Role Model

The camera flashes go wild and the shouts of the reporters reach a tidal wave level as you walk up the stairs to this year's Met Gala.

Since your nude début almost a year ago, you've become the shooting star of the international fashion scene. Mostly because you managed to gather your courage and give in to the exhibitionist urges that came flooding over you in the aftermath of your first catwalk show. Ever since, you're The Naked Model – every relevant designer in the world has made offers to you to make clothes just for you and your show - clothes that reveal more than they hide, clothes that respect the way of life you have brought to the stage and your private life. Naked, Natural, Sex Positive and Open. You wear little at work and even less in private. Wherever you go, you create scandals – have been arrested a couple of times for public indecency, but the more famous you get the less people dare to express their outrage over your nudity so drastically.

When people started calling it a trend, more and more women followed your example. Not many, not enough to make it a movement. Yet. But you're getting there. Eventually. You're confident,

You present your shapely ass to the press and turn around for frontal nudity. This year's motto of the Gala is “Hide and Seek.“ You don't know if the Met found it funny to invite you to anything involving the word "hide", but you adhere to the motto in your own way. You wear thigh high black faux leather boots, full arm velvet gloves - and a black half mask, hiding your face from the curios onlookers. And nothing else. No one has to Seek anything but your facial features.

“Lexi, how does it feel to the be first fully naked cover of the most famous fashion magazines in the world?”

“I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.”

Josephine Baker's famous aphorism has become some kind of a catchphrase, whenever the situation doesn't allow to explain your philosophy in detail. Which you love to do, but not on a red carpet.

You turn around again, grant them another look at your world renowned ass and walk inside.

You enjoy the event – giggle softly as you remember the awkward, introvert little man that you used to be. You still can't believe how lucky you were to get the chance to change your life in a way no one else ever could. Become the person you were really meant to be. A woman. The change you didn't know you needed until you got it. It made you so much stronger, more confident - yourself. The thought of being the centre of attention of so many people would have made Alexander sweat – the thought of being naked while being it would have been the literal stuff of nightmares. In this body, with this personalty and mindset, you can't imagine your life any other way any more.

You walk around, greet acquaintances, friends, the inevitable occasional hater and envious rival. Your agent is present, as well as the man who hired you for your first show – they too have gained some reputation and fortune in the wake of your rise to stardom. You're grateful to them and still reward them with an occasional tryst in one of your multiple bedrooms of your new mansion.

Every person you greet by hugging - which are many - ceases the opportunity to feel you up, touch you and grope your butt or boobs. You enjoy and invite that. It is known. You've have made clear in multiple interviews how much you do, so more and more are follow that invitation. At the end of the night, you'll have some bruises from slaps and pinches. You wear them proudly.

Eventually as the night progresses you spot two young women across the room in matching dresses – the black American in white, the pale British woman in black, but they are in the same cut and most important - both equally transparent, revealing the young women's firm and shapely tits, butts and their tiny G strings, their only concession to the socially accepted idea of public decency. They interpreted the Hide and Seek motto very similar to you. You smile broadly. You've been wanting to meet those two for So long.

The young black woman has started her career in kids and teeny shows, aimed at girls, mostly. You haven't noted her much as a boy back in the days. Her breakthrough came as the Hero's love interest in one of the countless superhero movies and ever since she has become one of the hot young newcomers of Hollywood. As has her British companion – she started in Low Budge horror movies - more to your liking, back then, very much so in fact. {first_name _male} had a crush on her since the first saw her on screen. Her breakthrough also came – of course, these days - in a superhero movie. Not as love interest but as a sidekick, making her way to top billing after her main hero dies a heroic ****. Their latest project, the one that brought them together is a SciFi epic in which they play the prospective Wife and the Current Lover of the main character. They did most of the press work for that one together and ever since are practically inseparable in public. Rumours about them being a couple run wild and are as yet unconfirmed. These rumours are only overshadowed by their daring public appearances. Inspired by you.

And that’s not just your ego speaking, they name drop you at every occasion they can - and there are a lot off occasions, for the two Love to wear provocative outfits fitting your philosophy. Mostly transparent tops – their nipples have become stars of their own in recent moths, so far none of them has dared to go full nude with one of your trademark designs of leaving key body parts uncovered or going fully transparent without bra or panties. But you can definitely see them doing it. Especially - you smile – if you meet finally and encourage them

You walk up to them, in your trained catwalk stride that makes your tits wiggle so nicely. As they notice you you see a second's hesitation in their faces - your mask is doing its job, but there can be little doubt – as of now, your philosophy is not popular enough for anyone but you yourself to show up at the Met Gala practically fully naked. And be allowed in. Yet. A smile shows on both their faces and you feel warm inside. That is why you like being your female you SO much, you inspire people. You enrich people's lives. Sure you also provoke people who then call you names they think are insulting. But today, right now - It's pure joy and adoration on these faces.

“Oh my God, it’s really her!”

The young black woman beams at her companion.

