The voice in his mind echoed. Alan tried not to think about it and was glad that she did not pick up on the fact that they were fake. Meanwhile, Sophie clasped the bra around his chest before pulling on the crop top on his body. The crop top revealed his waist and tummy, they weren’t as curvy as a female’s but were slim enough to not look ridiculous. Sophie took a couple steps away from Alan, examining his outfit. “Gorgeous” she yelped, his flustered look deepened as Sophie complimented him. “Okay you’re all dressed up now sweetie. The next thing we’re going to do is a surprise you’ll love.” Sophie announced taking a blindfold out of her pocket. Alan’s dread now consumed him as she pinned the blindfold around his eyes, “WTF she going to do now?” He questioned in his mind.

Alan heard the rolling of tires, the whistle of an engine and the force of brakes. Was he in a car? Where was he being taken? His body jeered around like he was on a rollercoaster, oscillating side to side, up and down as his body was tossed around like a rag doll. He flung his arms out in panic to feel where he was, rubbing his hand again the plasticky surface of the glove department of the car. “Hey, your safe, Im right next to you”. Sophie informed as she stretched her free hand onto his thigh. Her hand warmed the skin next to it, jolts of comfortableness shot to his mind as he breathe slowed. Did her touch just make him calmer? That’s so weird, why would he care? Alan contemplated the situation, he should be the knight in shining armour, but felt nothing less than a princess.

“Right, we’re here” Sophie stated as she dragged Alan out the car, leading him into a building. Alan felt the floor change beneath him, his feet now walking on a tiled surface from a concrete pavement. He was sat down in a chair which was yanked upwards to raise him off the ground. Suddenly Sophie took off his blindfold leaving him staring at a mirror with his own reflection. “Did I mention I worked here? My first appointment today is with a girl called Amy” Sophie smirked. Alan took in the several bays of washing basins, assortment of various makeup products and series of wigs hanging on the side of a wall. “Oh shit I’m in a salon” he realised in his mind. “Let’s start” Sophie stated as wrapped some black covers around him to prevent spilling anything onto his clothes. “Wait, wouldn’t she now know I’m wearing a wig” he thought to himself as she started brushing it. Alan waited until she noticed, but she just didn’t seem to pick up on it as she played around with it. How did she not not realise? Alan just thought he was just lucky as she sprayed some hairspray onto his wig. Her brush kept going up and down the length of the wig, somewhat memorising as he felt it’s rhythmic path slightly pulling at his scalp. Uh why is it so soothing? His worries slowly released themselves as he closed his eyes. He reopened his eyes but the stroke of her brush on his hair quickly forced them shut again. He tried to reopen them again, this time though his eyelids remain sealed.

Alan awoke staring into a mirror. “Who’s the hell is that?” Alan outburst. “It’s you, stupid” Sophie giggled. Alan took in his reflection, there staring directly back at him was a girl with braided, blonde pigtails with heavy, glossed up makeup. His lips were painted bubblegum pink, his cheeks covered in some light foundation, and his eyelashes fluttered with fairy wings. He looked like a girl on the cheerleader’s team. “That’s me?” Alan squealed. “Uh huh, you like it girl?” Sophie questioned. Alan internally hated it but couldn’t tell Sophie that, “it’s amazing, thank you sis”. Sophie smiled widely behind him, she looked genuinely happy. Her happiness lit a candle deep inside of him, he was glad someone was enjoying this. He wouldn’t usually care about other people’s feelings but he couldn’t help himself from smiling back in reaction to Sophie’s smile. “Let’s take some photos of you” snapped Sophie as she wielded Alan out of his seat. Alan was guided to a white room surrounded by intimidatingly tall spotlight cameras which populated each corner, the cameras themselves looked like aerial towers in a farmer’s field. Alan was ushered to stand in a specific spot of the room as Sophie activated the cameras. “Firstly, I want you to crane your neck down whilst you play with your hair”. Alan reluctantly yanked his neck down, making a L shape with his body. He felt the weight of his artificial breasts pull downwards as he held onto one of his pigtails. “Okay hold that position 3…2…1… done”. Sophie looked at the photo captured, “looking stunning sis, now onto the next one” Sophie announced. “This time have your hands down behind your back with your mouth hanging open”. Mouth hanging open? Why did she want me to do that? Alan knew it was better to comply than to argue, so he opened his mouth agape whilst his arms disappeared behind his back. “Omg perfect again! Hold still 3…2…1…” *flash*. Sophie examined the photo, her eyes dilating in bliss. “I’m so eating her up” Sophie whispered in her mind. “Okay last one, have your body facing away from the camera with your face turned towards it. This was simple enough Alan thought, twisting his body to match Sophie’s instructions. “This okay?” Alan asked, hurrying to finish the modelling session. “Maybe arch your back slightly” Sophie suggested. Alan compelled, arching his back which pushed his ass out. “Yep hold that” Sophie announced excitedly. “3…2…1” *flash. Again, Sophie darted her eyes to the photo taken, “I’m deffo saving that one, best one of the lot” Sophie murmured under her breath. “Did you say something?” Alan questioned, swearing he heard something come from her mouth. “Oh nothing … I was just thinking what a perfect model you are” Sophie stated tentatively. Alan picked up on how strange Sophie was acting, why did she stagger her line? Alan just ignored her behaviour for now, he was just grateful that the modelling was over as Sophie closed down the cameras.

