A cute little cock.

You discover a small smooth hairless cock and balls, just like it’s supposed to be. Right? That’s what has always been there. She smiles. “Let’s get you in front of the mirror.” She takes your hand and stands you up. She is so very strong, you can just feel it. You glance down at yourself as you stand. Your body seems smaller than you remember. Pink soft pajamas cover you loosely and conceal your shape a bit with their baggyness, but you are very feminine, your cute little feet have perfectly formed, glossy pink nails. Your legs seem long and your torso rather short. You allow yourself to be guided through the hotel room till you reach the sink with a large well lit mirror. “See aren’t you just the prettiest little thing.”

Long lashes blink behind the stylish white rimmed glasses. Your green eyes sparkling with energy. Your perfect little perky nose has a hoop piercing the center and the cap of a barbell protrudes from under the center of your mouth. Your hair is a blonde loose bob cut that, even after just waking up, seems professionally styled moments ago. Your baggy pajamas do conceal your shape a bit, but it is abundantly clear that you would be seen to be a very beautiful girl, that while very flat chested, is blessed with an effortless beauty that many would envy. A flash of memory of countless hours working out and zipping around a city on a bicycle, reveals the truth of how you have maintained such a sexy form, but your strength is well hidden. “Oh wow.” You say in a whisper. “Am I a model or something?” As you ask the question, your height of under five and a half feet makes that unlikely.

She smiles, “Sadly no, nothing quite so glamorous. You are a professional photographer. Weddings make up the bulk of your earnings, but you have been working hard to expand and have a lot of freelance work for a few modeling agencies that often pay for you to attend events and shows to get pictures highlighting their clients. As of yet it hasn’t yielded a lot of money, but it has certainly helped to pay for your many vacations and allow you more free time to explore your new found love of street photography.” She combs your hair a bit with her fingernails. “We should get you dressed and go see the city. You have today to yourself, then you will be spending tomorrow morning with a bunch of the models at the beach, then tomorrow night is a gallery party and art show where you will be expected to get a bunch of photos to sell.”

“Okay.” She helps you add a bit of black lipstick and do your eyes. A bit more goth than you would have thought, but as she pulls open your suitcase you see more of a casual rock vibe, band t-shirts, and skirts mostly, with a couple of dresses and skin tight leggings. She helps you pick out a nice casual outfit for a day in the city. You start with a cute pink thong and matching bikini top. “No bulge at all.” You say quietly. White and black cute slip on shoes, a loose black skirt, not quite long enough, you worry, and a pierced navel revealing shirt you remember getting at a concert last year. Over all this you toss on a light loose jacket and your messenger bag with your everyday camera and other necessities. You pause to check out the camera, a Nikon ZF with a 40mm small lens, and an even smaller 26mm in a little pocket.

“Ready?” She asks, then stops as if she forgot something, “Oh, silly me. Did you want me to fuck you first, before we go?”