The Photographer And The Sissy

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I was 2twenty-two, closeted fully and living out my sex life in fantasy and on the internet. I had discovered my love of dicks in my teens, followed a few years later by my fetish for dressing up like a girl. I have no idea why, but the sight of my own body in tights, knickers, stockings and heels made my boy pussy (dick) wetter (harder) than anything else, straight or gay.Luckily, I lived alone (in a private studio apartment, in a major city in the Netherlands), so I could basically live out my fantasy at night as much as I wanted: ordering clothes, shoes, wigs and make-up to be delivered to my doorstep in discreet packages, dressing up in front of the mirror and – quite often – giving little shows on webcam. I even made an occasional bit of money through a Dutch site similar to Chaturbate.Less luckily, I was also very shy. Although I’d had a handful of sexual encounters and a short relationship a year before, I did not dare set up anything with a guy who -ahem- liked a girl with a little extra in her pants. I have to admit I ghosted a fair few guys, not intentionally but I would always get cold feet when they wanted to meet up in real life. I was afraid of meeting people at their or my house, and a date in a public place didn’t really feel like an option as I didn’t want to go out into the open in my dress and lingerie yet (and meeting as a boy felt like an instant turn off).Then, one evening, I got dolled up and opened my laptop to see what was going on online. I went on a gay forum that I had posted some pictures on, and checked my messages. There were a few thirsty guys (as usual, for some reason most of them German), and I gave out some semi-flirty responses to the ones that seemed halfway hot. The fourth message in was very different, however:”Hi Tanja, my name is Rick. I’m a photographer in [PLACE], I do non-erotic work but also a lot of sensual stuff, including LGBT. You can find my website at [WEBSITE].I’m doing a study on transvestitism and crossdressing. The idea is to capture isvecbahis the female in the male, to show that even ‘men’ can express femininity with the right clothing, body language, lighting – and hopefully the right photographer. I was wondering if you might be interested in doing a session. I have a few clothes you can put on, if you don’t have your own. You are in charge – if you’re uncomfortable at any point we can stop right away. I’d like to publish the pictures, but I can make you unrecognisable if you want. I can’t pay you, only your travel expenses, but if things go well I might be able to offer you some paid work too. Let me know!”Naturally, I went straight to Rick’s website. It was a well designed page, clearly the work of a pro. The front page contained examples of his non-sexy work: weddings, families, nature… I noticed a button for ‘erotic’ in the banner and clicked it, then clicked ‘yes’ for the (slightly redundant) ‘do you want to see 18+ content?’ pop-up.This was a different world altogether. This page was full of all kinds of kinky picture galleries, each one lit and shot beautifully. There was a steamy gallery of a naked older women caressing a twenty-something girl in lingerie, one of a nude man and women in a forest, kissing up against a tree, and one of three men in a darkened studio – where in one picture two of them very strongly were suggested to be fucking.Then, I found the crossdressing stuff. This was wonderful. His favourite model appeared to be a red-haired (wigged), very skinny ‘girl’ in her early twenties. She was in several galleries, posing in provocative dresses, heels and lingerie; in some cases tied up for a slight BDSM feel. If he could shoot me like that, I thought, I would never stop cumming over those pics…Naturally, I replied and we got chatting. He seemed like a good guy: he was (slightly) flirty in complimenting my looks, but not overtly sexually aggressive in any way. The fact that he had a legitimate website gave me the idea that isveçbahis giriş he was on the level. Ever hesitant, though, I asked for a picture that wasn’t published but was part of a series that was, so I could verify that he was who he said. I also referenced the red-haired girl, hoping to see a little more of her…I got what I wanted. The picture he sent had the red-haired beauty pictured from the side, her tongue sticking out all the way so that the tip just about touched something…The tongue was reaching out to the head of what was likely the biggest dick I had ever seen.We set up a date. No strings attached. I could come over on a Saturday, bring all my clothes and stuff, get dressed privately in my own dressing room, and take some pictures. Rick would help me with my make-up, lend me some stuff to try on and direct me. The pics would only be published if I was OK with the results. Naturally, I shaved EVERYTHING the night before…On the train ride over, I could not stop thinking about the tongue pic. Was it Rick whose dick the red-head was about to lick, or a model? Did they actually have sex? Was he expecting to have sex with me as well, regardless of his ‘no strings attached’ vibe?I rang the doorbell to his studio. A tall, well-built, crew-cut guy in his mid to late forties opened the door and smiled handsomely and confidently. His grey eyes had a mischievous sparkle. “You must be Tanja,” he said, smiling away. We had coffee and chatted, him confident and open, me slightly awkward and guarded. He then showed me to my dressing room, which was like a large walk-in closet full of racks of clothes.We had agreed that, for the first shoot, I would dress myself entirely without input from him. As I was still a little apprehensive, I started with a slightly more muted outfit: a slightly plain but tight-fitting grey dress that covered the front came up about halfway above the knee (pic below with different stockings, taken some time earlier at home), with a curly brown wig. I isveçbahis yeni giriş put on some fairly plain black lingerie, as there wasn’t much to peek under the dress. I decided to make a statement with the stockings – stripy black/sheer numbers – and pretty black six-inch stiletto pumps.Rick nodded approvingly. “Yes, this is something we can work with!” He complimented my slim frame and ‘feminine’ bubble butt, and helped me with some beautifully understated make-up, which took much longer than I usually did on my own but with a much better result to show for it. We finished it off with some bright red lipstick, then got off to shooting.There was a white canvas area to use as a background, about three square meters on the floor and covering the wall behind it. I posed just upright at first, first front then back, then legs crossed slightly. Rick directed me to get in touch with my femininity as much as possible, think like a woman and move graciously like a woman. I struggled at first, but started to find my flow a little.He then put a chair in the middle of the area and directed me to pose around it: sitting cross-legged, leaning over from the back, then leaning over from the front with my butt to the camera. I started loosening up a little, shaking my booty somewhat provocatively for the camera. “Work it, girl,” Rick said, snapping away.After the first session, Rick helped me remove my make-up. We started chatting about the next outfit. “I don’t really know how often or with whom you do this,” Rick said, “but do you ever, like, role play?””What do you mean?” I asked.”So as part of the drag or crossdressing culture, some ‘girls,'” he said it with air quotes, and a wry smile, “like to take on a sort of persona, like a character?”I was intrigued. “Ok… like what?””Well, for instance, the red-haired ‘girl’ you liked, she liked to play around as a nurse. Here, I’ll show you.” He pulled the picture set up on his laptop. The pictures showed my crossdressing idol in a tight white ‘sexy nurse’ outfit: short white dress, pink stockings, hot pink wig with a little nurse’s cap, and a stethoscope as a sort of prop. She posed provocatively on her knees, lying on her side and bending over while turning back to the camera.

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