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At a party, I met a photographer. After I showed interest and asked questions about his work he asked me “Would you like to be a male model?”
“Well, I should think if I was a model it should still be obvious that I am a man so I don’t see why you have to say: MALE model.” I replied sarcastically.
  “Hehe, OK, would you like to be a model then? I had a model cancel on me for a photoshoot tomorrow and I think it might suit you.”
  “Yeah ok, I will give being a model a go then thanks.”
  When I turned up at his studio there was a corner painted matte white with lots of lights, cameras on tripods and some large mirrors for models to check themselves in. The photographer handed me a leather tunic. “Here, take off all your clothes and put this on.” I examined it, so he reassured me “Don’t worry you will look cool like a barbarian.”
So I went behind a curtain stripped and slipped the black leather vest over my head. When I came out he told me to stand in the middle of the lights. “What kind of pose do you want?” I asked.
  “Just wait there a minute.” He said but he did not seem to be getting anything ready just looking through his viewfinders. After just standing there a minute the leather vest started feeling very tight especially around my waist as if it was squeezing me. “Feels like this is shrinking.” I said.
  “Don’t worry, that’s normal.” Said the photographer. The leather tunic continued to get tighter. I found it hard to breathe. My brown hair started getting in my eyes. I looked in one of the mirrors and it looked like my hair was getting longer while the rest of me was getting smaller, except my hips, they seemed to be getting wider while my legs became skinnier. Suddenly I felt like I had been kicked in the balls with the sensation of my man parts being yanked inside me, I felt my internal organs wriggling around, I lost balance and fell on my bum. I watched all the hairs on my arms and legs fall out and become smooth. In the mirror, I saw my stubble disappear leaving my face become small, pretty and smooth, with my brown hair now reaching my shoulders. I felt the leather getting tighter again, this time around my chest as two hemispheres swelled up stretching the leather. I looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, then at the photographer who was just calmly taking photos. “What the hell just happened? I am a pretty little woman now!” I gasped.
  “Here you can get some of your height back with these.” He said as he tossed at me a pair of red sandals with raised 5-inch heels. “But first let's do some more lying down shots.”
I obediently put on the heels and posed for his camera following instructions, fearful of what else he might be able to do to me if I disobeyed. When we moved on to standing poses I had to quickly learn how to balance in the stilt-like shoes he had given me. Afterwards, he reassured me “Don’t worry I can get you a new passport. I have a contact in MI5, but he will want a night with you in return. Just sign this modelling contract and I will sort it all out.” After deciding on a new name I signed the contract without reading it. “Do you live alone?” he asked.
  “Yes.” I replied.
  “Cool you can wear those clothes home if you like, return them tomorrow after you have done some shopping. Here is your pay for today.” He handed me an envelope of cash. I had no pockets so I stuffed it with my keys between my breasts. The photographer escorted me home, I had to lean on his arm quite a few times teetering in those stilt heeled shoes but by the time I got home I was proud of becoming a lot better balanced and stable. Back at home, I sent some Emails to my friends and family telling them I had a job in another country and had to leave at short notice. I did not think I could convince anyone who I am, and I did not want to become known as a crazy woman and a suspect in a missing person investigation. Later in the evening, I noticed the photographer had posted the video of my transformation on Youtube. Most of the comments were all talking about how well computers could do morphing these days. The photographer said that it was done with a “Deep learning AI algorithm.” Other comments were asking who the pretty model was. My new name was already becoming known. The photographer returned with a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

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At a party, I met a photographer. After I showed interest and asked questions about his work he asked me “Would you like to be a male model?”
“Well, I should think if I was a model it should still be obvious that I am a man so I don’t see why you have to say: MALE model.” I replied sarcastically.
  “Hehe, OK, would you like to be a model then? I had a model cancel on me for a photoshoot tomorrow and I think it might suit you.”
  “Yeah ok, I will give being a model a go then thanks.”
  When I turned up at his studio there was a corner painted matte white with lots of lights, cameras on tripods and some large mirrors for models to check themselves in. The photographer handed me a leather tunic. “Here, take off all your clothes and put this on.” I examined it, so he reassured me “Don’t worry you will look cool like a barbarian.”
So I went behind a curtain stripped and slipped the black leather vest over my head. When I came out he told me to stand in the middle of the lights. “What kind of pose do you want?” I asked.
  “Just wait there a minute.” He said but he did not seem to be getting anything ready just looking through his viewfinders. After just standing there a minute the leather vest started feeling very tight especially around my waist as if it was squeezing me. “Feels like this is shrinking.” I said.
  “Don’t worry, that’s normal.” Said the photographer. The leather tunic continued to get tighter. I found it hard to breathe. My brown hair started getting in my eyes. I looked in one of the mirrors and it looked like my hair was getting longer while the rest of me was getting smaller, except my hips, they seemed to be getting wider while my legs became skinnier. Suddenly I felt like I had been kicked in the balls with the sensation of my man parts being yanked inside me, I felt my internal organs wriggling around, I lost balance and fell on my bum. I watched all the hairs on my arms and legs fall out and become smooth. In the mirror, I saw my stubble disappear leaving my face become small, pretty and smooth, with my brown hair now reaching my shoulders. I felt the leather getting tighter again, this time around my chest as two hemispheres swelled up stretching the leather. I looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, then at the photographer who was just calmly taking photos. “What the hell just happened? I am a pretty little woman now!” I gasped.
  “Here you can get some of your height back with these.” He said as he tossed at me a pair of red sandals with raised 5-inch heels. “But first let's do some more lying down shots.”
I obediently put on the heels and posed for his camera following instructions, fearful of what else he might be able to do to me if I disobeyed. When we moved on to standing poses I had to quickly learn how to balance in the stilt-like shoes he had given me. Afterwards, he reassured me “Don’t worry I can get you a new passport. I have a contact in MI5, but he will want a night with you in return. Just sign this modelling contract and I will sort it all out.” After deciding on a new name I signed the contract without reading it. “Do you live alone?” he asked.
  “Yes.” I replied.
  “Cool you can wear those clothes home if you like, return them tomorrow after you have done some shopping. Here is your pay for today.” He handed me an envelope of cash. I had no pockets so I stuffed it with my keys between my breasts. The photographer escorted me home, I had to lean on his arm quite a few times teetering in those stilt heeled shoes but by the time I got home I was proud of becoming a lot better balanced and stable. Back at home, I sent some Emails to my friends and family telling them I had a job in another country and had to leave at short notice. I did not think I could convince anyone who I am, and I did not want to become known as a crazy woman and a suspect in a missing person investigation. Later in the evening, I noticed the photographer had posted the video of my transformation on Youtube. Most of the comments were all talking about how well computers could do morphing these days. The photographer said that it was done with a “Deep learning AI algorithm.” Other comments were asking who the pretty model was. My new name was already becoming known. The photographer returned with a bottle of champagne to celebrate.