Next morning the first thing I thought about when I woke up was that I had a date
with Paul that night.  I lay in bed listening to the waves on the beach only a
few feet away, and thought of the way I'd felt the last time he touched me.  I
noticed Mom was already up.

I could hear some birds in the winds and the waves as I lay there.  I closed my
eyes again and thought of Paul kissing me.  I stroked my hip the way he had done
a few nights earlier, feeling the satiny nightgown against my skin.  Abruptly I
realised that a part of my body I hadn't thought about much lately was becoming
active.  The more I thought about the way Paul made me feel the more aroused I
became.  I rolled over onto my belly and hugged the pillow tight to me.  I
thought about the way his arms felt around me, and how he touched my face when he
tilted my head to kiss me.  As I rocked back and forth on the bed I became aware
of a tremendous feeling of pleasure, and then I came.

I was immediately embarrassed.  I reached for the box of tissues beside the bed
and tried to wipe up the mess, which was congealed on the front of my nightgown. 
Uh oh.  This was gonna be hard to explain away.  I got out of bed, still feeling
a little buzz, and wrapped a robe I found on the back of the door around me as I
walked out of the bedroom into the hall.  Mom saw me from the kitchen and called
good morning, and I called back a muffled "uh huh" as I went to the bathroom.

I tried to rinse off the nightgown while I showered, and seemed to get most of
it.  I tried to avoid getting my hair wet, and after showering took only a few
minutes to get it into a decent style.  Then I hung the nightgown in the shower
recess, wrapped myself in the robe, and went out to the kitchen.  It was 8.30am
and Mom and I were the only ones left in the house.

Mom handed me a coffee and I sipped it before wandering out to the deck to look
at the ocean.  The robe I was wearing was some sort of Japanese cotton affair
which clung to my body in the light breeze.  I realised after a moment that it
was a good thing no-one was on the beach, because I probably cut a strange figure
as a girl with a flat chest.  I put the coffee on the railing and folded my arms
in front of me, trying to make this fact less obvious even though no-one was
there to see.

Eventually Mom came out and led me by the arm to the bedroom, where she'd laid
out a few casual clothes of Megan's.  I noticed she'd borrowed a blouse from
Megan as well.  "Time to get moving if we're to be there by ten-thirty", she
said.

I dressed in the plain black skirt and striped knit top she'd put on the bed. 
The top was very clinging and so my small breasts looked more prominent.  There
was a gap between the skirt and top, leaving my navel visible, and this made me
look younger than the outfit I'd worn the previous day.

I went back into the bathroom to put on a little mascara and noticed Mom had
moved the nightgown and hung it properly on a hanger so it would dry evenly.  As
I was applying the mascara I saw her in the doorway behind me.  She looked from
me to the nightgown and back again, and I blushed, but she just gave me a puzzled
look and set off to lock the house up. After a few adjustments I grabbed the
strappy sandals I'd worn the previous day and we set off without breakfast.

The tests were uneventful.  I couldn't even figure out what they were for.  We
went to a different office, and Mom waited in the reception area.  At first I
thought I was gonna have to strip off my clothes, because there was a gown
hanging in the room where they sat me.  I didn't want to do that, so I just sat
there until a nurse came in.  She saw me looking at the gown and smiled.  "Don't
worry about that, honey, we just need to measure you a little".  First she
measured my height and weight, then she took some blood samples from me and a
swab from the inside of my cheek. Then she pinched me with some kind of calliper
things to measure how much fat I had on me.  "Hmmm," she said as she removed the
callipers, "Aren't you a tiny little thing".

I felt embarrassed, I guess because I was still thinking a bit in Chris mode and
I responded the way I would at school when someone called me a runt.  Then I
realised she meant it as a kind of compliment, that she thought I had a great
figure, and I relaxed.  She finished her measuring and I was shown into a
different office where a cute guy in his twenties gave me some forms to fill in.

The forms went on for ever, and the questions they asked seemed really stupid.  I
had to say whether I liked a whole lot of things on a scale of one to five. 
Clearly they were trying to measure how much of a guy or girl I was, but the way
the questions were phrased they were just so obvious.  At first I was tempted to
just make up answers to confuse them, which is what Marcia would have insisted I
do, but then I remembered that all this was costing Mom money she didn't have, so
I answered them all as well as I could.  Eventually it was all over, and Mom and
I left to go to Mark's.

Mark's studio didn't look like much from the outside.  It was a big unpainted
concrete block in a seedy area of Venice, and I think Mom was afraid the wheels
of the car were gonna get stolen or something.  We buzzed on a large black steel
door and a guy in his early twenties answered.  "Hi, you must be Jenny, and
Katherine"  He smiled, and led us into the building.  "I'm Gary, Mark's
assistant."  Looking at the way Gary walked ahead of us I figured he had to be
gay, which for some reason relaxed me.

