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Subject: Model Beginnings Model Beginnings My name is Mike and I'm 20 years old. I've been reading stories here for years and decided to finally share a few of my own. A little about me. I'm 5-11, weigh 160lbs, messy blonde hair and a dark tan from swimming and being outside in the Florida sun. When I was 9, my mom signed me up for a youth fashion show. She had to create a portfolio of me in various settings and outfits. We drove to the beach so she could take pictures. Some were of me in a hoodie and jeans, barefoot. In some I just wore a plain t-shirt and swim trunks. Since I was on the swim team, I had a number of speedos so she had me bring those. When it was time to model the speedos, I went to the beach bathroom, a cinder block building off the parking lot. When I got inside I found a corner where there was a little shelf. I started stripping and placing my clothes on the shelf. Once completely undressed I grabbed my favorite pair, ones that were blue with white stars all over. Just as I started to slip the speedos on and had one foot in, a large man opened the door and came in. Feeling a little nervous, I turned away so my butt was facing the stranger and continued to slide the briefs up my smooth legs. By that age I knew I liked boys and I also knew I liked being looked at by men and women. I liked it when they would make comments to my mother about how "cute" i was or how "pretty" my eyes were. However whenever it was a man saying this his eyes often perved my whole body. Anyway, so there I was almost fully naked in the bathroom when this guy walked in. I got chills and tingles at the idea of this guy perving on me and wanted to be a little naughty. So I slowly slid the speedo`s up my legs making sure to pause before fully bringing them up to adjust to the string. Once I was done, I turned, grabbed my clothes, and headed toward the exit. As I did I gave a shy mischievous look toward the man who was now at the urinal. And he looked back at me, not hiding the fact that he was checking me out. When I returned to where kayseri escort my mom was, she started give me instructions about how she wanted me to pose. Some shots were me just standing looking at the waves. Others, she had me bending over looking for shells. Still other shots included me running and then splashing in the waves. When we were done, we sat at a picnic table and she showed me the shots. I have to admit that I was a little turned on by the look of my own body. Seeing my thin form, glistening and wet with water made me look like one of those models that I would see in the swimsuit catalog. After a short break, mom had me change into normal clothes so that we could get some more shots in street clothes. We spent the rest of the day with me posing against walls and sitting on top of benches or tables. Almost all the pictures had an element of bare feet or shirtless. When we got home, mom chose the best photos of the day, and uploaded them to an online portfolio. She then sent a link to the coordinator of the fashion show. A couple days later, we got a call that I had been admitted, as well as the news was that I was going to be the only boy modeling swimwear for the fashion show. The show was two weeks away. Until then, my mother made sure to get me outside so that I would have a dark tan. She even insisted that I wear my speedo when playing with my friends in the neighborhood or riding my bike. On the day of the show, I washed up and my mother made sure I applied a healthy dose of moisturizing cream all over my body. I just wore a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and didn't even comb my hair, as we were told there would be people who would help us get into our outfits and do our hair. The show was at a local civic center. The changing room was really just a big open space with a bunch of chairs and stations set up. There were about 20 models, all girls age 8-14 and me. I was assigned my own assistant, who introduced himself as Pierre. Pierre was in his mid-twenties and was a little feminine. keçiören escort I wasn't at all bothered by that, more intrigued. Truth to be told, I was a little turned on by the idea of being taken care of by Pierre and felt tingles as we shook hands. I learned I would be modeling four outfits, all swimwear, for the show. The first was a pair of orange board shorts. After I stepped into them, Pierre adjusted them so they were resting low on my hips. I could see my youthful "v" and liked how cute they looked. Pierre then used some gel to give my hair the wet look like I just got out of the water and shook my head. When it was my turn, the director motioned me to the stage entrance. Once I went through it, there was a long catwalk with mostly adults seated in either side. I walked swiftly, not making eye contact with anyone. At the end, I stood for a few seconds as I had been instructed, then turned and walked back. I heard cameras and cell phones clicking away as I walked. The second outfit was a wetsuit. I liked how it felt like a second skin as I pulled it on. Pierre told me not to wear anything underneath and to stop pulling on at the waist where we let the suit arms just hang loose. He again adjusted the suit so it was so low another inch my cock would have been exposed. Pierre handed me a boogie board and instructed me to hold it's under my right arm. Once again, i sauntered down the catwalk, board in hand, turned and returned. On the return trip I could feel the suit slip further down my hips and it felt like part of my ass was exposed. The third outfit was an orange speedo. Like the other two outfits, Pierre situated it as low as possible on my hips. This time, Pierre also sprayed a lotion all over my body so it would look like I was wet. He mussed my hair just before the director told me I was up. On this trip, I even heard a few of the audience members whistle at me. As I returned to the changing room I also noticed all the girl models were looking at me. Some even giggled and turned ankara kendi evi olan escort to whisper to one another. It felt good being to focus of attention. The final outfit was over the top. It was a thong bikini. A string went up my crack, there were very thin straps on my hips and just a small triangle covering my cock. I admit even I felt self-conscious in this one. The director informed me I would be the first, but unlike the previous trips down the catwalk, I was to wait for all the girls to join me before returning. Once we were all on the catwalk, the director instructed us to turn and face the people on the right. After a few seconds, we were told to turn the other direction. When we finally returned to the changing room, the director informed us that the audience was going to vote on the top three models and have us return to the catwalk for a finale and photo shoot. While we waited, a few of the girls surrounded me and commented how cute I was. Then before I could resist, a few ushered me to one of their make up stations and began to apply makeup to me and do my hair. I was still wearing that tiny thong as they treated me like their boy doll. Then the director announced that two girls and me were chosen for the finale. We were quickly ushered to changing stations where we were given matching white swimsuits. Pierre did his best to clean off the makeup and redo my hair. Then we all met at the stage entrance. The two girls were about 14. One wore a bikini and the other a one piece. I was wearing a speedo. When we entered the stage we were instructed on various poses. The first was me standing between the girls. The second was the girls wrapping their arms around me. The third pose was me being picked up, with the girls holding me so I was horizontal and smiling at the cameras. When the cameras stopped clicking the audience applauded. The director informed us that he would be in touch with our parents because there were more shows he needed us for. If willing these would be paid gigs. As I changed, Pierre told me how good I did. I also noticed he was checking me out as he said he would love to help me at the next show. Then he handed me a bag with each of the outfits I had modeled and said they were mine. I thanked him and then met my mom in the parking lot so we could go home. More coming soon.