THE CATWALK
SUPER MODEL
SUPER MODEL
Martin Brooks was an 18 year old boy who had dark ash blonde hair, that looked almost brown until light hit it and one could see tinges of a shade of light blonde show through. He had lovely hazel brown eyes, he was of thin build and had cute looks for a boy. He was great at everything that he studied at Harvard University, but he was not so great at paying back his student loans or even his rent of a lovely 1 bedroom apartment that he had at Pinewood Grove, a rural community of two bedroom apartments, ground and first floor.
Martin was so seriously in debt, only because he was stupid enough to spend all of his money on booze, fast cars, going out partying every single night. He had no real respect for money or even girls for that matter, the head dean of Harvard, Miss Monroe had gotten to find out all about Martin and his ways, he also had a cocky attitude, an oversized ego and had been known to have slept with any and every girl he came across. Determined to change his ways and teach him also a lesson, she found out about a new kind of a modelling agency, that were advertising for male models, with plans to hold a venue in Vegas.
But there was something uniquely interesting about the fashion show, and what the modelling agency was all about. It was a concept that was bold, daring, but with a promise that would sure get people wanting to come back for more. There was going to be an initial shock reaction, but that will all be forgotten about once the fashion show was all over. It sure was going to be the talk of the town, the century even, Lisa went to find out more, once she did, she put plans into action where she could entice Martin to sign a legally binding contract, that will change his life forever.
With a visit from his landlord telling him to pay 1,000 dollars within two weeks or be evicted should he fail to come up with the money, Martin was surely desperate. The situation was perfect for Lisa to take advantage of. She had Martin eating out of her lap, as the saying goes, when she offered to help him, though it came with two conditions, to do everything she told him to do and to ask no questions. With being in so much bad debt and bad trouble, Martin was only too happy to agree to Lisa Munroe's terms.
Something he soon would live to regret. Or maybe not. As she took him to the modelling agency where he met the owner of it inside what was to be his new dressing room, which however was all girlie pink, it had a chair at a dressing table, to which he was sat on, there was two other chairs, a full length mirror and a long clothes rail. But it was all completely filled with row upon row of pretty girlie like dresses. Something obviously was not quite right, but Martin dared not ask, and he had agreed not to ask any questions, he also feared of blowing his only one true hope and help which was Lisa.
Nobody else would have helped him and Lisa had been the only person to have offered her help. He could not lose that in anyway. The owner of the modelling agency was called Miss Missy Femme. Who told Martin to get changed right away into the clothes that he was expected to wear, she took one of the dresses from the rail handed it to him along with a pair of frilly panties and a pair of Ballerina like shoes. Here, put all of these on and quickly, we have a photo shoot to do, then the Fashion Show itself is due to start.
Martin was utterly and completely shocked. But he managed to say. But these are girls clothes.
"No, they are not, those are Sissy clothes. Replied Miss Missy Femme very sharply. You see Martin my dear sweet Sissy. You are now one of my Sissy Male Models, as this is an all Sissy male modelling Agency. And you have singed a legal and binding contract that says you accept such a status, and what it means and what comes form being that. Now do as you are told or else.
Replied Miss Missy Femme in a very warning tone. Martin could not believe that he had singed a contract that was legally binding where he had to be a Sissy Male Model. Lisa had not told him that but for good reason, or he would not have singed it. But if he hadn't then he would still be in massive debt and trouble, if he was to quit being a Sissy Male Model, or just walk out, he will still be in massive debt and trouble.
There seemed to be no real way out and very little choice. So, somewhat reluctantly, Martin took the items of clothing and proceeded to get dressed, Lisa and Missy left the dressing room and waited for him to get out of his boys clothing and into the items he had been told to put on. Martin did so, as best as he could, when he was ready, he opened the dressing room door to let Lisa and Missy back in again. Lisa helped to zip up the dress from behind and apply just a little bit of make up to his face.
"This is not to make you look completely like a real girl, you understand Martin. It is vital and important that everyone can all see and know how much of a Sissy you truly are. Which is why you wont be wearing a wig, your short hair will do nicely. Which is very nice and thick by the way. Martin said nothing, he was in too much in shock... He was soon taken to where the photo shoot was being held, poor Martin did not really have any time to take a breath, once that was all done and complete.
He was whisked away to do the big opening fashion show. Where he and a few other Sissy men all had to go down a catwalk modelling the dresses that they had been told to wear, one was wearing a frilly pink one. Martin counted him self to be be lucky that his dress was white and had no frills, but there was however, lots of lace to it, with short puffy white sleeves, resembling more of a little girl like dress than one worn by an adult female.
"Next on is Sissy Susie, sporting a lovely white dress. Came a suden announcment. Martin looked really confused as he stood there, wondering who this Sissy Susie was."That's you by the way you silly Sissy. Said Lisa who had come up from behind the confused looking Martin. What?
"That's officially your new name now. So get used to it, now get down that cat walk and start to mince.. Oh and do it properly, or Miss Femme will be most displeased with you. Martin, aka Sissy Susie feared that the worse would happen to him should he dare disobey Lisa, or do something to get Miss Femme cross or mad at him.
So he began his somewhat nervous first few steps down the catwalk, the entire venue was packed out with men and women, though the audience base was mostly all female. There was an out burst of giggles, cheers, wolf whistles and cameras flashed everywhere and everyone all clapped their hands as Sissy Susie continued her way down the catwalk.
(Martin Brooks/Sissy Susie)
If Martin thought having to mince around like a Sissy in a little girl like dress to be the most embarrassing thing he had to ever do in his entire life. Then little did he know that the next line up was the underwear category, in which he will have to strut, or in this case, mince around in nothing but a pair of frilly panties, but at least he wont be totally alone in doing that.
