For months in months you had applied to magazines and photographers to become a male model, and, after following your sister's suggestion that male models often wear a bit of makeup, you had finally gotten an offer.
The studio was quite fancy, and upon entering, you see several models and photographers running around.
You run your hair through your blind hair and walk up to the service desk.
"Um...excuse me. I'm here for an appointment. My name is Blake Donavan."
The woman at the service desk doesn't even look up at you, never stopping sorting pictures and notes.
"First door on the left."
You thank her and make your way toward the door.
The woman stops for a moment and picks up her phone.
"Mr. Dawson, Miss Donavan just arrived."
"Good. Good... I'll send May to get here ready for her first shoot."
Meanwhile, you are in the dressing room waiting.
A couple of outfits are sitting in the room.
One is a pink lingerie set, the other a pink playboy bunny outfit with black leggings. A pair of pink high heels sits between them.
You grin, imagining the girls that would be wearing them.
"Oh, there you are."
You turn as a woman, her attention directed at a clipboard, walks into the room. "Blake Donavan?"
"Mm-hm!" you confirm.
The woman ruffles and moved your hair, somewhat not paying attention until it swoops over one of your eyes at one point.
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