Inside the studio things were surprisingly primitive.  I had thought considering
all the high-fashion work Mark did that there would be more people around, and
that the studio itself would be decorated in some kind of avant garde fashion,
but the studio was completely bare except for the lights and some black curtains
hanging around the edges.  The rooms off to the side were furnished only with
trestle tables, wooden boxes and folding chairs, as though the whole place might
move to another location at a moment's notice.  There was a glass-fronted
refrigerator stocked with Evian in the corner at the back of the studio but
otherwise the place was very spartan.

Mark greeted both of us, and Gary offered Mom a tea.  Mark introduced Andrea, the
make-up artist who would be working with me, and then Andrea led me off to one of
the side rooms to begin transforming me into - what? I didn't really know what
Mark was gonna be doing.  I looked back at Mom as Andrea led me away, but she was
engrossed in conversation with Mark.

We walked into a dressing room, and Andrea asked me to strip down to my panties. 
I hesitated for a moment and she said "Don't worry, I've seen everyone, you
better believe it".  So I went behind a curtain and took off my shoes, skirt and
top.  As I was folding my top she put her head around the curtain briefly and
said "bra too, honey, everything off except your panties."  This was gonna be
interesting, I thought as I unhooked the bra.  I carefully lay the breast inserts
under my top on a chair, made sure my penis was tucked behind me in my panties so
that I was smooth in front, and stepped out around the curtain.

Andrea was facing away from me sorting through some bottles on the make-up table.
 She glanced quickly at me and said "Come on over here and sit -"

She stopped and her face went about three different directions.  She looked at my
face, then at my chest, then at my groin, then back at my face and chest.    She
looked terribly confused.  "Uh..." was all she could manage.

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I walked across to the table and sat
down, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Uh..."  Andrea tried again hopefully.  "Gee, you're not, uh, very big up top,
are you"

I couldn't help it, I giggled.  Andrea looked at me quizzically and then left the
room.  A few moments later she returned with Mark.  All of a sudden I felt naked,
and I folded my arms in front of my chest.  For some reason I didn't want him to
see me like this.

"Uh, Andrea, you might want to get her a robe," Mark said, handing me one from
the wall and turning away slightly as I stood to put it on.  Andrea was still
staring at me.  I was starting to feel very self-conscious.

"We're going to be making Jenny look fairly natural today," Mark said to Andrea
as if nothing had happened.  "I'm looking for youth and freshness, so I want
things kept simple and subtle.  Okay?"

Andrea nodded, and Mark left the room.  I sat down again, and Andrea began to tie
my hair back.  She was studying my face intently, and finally she couldn't stand
to be silent any more.

"Are you..." her voice trailed off.  She took the ponytail she'd made and twisted
it and pinned it to the top of my head.

"Yes", I said, wanting suddenly to put her out of her misery.  I actually didn't
know what she was going to say, but it seemed any certainty was better than the
confusion she'd just been through.  "But now I'm not going to be any more."  I
hoped that made things clearer.  I really didn't want to get into specifics.

Strangely this seemed to satisfy her.  I was surprised.  I had thought Mark would
have had a word to his staff about me before doing the photos, but clearly he
didn't think it was that big a deal.

She stopped playing with my hair.  "Well, it's probably best if we shower you
first".  She showed me where the shower was in an adjacent room and told me to
wash my hair.  When I came back from the shower there was a sandwich and some
water on the table, which was obviously my lunch as Andrea was just finishing
hers.  After I finished eating she pinned my hair up again and went to work on my
face.  She used a lot of make-up, more than Marcia had when she'd first applied
it.  I got a layer of moisturiser all over my face, and then down over my neck
and my chest. She obviously felt very strange about putting it on my chest and
asked me if I'd like to do that myself.  Then she applied some dabs of concealer
in a few places, and then foundation all over my face, neck, shoulders and chest.
 Then came some highlighter, eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow and mascara.  She put a
little shadow on my chest between where my breasts should have been.  It was all
in subtle tones so it didn't look garish, but I did think it looked thick.  I
said as much, timidly, and she told me the camera wouldn't show all of it.  Then
she went to work with my hair.  She sprayed stuff all over it, and by the time
she finished it shone like it never had before.

The she took me in to see Mark.  Mom smiled reassuringly as I came out with
Andrea, and Mark positively beamed.

The first shots we did were just of me sitting on the floor against the side of a
chair, with the robe slid down from my shoulders so it looked like I was naked. 
Mark said he was only shooting from the shoulders up so no-one would know. 
Strangely the camera didn't worry me, Mark was talking the whole time and I
thought more about what he was saying than the fact that he was constantly taking
shots.  We tried a few variations on the pose and then Andrea took my back into
the dressing area and had me sit in the chair again.  She and Mark consulted on
some clothing and Mark left us alone.

