Getting ready for the photo-shoot

Emma arrived and immediately felt pampered. Drinks, snacks, compliments, and the nicest photographer she had ever met. Karen was a little known star and she had done countless photo-shoots for celebrities.

"But nothing ever like this!" She exclaimed. Emma found that a bit disconcerting. What was different? She looked down awkwardly at her massive breasts but steadfastly refused to acknowledge them. Karen, she noticed, had small, normal sized breasts, and was dressed oprofessionally.

"Ok, so this is a bit unorthodox! But I want to take a few of them as you are now in your uh... street clothes." Emma posed nicely and was surprised when she only took two photos of her like this. One profile shot and one from the side. Immediately she was whisked away by several stylists who had other plans for her. Emma could see her agent and Karen talking very seriously. Their bubbly and excited personalities seeming to have vanished in Emma's absence. But it was quickly pushed from her mind when the stylists presented her with her outfit. A pleated pink miniskirt, and a very tight looking, miniscule white tube top!

"Oh come on, well that's just... Obscene." She left the changing room immediately. Emma was almost about to lose it when Karen swooped in instantly addressed her concerns.

"So, the Items we picked out are all based on pieces we have seen you wear in public before. We would never want to violate any of your boundaries, of course." Emma could see that. She did have a tube top just like that. Just a thin strand of white cloth really. But she had never worn a skirt quite exactly like that. But point taken.

"Ok, sorry... I'm still, a little unused to.." Emma didn't want to say her large breasts. She didn't want to admit they were already affecting her sense of liberation. Instead of arguing, she went back, receiving nothing but a comforting pat on the back from Karen.

Emma went into a luxurious changing room, poured herself some of the waiting whisky and took a shot, then two. One more for good luck. The miniskirt went on easy, it looked like some stereotypical golf skirt, or cheerleader skirt. Bright pink, loud, and hardly what Emma considered stylish. She had always worn more glitzy and glamorous pieces, and this looked so cheap by comparison even if it was a pretty standard piece. It was definitely what offended her most initially. But the real issue was the tube top. What use to easily enclose all of her breasts would now not even cover half her bra cups. Because this piece was meant for women who could easily go bra-less. Emma unclasped her bra expecting it to drop, but having to shake it off awkwardly from her massive cleavage and overly perky breasts. She picked up the small linen, which she used to adore. She thought it was so stylish and fancy. Now she was scared of it. She would look like like such a....

"A fucking feminist!" Emma raged. They are JUST fucking TITS. Emma wiggled the piece of cloth over her breasts until it wobbled around precariously over her nipples. What used to be tight and secure was now only one strong bounce away from a nipslip. Emma took a breath and exited the room. None of her stylists commented, probably on instruction. They whisked her away for more styling.

Her hairs was washed, and then died.

"I hope it's okay but we were told to make your hair blonde for the photo-shoot. We can use temporary stuff if you want." Emma had been blonde many times before and couldn't think of any issue with it.

"That's fine, we can make it permanent, why not."

Her hair came out looking perfect. Long blonde tresses flowed around her face only slightly curly. As it dried she felt her small stud earrings being removed, replaced soon after with large hoop earrings. Thick blue mascara was applied along with some very bright red lipstick and a thick coat of makeup. Emma coughed, they were basically spraying her face with an airbrush of sorts and she didn't expect that. Emma then had her flats removed and a gentle pedicure was given to her. It was relaxing as one of the stylists painted every toe bright pink while another stylist did the same for her hands. Very carefully, strappy platform pink heels and jangly gold bracelets were lifted and clasped over her freshly painted digits. Emma looked at herself in the mirror. Her face looked so... basic and simplified, her skin looked unrealistically perfect. No small flaw was left untouched except for a few choice beautymarks they applied and a... provocative looking blush.

She felt like she was pushed out of the dressing room by the stylists as she stumbled on her high heels, trying to keep a steady pace awkwardly so as not to let loose her tits. Were they insistent or what... maybe it was just the heels tripping her up.

Her photoshoot samples:

https://www.imagefap.com/photo/1356432111/?pgid=&gid=11631580&page=0