“Did you enjoy the session?” Sophie commerced. Alan’s mind was fixed upon the embarrassment of the modelling session; the way he positioned his body, the way his hair was styled into two blonde pigtails like a bimbos, they way he just listened to Sophie’s demands . “Ammyyy … are you daydreaming, you’re such a ditz.” Sophie laughed as she clicked her fingers in front of Alan’s eyes, waking up Alan from his mind whirl. “I’m sorry … I was just thinking” Alan slowly replied. “Anything wrong? If it makes you feel better, you were a master at modelling” Sophie stated as she glared into Alan’s heavily made-up eyes. “If” he repeated within his head, “it doesn’t” he finally concluded, but this thought didn’t leave his brain. Alan took a deep breath, “It’s just my first time doing this sort of thing, I’m sort of a tomboy and I never really had any friends before…”. Alan prayed the excuse worked, in the end he weren’t lying except that he weren’t a tomboy but an actual boy. “Oh I hope I haven’t pushed you too far, you’re just really cute and soft.” The blush on his face deepened, it was a compliment but not one he really wanted. “How about I take us to Starbucks for your reward? Sophie asked. He was impulsed to reject the idea, then a cascade of thoughts about last night replayed in his mind, would she get upset again if he said no. His mind was in turmoil, he really wanted to get to the dorm; to escape, but then he would feel guilty again. “Sure” he tentatively answered.

Sophie’s car pulled up to a local Starbucks just on the outskirts of the college. Alan slowly slid his way out of her car. What had he gotten himself into This would be the first and hopefully last time he be going out in public as a girl, or at least looking like a girl. He followed carefully behind Sophie as she walked towards the entrance door, he realised Sophie was pretty tall for a girl being at least around 5’10, he was basically the same height or perhaps even shorter than her. Strange, he swore he was taller a day ago. The two entered the cafe, Sophie lead Alan to a table to sit down on whilst she ordered the drinks. “What drink do you want?” Sophie asked . “Uhm…” he would usually go for just a hot chocolate but didn’t think that would be fitting. “An iced tea would do” Alan finally remarked. “Typical for a basic sorority girl” Sophie giggled.

Alan watched as Sophie ordered, he saw a pair of muscular jocks were in the cafe with them. The pair seemed to be staring directly at him, and worse they were walking over to him. Alan tightened his body, naively looking at his phone in attempt to not give the jocks any attention. “Please no” Alan whispered under his breath as the jocks inched closer and closer to him. “Hey girl, whatcha ya doing?”, they said in unison, flexing their biceps. Alan stared directly down, cheeks flushed with red, ignoring the pair as he swiped on his phone. “Playing hard to get I see! Because I can play hard as well” one of the jocks winked, disgust filling up Alan’s mind. “God make this stop” he thought to himself, feeling like a fresh piece of meat in front of a pair of hungry lions. “Leave her alone, you pervs!” Sophie grabbed the jocks’ collars and pulled them back. “Fine whatever, you know you wanted us” the jocks said as they shyly exited the cafe in defeat.

“I’m so sorry Amy, I shouldn’t left you with them jerks” Sophie apologised. “Thanks for shoeing them away, I’m just not interested in men” said Alan timidly. “Shit” Alan thought to what he said, did he just out himself to her, that he isn’t really a girl and has been larping this whole time? Sophie raised her eyebrow and slyly smirked “I presumed so”. Huh what does that mean? Did she know he was a boy all this time and just been going along with it. “Don’t be ashamed, it’s fine that you are a lesbian” Sophie stated grabbing Alan’s manicured hand. “Oh yeah lesbians exist” Alan thought to himself relieved, “well it’s still true I’m attracted to girls, just not as a girl I guess. So it’s not really a lie either” Alan also thought to himself. “Wait, why would Sophie guess he or she was a lesbian? Oh well, better not question” another one of Alan’s thoughts. “Thanks Sophie” Alan tried to say more confidently, happy he weren’t caught again.

Alan and Sophie sipped away at their drinks, brushing off the incident. Whilst, Sophie showcased her salon’s Instagram page to Alan, showing all sort of models with different makeups, hairstyles and clothes. “Your honestly my favourite model though, after all you looked stunning” Sophie said showing the uploaded model pictures of Alan or rather Amy. The pictures were quite revealing or slutty in some sense, promoting some of a girl’s typical assets, but that was pretty expected of modelling. “I think I should definitely style you again, if you are willing to of course” Sophie toned commandingly. “Yeah maybe” Alan said hesitantly, he wished he’d never have to model again. Eventually they finished their drinks, Alan not quite minding the ice tea, actual he could see why some girls picked it.

Sophie followed behind Alan as they went to re-enter Sophie’s car. Alan was insistent that Sophie would lead but Sophie made an excuse to follow behind him instead. Alan gulped as it meant that he had to try and walk as femininely as possible. He attempted to sway his hips, placing a foot in front of the other, unsure of how convincing he was. He opened the car door with passion, finally he would go “home”.

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