In someone else's mirror

Jesse tried his best… but he just felt so ridiculous and out of place, bending and pouting in front of these two men and their cameras. Their instructions seemed to make no sense: telling him to act like various small, fluffy animals or 'beg with just your eyes'. He'd never really even had to think about what expression he was wearing on his face, or at what angle the light was reflecting off his perky, round asscheeks. The narrow strip of his outfit which cut up between these, presented them more openly than ever before, and left him feeling like he was in a constant state of being wedgied upon a tightrope. It even made him somewhat glad that their normal uniform involved no underwear, rather than the spindly thongs he'd seen some lower class fucktoys wear.

Meanwhile, Selene continued to exude perfection. Finding new ways to flaunt himself before those lenses with every pose and glance. He didn’t even step on Jesse’s toes to do it, finding ways to frame his form around the smaller, more timid sissy’s attempts and constantly offering advice and suggestions. The junior slutwife felt more and more like dead weight, sinking into a mute desperation to just let this far superior being arrange him like a mannequin. Selene took the role as needed, but it was clear he wanted this younger ward to add some inspiration to the mix. The idea that he might be disappointing someone he hung on the every word of, only making Jesse feel worse.

After half an hour or so, they were allowed a break for a costume and background change. Jesse already felt exhausted, and slumped into a despondent heap. Couldn’t he just go back to sucking stranger’s dicks in the cold city streets? His fellow, but far more experienced student came and sat down behind him, offering a wrap-around hug.

“Why do we have to do this? Don’t they get enough photos of us already?!” He murmured, surprising even himself with the desolate sound of his complaint. It wasn’t like him at all, to voice displeasure with anything that was required of him.

The femboy he was between the knees and arms of seemed to think for a minute, arranging his thoughts. "Madame Stanfield told me once: ‘There is a difference between natural beauty and artistry’...”

He kissed the smaller sissy’s forehead and looked down into those wide, watery eyes.

“What do I seem like to you, Jesse?”

There was no hesitation. “You’re amazing! You’re like… some kind of mystical creature… or beautiful alien! The way you move… and talk… and, and… everything! I could never be like that!”

The elder plaything smiled at the compliments, but carried on with the lecture. “Exactly! The algorithm worked out long ago that my attraction was in being ethereal… androgynous. Some kind of barely-human picture that my clients can fawn over as rare and precious and delicate. Someone to put on a shelf or a pedestal and draw all eyes to when I walk into the ballroom on their elbow…” His eyes glazed over a little as he distributed these visions of himself, as if watching them form in the middle distance.

“But the point is you don’t have to be like that… That’s not who you are… Not what anyone wants you to be. And trying to **** it will just end up frustrating and upsetting you.”

Selene ran a selection of those long, precise fingers up under Jesse’s chin. Holding the precious things face up to meet his stare and plucking one small tear from the corner of an eye.

“What you need to work out and understand… is what the rest of the world wants to see in you. What they imagine when they stare down into these big, round eyes of yours. The innocent desperation to please that you don’t seem to realise seeps out of your every pore. You are beautiful Jesse… Not like me, no. But like you. What you need to work on… is seeing that in the way everyone else sees it.”

He leaned down toward the trembling femboy and placed their lips together. A proper kiss this time, sliding their tongues around each other. Jesse felt his heart beating faster and warmth returning to his limbs. Wanting nothing more than to melt into that embrace forever.