"Uh, honey..."  she began.  "When you came in you looked, uh, bigger".

Without saying anything I got up and retrieved the fake breasts that Marcia had
given me.  Andrea smiled as though reassured of something, and had me stand with
the robe open.  She cleaned the make-up off my chest, then took a small bottle
and applied something to the back of one of the breast forms.

This is just a temporary glue", she said.  "We can wash it off at the end of the
day.  Now I got this figured out, Jenny.  You should have told me. Lots of girls
use these on the street.  Everyone wants to be thin, but not everywhere."

I shrugged and smiled.  She held me still, and then pressed one of the breast
forms to my chest.  She rubbed some of the glue up around the upper edge of the
form and smoothed it over the join between the form and my skin.  Then she
applied the other form and did the same.  She gave me some water to drink while I
was standing there, and then began to apply more make-up over my chest and the
breast forms.  "I haven't done this since I did some movie work a few years ago,"
she smiled as she worked. Eventually she pronounced herself satisfied, then
handed me a black mesh dress and a pair of lycra briefs.  I looked at the briefs
a moment. Seeing some surgical tape on the make-up desk I picked it up.

"We use that to smooth out foreheads and do a quick facelift," Andrea said.  "You
don't need any of that."

I didn't say anything, but took the dress, briefs and tape behind the curtain.  I
took off the robe and panties, and taped my penis into place carefully.  Then I
put on the briefs and walked out from behind the curtain.  They were a boy-cut
kind of thing, which I thought was a trifle ironic.  Andrea helped me into the
dress.  I looked myself over in the full-length mirror at the side of the room. 
It was remarkable.  Through the mesh of the dress I really looked like I had
breasts. Small ones, to be sure, but breasts nonetheless.

We took a lot of shots of me dressed like that, then in quick succession I did
some 'girl next door' outfits, some stuff with other clothesthat looked very
slinky (still braless) and then some stuff in some other lingerie, and finally a
cute one-piece bathing suit.  Mark used a variety of backdrops and props in each
shot.  Then finally he had Andrea re-do my make-up and my hair and we went
outside to his van and drove around for an hour and a half.  We used most of the
same costumes as he took shots of me in doorways and against signs and on the
beach and under the pier. Andrea helped me as I changed in the van.  While I was
dressing we chatted about what we were going to do over the weekend, and I
mentioned that I had a kind of formal dinner that night.  I realised she was a
wonderful person, and felt guilty for letting her feel so awful earlier. The more
we talked the more we laughed, and twice Gary had to come back to the van and
tell us in a severe tone that Mark was waiting for me.

Each time I emerged from the van I got a lot of looks from people passing in
cars, and I almost caused an accident when I was wearing the mesh dress in
public.  Mom was frowning at that one, but Mark had saved it for last and she let
it pass.

By the time we went back to the studio I was exhausted.  Posing for photographs
was harder work than I'd imagined.  I slumped back in the chair as Andrea removed
all the make-up, then had a long, long hot shower to wash away the grit from the
street.  Andrea was right, the breast forms came off in the hot water.

As I came out into the dressing room I could hear Mom and Mark talking quietly in
the studio.  "She just eats the camera right up," Mark was saying.  At first I
assumed he was talking to Mom about some other model he had worked with, but then
in the next sentence I heard my name and I realised he was talking about me.  Uh.
 What did that mean?

Andrea showed me how to get my skin really clean and well moisturised after the
shower, "because you have such great skin and you're gonna do well if you take
care of it".

Then Andrea told me she wanted to do something special for me "because I was so
weirded out when you came in, I'm sorry about that."  She began to reapply
make-up to my face, but carefully and much more sparingly than before.  Then she
styled my hair again, this time doing it up in much the same way Marcia had when
we went to the party.  Except that Andrea was a professional, and when she'd
finished with me I had to admit I looked - well, absolutely beautiful.  Really. 
I could see that Andrea was pleased with the results.  "That's for your date
tonight,"  she said.  "Knock him dead."

She showed me how to do some touch-ups on the make-up later on, then gave me a
brief hug and said "Well, hope we see some more of you.  I think we will."  She
helped me get dressed again without getting make-up all over my clothes and then
led me back to the studio where Mom and Mark were waiting.  They both looked
impressed at the way I looked.  "Very Gwyneth Paltrow", Mark said quietly to my
Mom, but I heard him.  Andrea winked at me.

Mark thanked me profusely and told me how wonderful I was, and that he'd have
some proofs next day and would send me a set Fedex on Monday.  I was pretty
impressed at that - Fedexed parcels to me!  I hugged him carefully to try to
avoid getting make-up on him, and gave Andrea a quick kiss. She admonished me for
smudging my lipstick and fixed it again, but I think she was pleased.