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Emily and I have been friends since we first met in high school, we were the tallest skinniest two people in the tri-state area, Emily went on to be a model, surprise surprise, shes so pretty.
One day she asked if I would tag along to a photo shoot, “Its just head shots but I dont like the photographer hes a bit of a creep’’ she said, I assumed they would just be taking pictures of the girls heads, and I hadn't been able to get a job for ages so I spent a lot of time with her I thought why not, what harm would it do.
Just as we were about to leave, I stood up only to get coffee all over the shirt I was wearing, “I’ll have to go home and get changed” I said.
We dont have time Tim, and with that she threw me a T shirt of hers, “Here wear this” she said.
I said “But its a girls shirt”
“Of course its a girls shirt, in case you hadn't noticed, Im a girl you dummy, just pull it up so its not hanging off your shoulder” answered Emily.
I pulled it off my shoulder but it just didnt hang right. “I dont think I can wear this Em why dont you go on your own”?
“Aw please Tim, this guy gives me the creeps”
“If I was working I wouldnt go but you have me over a barrel here, so ok”
She leaped at me and hung from my hips like a large skinny child, “Get off me, your too heavy,” I said knowing it would wind her up, “Too heavy? You bitch” then she laughed that laugh, it was infectious, we had never slept together, we were too close.
Emily phoned for an Uber and we got to the hanger at about two pm (The shoot was to take place at a hanger near the airport) It took us a while to find the right door but we were early so it wasnt a problem, “Here it is” she shouted, and we went inside, the place was enormous, we were both a bit taken back but it did hold planes so I guess it was normal.
We walked over to a fold up table on one side of the hanger, there sat a slightly over weight lady, very pretty, maybe an ex model. “Can I help you girls” she asked, I was just going to say something when I noticed the shoulder of the shirt had fallen off and it hung there like a huge sign saying, “I’M A GIRL.”
It wasnt until we both sat down that I took a long look at myself, Im tall, just as tall as Emily, and Im skinny, Im wearing tight jeans and a girls baggy off the shoulder T shirt, my hair is shortish, but could be confused with a girls style, why wouldnt she think I was a girl, I must start looking for more friends.
Emily and I sat down, she couldnt stop giggling “She thinks your a girl”
“Ok stop it now Em, its not funny, its this damn shirt of yours”
“Yes of course it is, its the shirt,” she said, mocking me.
Two o’clock went to three, Three o’clock went to four. Emily was getting very impatient, I said “Lets go Em they arent coming now”
“I cant leave Tim this shoot is going to pay for my rent for the whole month”
“A whole month?” I was shocked.
Another hour passed, Emily was begining to get restless, she came up from behind me and used a makeup brush across my cheek, “Whats that? Its very soft” I asked
“Just a brush we use for foundation, come over here and see for yourself”
she answered.
She showed me the foundation powder they use, then she loaded the brush and moved it towards my face, I tried to move away but the lady at the desk was looking at us and I didnt want to make her think something was wrong, so I let Emily brush it all over my face, Emily was facing me now sat on a small stool, she picked up a pair of tweezers and began shaping my eyebrows I looked over as the desk lady watched Emily paint my face, I tried to whisper to her, “What are you doing? that lady is watching us”
She said, “Im just bored,” truth was it had been hours now anyone would have been bored, but she didnt seem to notice what she was doing to me, I mean the women already thought I was girl, this would only make things worse, but what could I do the lady on the desk was watching us both, to her Im sure it just looked like one girl “Helping” another girl with her makeup.
One good thing was that this would soon be over, the lady would get a call from someone saying that the shoot was being cancelled, I would get all the makeup removed and we could go home, I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked.
I couldnt believe it, I looked like a girl with only a small amount of makeup,
my shock wore off very fast, I heard a voice from behind me
“OK girls we need to go, sorry we are late, so lets get moving,
the limo is outside, we are going to the next location.”
Emily turned to me and said, “You cant say anything I’ll get fired”
“What are your names girls?” The head man asked
“My name is Emily” she said, “And you, whats your name?
I looked at Emily her eyes were pleading not to give her away.
“Jasmine”, my name is Jasmine,” I said
“Yes of course it is, its the shirt,” she said, mocking me.
Two o’clock went to three, Three o’clock went to four. Emily was getting very impatient, I said “Lets go Em they arent coming now”
“I cant leave Tim this shoot is going to pay for my rent for the whole month”
“A whole month?” I was shocked.
Another hour passed, Emily was begining to get restless, she came up from behind me and used a makeup brush across my cheek, “Whats that? Its very soft” I asked
“Just a brush we use for foundation, come over here and see for yourself”
she answered.
She showed me the foundation powder they use, then she loaded the brush and moved it towards my face, I tried to move away but the lady at the desk was looking at us and I didnt want to make her think something was wrong, so I let Emily brush it all over my face, Emily was facing me now sat on a small stool, she picked up a pair of tweezers and began shaping my eyebrows I looked over as the desk lady watched Emily paint my face, I tried to whisper to her, “What are you doing? that lady is watching us”
She said, “Im just bored,” truth was it had been hours now anyone would have been bored, but she didnt seem to notice what she was doing to me, I mean the women already thought I was girl, this would only make things worse, but what could I do the lady on the desk was watching us both, to her Im sure it just looked like one girl “Helping” another girl with her makeup.
One good thing was that this would soon be over, the lady would get a call from someone saying that the shoot was being cancelled, I would get all the makeup removed and we could go home, I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked.
I couldnt believe it, I looked like a girl with only a small amount of makeup,
my shock wore off very fast, I heard a voice from behind me
“OK girls we need to go, sorry we are late, so lets get moving,
the limo is outside, we are going to the next location.”
Emily turned to me and said, “You cant say anything I’ll get fired”
“What are your names girls?” The head man asked
“My name is Emily” she said, “And you, whats your name?
I looked at Emily her eyes were pleading not to give her away.
“Jasmine”, my name is Jasmine,” I said
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