Tulip Fancy
Sweet feminized Tulip is appreciated in a modeling photo shoot.
Sitting on the bus I wasn't sure about how I felt with the day ahead of me. Monsieur Rabanna had a long chat with my wife at the BBQ. She said he was very pleased with me and wanted to increase my hours. He was having trouble finding girls to play the role he wanted in the shop. Some found it demeaning to act in the old-fashioned way he wanted to make his customers feel special and others just did not have the manners or know how to carry themselves in a subservient way around the client's. He said I was a natural and really wanted me to do some evenings and Saturdays. I liked working in the shop. It was the only job I had done were I felt really on top of things. I didn't like the idea of traveling home in the evenings on my own so I was glad when she refused his request. She said Saturday mornings were my me time. I could go to the salon have my hair done my face and body pampered and chat with the girls. Saturday afternoons she liked me in the stands showing she had the support of her family. The afternoons and evenings she wanted me to concentrate of making our house a home she could come home to and relax after work. It didn't occur to me at the time but my opinion was not sort. Looking back, she was right of course. Who would do the house work.
What she did agree to was allowing him to uses me in his promotional material. Today a photographer was coming to take some head shots of me in different hats to use in posters around the shop. I was wearing a peasant blouse that I could pull down my shoulders out of shot when needed. My corset had half cups so my shoulder would be bare. I wore my pearl ear rings and had my neckless in my bag if needed but the hats were the show pieces.
I opened up the shop and Monsieur Rabanna came in early with the photographer and stylist. They set up a big white screen and lights in Monsieur Rabanna's salon and then had me sit while they readied the first hat and worked on my face and hair.
I wasn't prepared for the amount of hair and makeup changes needed. Each hat could be worn in different ways with a different hair style and makeup for each variation.
The stylist was really nice, but un-nerved me when she said she had been told my secret and while doing a makeup change then asked me how long was it since I transitioned? I immediately coloured up and quietly said I hadn't. "Wow"she said. "Do mean you still have yourrrrr?" I just nodded. "How do you get your skin so soft. You must have very low testosterone production."
I told her about the morning, afternoon and night skin routines as well as the baths. Kelly emphasized complexion and skin care from the start. Her comments did make me think about how small my little testis had got when I could find them. With them constantly tightly padded and girdled and my pipe tightly ribboned I wondered if that was having side effects. They looked nothing like the men's penises and cannonball Ish testis in the photos my wife shows me when teaching me how to handle them if I should have to. They were all so hairy as well. My wife prefers a little landing strip and my pipe ribbon tied with a dainty bow.
The hats kept coming as well as the lipstick and hair changes. I was gradually getting more and more comfortable with the posing but felt a fraud when told to pout. It was a long day and I got none of my normal work done or mail orders out. That means there will be twice as much to do tomorrow.
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