“See, I told you she’d be here!”

“Yeah, but...”

You interrupt the fangirling and kiss the black one so happy to see you on the mouth – even through her dark skin, you can see her blush as you release her and repeat the greeting with her friend – who hungrily returns the kiss. You grin as you release her - a lit less easy to surprise, apparently.

You smile at them.

”I am SO glad to meet you two, at long last. Why haven't we ever met before?”

The ebony part of the couple just stares at you, the Brit grins.

“Well, we're all busy women, am I right”

You nod.

"Still. Two icons like you. I just love your movies. That one historic drama of yours – So moving!”

You turn back to the black woman.

“And your black and white marriage drama – unbelievably well played. Loved it! And I cant wait to see you together at last next months!”

Had you met them when you were still Alexander - not that that that would have ever happened, how would pathetic shy little you have gotten into their circles – you'd have swooned over their superhero flicks. Which were cool and both acted great in them, but as a woman your tastes have broadened a bit. The movies you missed out on as man man are a whole other world. They seem impressed. And grateful of your pick of movies to praise them for.

“Thanks. We've’ been following your - work too…”

The British woman grins at you, and you smile back broadly.

“I’m aware of that. My nudy sense was tingling whenever one of you two showed up in public in one of these stunning outfits."

The black woman giggles at the reference to her superhero flick.

"And then even mention my name as an inspiration. You two may have helped to make me famous more than my shows."

The Ebony beauty's giggle turn into an almost shy smile.

“Oh, hardly. You’re so - stunning on the catwalk. And everywhere else. Strong, confident. Such an inspiration to come out and live free and open and self determined!”

You feel yourself blush a little, now. A sensation you haven't known in while. You felt a bit embarrassed for your crush on those two - especially on the Brit with her weird sense of humour and down to Earth attitude. But apparently they have a crush just as hard for you. Being admired by your own celebrity crushes feels – incredibly weird. You still haven't totally gotten used to the idea of being famous yourself. But it also makes your pussy tingle. Your whole body feels warm and your nipples get even harder. You fear if you stand here any longer you'll start to drip.

You you put an arm around each of the women’s shoulder and lead them to the bar to have a drink. And a talk. A long talk.

After an hour, you have two new friends; after two - spent not just drinking but also fooling around, looking at art and meeting people - you've fallen in love with both of the women. Like - seriously in love!

The rest of the evening you three spend kissing and making out in a remote corner of the Museum. You find out the rumours are true, the two are couple. And when the evening ends the reporters and fans will get a brand new addition to the rumours. You take the two back to your place, where the flimsy remains of the revealing clothes that brought you together end on the floor as soon as you walk through the door. You take them to your playroom – a bedroom in red and pink, mirrored walls and ceiling, huge bed – not the one you sleep in but you do not intend sleeping much tonight.

You bury your face between the Brits pale thighs – her pubic hair is a thick bush, breaking all rules of modern Hollywood. It does have the same deep red colour like the hair on her head, though - which you’re pretty sure is not her natural colour, so she dyes her pubes. You smile. What a shame – so much effort just to hide those auburn curls from the world. Her black lover sports a bush too, but a trimmed one, just long enough to be slightly curly. You blame their bushes on yourself too, you always proudly present your trimmed pubes. You can't wait until you have your two followers persuaded to fully follow your lead and and show theirs to the public.

You play with her hair as you lick her plump, swollen lips and her clit and begin to suck it. You've been dreaming of doing this to her for so long - well, when you were still a man you honestly didn't think of licking her, but then again, you were an egoistic idiot. This is heaven. And it only gets better as you let the other woman crawl between your legs and start kissing your hot and wet twat. You moan into the British pussy you're eating while the ebony star’s tongue parts your lips and you take very little time to come – the evening was more or less a very long foreplay to this and has you all thee more than ready.

After you two came you focus your attention on the black girl, you between her thighs, licking her pussy, your new British lover kissing her mouth passionately, wildly, and letting her hand wander over her ebony thighs. Together you make the black girl come in about a minute.

The night flies by in a frenzy of lesbian lust, orgasms so many in such a rapid succession that they're impossible to count.

The sun has risen already as you three finally fall asleep, fully satisfied. Not for long - you're plagued by erotic dreams and visions in your sleep and awake horny and wet, so you wake your lovers with your tongue all over their bodies for another round.

You spend all day together, only leave the room to eat, celebrating your new found love.

Few weeks later, just when the two have reached the height of their success with the release of the SciFi Epic, and you just got a another naked cover in a renowned fashion magazine, you end all rumours and make it official by moving in together. Your two lovers have by now fully adapted your philosophy and shed the superfluous panties under their transparent dresses, showing themselves naked for all to see.

You three are Hollywood's lesbian scandal threesome. But you're all widely admired and praised for your lifestyle. Your freedom, your openness. You're the Queens of the world of movies and fashion. You set trends and open mind.

This is what you were meant to be. A strong open confident woman on top of the world.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.