Poser

I have done some crazy stuff in my life, but this ... takes the cake.

No, I’m not going to go into what else I’ve done. They are tales for another day, and this is the story I want to tell today, the story of my craziest, and most recent moment of madness.

It started when I went to the local college to look at some continuing education classes. I was struggling a little with my job, and thought maybe I could find something that would lead to something better once I had the training.

And then I saw David.

Back when I was still in high school David had been the school’s best artist, and after the football players one of the most popular guys with the girls.

Whereas I was an awkward shy kid trying desperately to stay invisible.

Despite this, he was pretty decent to me whenever our paths crossed.

I still had never told him my secret - that I wasnt a boy at all, but a trans girl.

One who wouldnt come out of the closet for more than a decade after high school.

Before I could decide what I should do, he came out of the room he was in, and approached me.

“Are you my new model?” He asked.

“Model? Me? You must be joking.”

“Not at all. I had asked for ‘girl-next-door’ type, and you fit the bill nicely.”

“Well, thanks, I think. But I’m not your girl. In fact I was looking for a class to take.”

“Too bad. If they don’t show up soon, I’m not sure what I will do.”

A wicked thought came into my mind, and before my fear could stifle it, I asked, “Where you going to pay your model? What would they have to do?”

“I had offered 30$ an hour, for two hours a night, up to 2 nights a week. But under the circumstances, I’d pay more because I really need someone. As for what they do, its pretty easy. Find a comfortable pose, and dont mind people staring intently at you. And ... err ...” he turned red, and said, “wear as little as you’re comfortable with.”

The little imp who had spurred me to ask about the modelling gig scampered away, leaving me terribly embarrassed.

“I .. couldn’t do that. I ... I’m transgender, I ...havent even had surgery. I ..” I started to turn away, and tried to hold back tears.

But then he took my hand, and said, “It wont matter to my class. And it doesn’t matter to me, especially since I had a crush on you back in high school.”

“You ... remember me?” I was totally shocked.

“Well, you have gotten prettier since then. But I spent a lot of time studying you when you weren't looking, and I haven’t forgotten. By the way, you forgot to introduce yourself.”

“O... Olivia.” I stammered.

He smiled, and I felt the sneaky imp from earlier jump back in me to mentally comment on how good he looked.

“So, Olivia. You want to try this?” He asked.

The imp must have been driving, because I found myself going into the classroom and changing into a robe. Then being introduced to the students, and dropping the robe and posing.

It’s ... hard to describe what it felt like. Scary, and yet somehow liberating at the same time. With each session, my body struggles felt less important, because I felt since I was a woman, I had a woman’s body, even if it didn’t look like other women.

As for David, well, let’s just say my little imp had a field day when he asked me out.

So that’s the story of my days as a nude model.

Guess it shows that sometimes, “crazy” can work out pretty well ...

End.