A caterpillar becomes a butterfly.

His objective of this solo photo shoot had mostly been to add a new face to his portfolio. A varied portfolio would prove his adaptability, and if he wanted to start his own modeling agency he needed to be able to market his models with flattering portfolios of their own.

Ophelia still had her eyes closed, and he couldn’t resist creeping up to kneel in front of her. Closeups of her feet could be used to market her in certain circles as well, so he helped himself to quite a few photos of them.

She wasn’t a goddess like Jessie; didn’t have the athletic allure of Lily, or the confident sexual energy of Marlene. If Ophelia and his mother were lined up naked in front of him, he’d probably choose to fuck his mother first. But with all that said, this peculiar woman was far from ugly. It was as if nature had purposefully given her tiny tits and a small butt so that people would let her live her life undisturbed.

The problem was, the voyeuristic thrill of kneeling in front of her and staring up her dress was making her massively more appealing than she’d be otherwise. He wanted to stick his head up her dress and see what his curious tongue could discover. Snapping picture after picture of her crotch was starting to have an effect on him.

“You’re going to overheat,” Ophelia said from above him.

Leon froze and **** his pupils up toward her face. She was looking down at him with a mild curiosity.

“I warned you I wasn’t defenseless as I seemed,” she said.

“I can explain!”

“Go ahead.”

“Err, right, well...” he trailed off. “Never mind I guess I can’t. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Why’s that?”

“I wanted a closer look.”

“But why? What made you want to look at me, when Jessie is on her way back in what I can only assume will be stunning attire?”

“Are you asking me to psychoanalyze myself or something?”

“Please do. It should prove educational.”

Leon looked back at the panties peeking out from under her dress. She made no effort to hide them.

“You’re a mystery to me. A strange woman I met on a hot summer’s day and left behind in a storm. I’ve barely considered you a sexual being until this moment and I guess realizing what I could do-“ he stopped himself but she refused to let him off the hook.

“Continue.”

“Uh... realizing what I could do to you if I only reached out... and lost myself between your legs. I guess.”

Ophelia parted her legs a few inches wider. “You truly find me arousing?”

“Oh god yes.”

“This is awfully embarrassing,” Ophelia said, but as usual she didn’t look even slightly embarrassed.

“Then close your legs.”

“I don’t want to.”

Although she looked as apathetic as usual, he felt sparks in the air. Something could happen here. I want something to happen here. All I have to do is reach out...

The rattling of a chainlink fence doused the sparks. Leon looked away from Ophelia and over to the fence just in time to watch Jessie make a cat like landing.

“Woah,” he breathed.

The woman who walked towards them was a much more confident looking Jessica. Instead of a baggy hoodie, she wore an unbuttoned long sleeve black leather jacket with a black shirt underneath that reminded him somewhat of a corset, with only a few thick black strands of lacing attempting and failing to obscure her generous cleavage.

Where there had once been a heavy pair of cargo pants, there was now a form fitting jean skirt. It was more modest than what he’d seen in the hammock when she’d only worn a sweater and underwear, but a pair of sheer tights encasing her legs in semi-transparent black nylon aroused him even more than when he’d seen her bare legs.

Per her usual, she didn’t wear shoes and had to slowly and carefully navigate the wood chips littering the playground so that they wouldn’t rip holes in her nice new pair of tights. Leon had very specific feelings about a woman’s feet and legs in all black or all white nylon tights, and every one of those feelings was a good one.

“Looks like I’m being relegated to a mere background character for the remainder of the day,” Ophelia said. She sounded disappointed, but Leon couldn’t manage to look away from Jessie to offer any genuine consolation.

A slight layer of cherry red lipstick made her lips look full and appetizing. Her long blonde hair still fell straight across her shoulders and a little ways down her back, but she’d taken great care to get rid of some of the frizz and tangles that had plagued it earlier. The uncaring zephyr would soon rob her hair of its dignity, but even that couldn’t harm this full blown makeover.

The only things that revealed the meek young girl hiding beneath the confident woman were the hot pink blush burning across her fair cheeks and the quavering voice that feebly called “Hey,” as she approached.

Ophelia stole the first compliment out from under him. “I might as well be invisible next to you! You look amazing, Jessie.” The impressed exclamation sounded genuine, even in Ophelia’s detached voice.

“Thank you,” Jessie replied softly, but it was him she was watching expectantly.

Leon stepped in close, and, with his jaw still dropped, pinched her cheek.

“Hey!”

“Sorry. I was just making sure.”

“Making sure of what?” she said irritably.

“That you’re real. You look like some otherworldly beauty straight out of all the best dreams.”

Jessie looked down at her feet and shyly said, “I bought all this to impress you. It was actually really expensive but...”

“Consider me highly impressed.”

She peered up at him from under her golden bangs. “Then it was worth the money.”

Giddy emotion threatened to make him lift her up and spin her around, but he managed to settle for giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m going to need SO many pictures of you.”

She grinned and nodded her head. “The ball is in your court, Mr. Photographer.”

“Try not to forget about me. I’d like to pose with this bewitching belle as well,” Ophelia chimed in. “Perhaps you should get photos of us together first, so I can leave the two of you to get reacquainted.”

“Don’t feel like you have to leave, we can always-“ Jessie started to say, but Ophelia interrupted her.

“I wouldn’t dream of getting in your way today. You should enjoy this victory with your beloved,” Ophelia said.

This time, Jessie didn’t correct her, and Leon felt honored by her silence.

“Well, if I only have the two of you for a short amount of time, let’s make the most of it.” Leon said, and began instructing his models.

(Here’s the image Jessie’s outfit was based off, for anyone curious. I’m not embedding the image to respect folks who don’t like reading with pictures. The woman in the photo looks nothing like Jessie of course, and Jessie isn’t wearing the boots or sunglasses. Jessie’s jacket looks very similar, but is leather instead of denim. https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/sexy-young-woman-walking-in-a-city-picture-id1226250681?k=20&m=1226250681&s=612x612&w=0&h=6cVwbcu5SYjrdIoTiHMgNiYv2nzQq1Eg9xdBwi0w5lk= )