Date: Wed, 18 May 2011 01:12:53 +0100 (BST)
From: Glamourous Ann <thetrainingbra@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Glamour Modelling - TG/Magic-SciFi

I had always wondered where they got them from; the models in the men's
magazines I read are always so beautiful, but never around where I look.
So you can imagine that when I saw the competition to spend a day with them
all on a photo shoot I almost came there and then! It was simple, all I had
to do was to fill out the form describing my perfect woman, and they would
pick their favourite.  Easy, I know what I like, all I had to do was right
it down.

Q1. Give your model a name:

Hmmm, I didn't expect to have to go beyond her looks but I went with Anne.

Describe her hair: Black, shoulder length, straight.

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5' 8"

Measurements: 32F-24-34

Personality:

Normally when fantasising about her I didn't consider her personality, but
I made a decision.

Playful, Horny, likes to show off her assets, loves to dress sexy

Other comments: Full pouty lips, pale skin.

At the time I thought nothing of it, I mean any guy would kill for a girl
like that, fulfilling their every need. At the time I thought that this
didn't matter too much, but my wish for this girl came true.

About three weeks passed and I had completely forgotten that I even entered
the competition, when a red envelope marked with the logo of men's magazine
"Ultimate Men" branding in gold letters. I tore it open in excitement. "I
won!" I exclaimed loudly, "I can't believe it, I get a whole afternoon with
those girls, and they'll be naked, with any luck, so will I." I got hard
just thinking about it.

Let me tell you about myself before I go on, 28 years old, alone after the
love of my life left me, and unlucky in love. A job that was going nowhere
and an attitude that followed with it. This competition was exactly what I
needed, although I'd never admit it to anyone, it made my life so much
better, I'm definitely happy now.

The instructions told me to phone and arrange a day. So I did, booked a
week off work to head off to their headquarters, first class, all expenses
paid for, I was bursting with excitement. After I checked into my hotel, a
rep from the magazine met with me. He talked me through the 3 days of
activities. Day 1 I'd get to spend some time with the girls, hanging out,
outside the work place just to get to know everyone. Day 2 I'd go behind
the scenes and see how they operated and Day 3 would be the photo shoot,
the good bit.

The first day was nice, I was nervous as hell and the girls knew it. I had
with me, 3 of the hottest girls I had ever met, and masturbated over, and
they were flirting with me like I was a huge film star with lots of money,
which was dead wrong! That night we hit the town, they had V.I.P. access
all over town, so we got in for free, drank for free and got pretty
hammered. We managed to get a private booth in the V.I.P. area and the
girls cornered me, started asking personal questions, when I last had sex,
which one of them I thought was the cutest, then they did something I
didn't expect. Sophie, the blonde one with big tits, stripped off and
danced for me. Vicki, the small, dark haired one stuck her hands down my
pants and started jerking me off while Amy, another blonde bombshell
started making out with me. It wasn't long before we were hotel bound for a
night of sex I would never forget. I came so many times I lost count, it
was amazing.

It was 10am and the girls were gone, my hangover was worse than ever, and
my wake up call was being persistent. It was time for day 2, I was shown
stripping techniques, how the girls behaved in front of the camera, how to
make good poses for photos and lots of other stuff, it was all very
instructional but there was nothing useful to me, I couldn't be a glamour
model, my severe lack of breasts meant I wouldn't suit their target
market. The day passed slowly and I made it back to the hotel room. The
girls were waiting for me, in my room. They started asking me about Ann, my
perfect woman.

"Tell us about her, we want to know how we can be better for you" giggle
Sophie

"She's fictional, how can I tell you anything about her?" I asked,
"Everything I know about her is on that page I sent in to the competition."

"You must know more about her" Amy said "Like what about tattoos? Or her
favourite colour?"

"But anything I tell you I'll be making up..."

"Humour us" the girls begged in unison. Amy moved closer and sat beside me,
one leg wrapped around me whilst Sophie began massaging my shoulders whilst
deliberately rubbing her breasts on my head. All the while Vicki wrapped
her lips around the end of my dick and began to give me the greatest
blowjob of my life. Since I'd never had one, that's technically true... By
the end of this second round of my foursome, Ann was just 21 years old,
bi-sexual, wanted to be a hip-hop DJ, loved purple and as soon as she was
old enough, go a snake tattoo that went up her side. I wondered how this
was relevant.

This time when I woke up I wasn't hungover, but I didn't feel myself. I
threw off the covers, saw no sign of the girls, I got up and went to the
bathroom. I noticed in the mirror what was different. Whilst I wasn't the
manliest of men, I had a decent set of side burns, but now I had a
perfectly smooth chin, like I was back pre-puberty again, in-fact, when I
checked I was completely hairless, save for my head and crotch.  I also had
deep purple nail polish on my nails.

"Those bitches" I said, "must've shaved me in my sleep, real mature"

I got a wake-up call "Hello?" I asked

"Ann, your driver will pick you up in half an hour, be ready."  *click*
Wrong number I guess.

I went in search of clothes, but nothing I brought with me was here. All
that was here was what I assumed something the girls had left.

There was a short skirt, a bra and panty set, a pair of high heels, and a
tight top that, on the right body would cause me to blow another load.  The
phone rang again.

"These are your clothes now Ann, put them on, driver will be up soon to
make sure you're wearing them, and no, this is not a wrong number" *click*

I'm not sure why, but I believed the voice. So I went over to the girly
clothing, and put on the bra and panty set. Obviously I didn't have the
right shape body, and my cock didn't fit into the tiny girl pants. But I
proceeded to put the skirt and top on and force myself into the heels. I
got some looks in the hotel lobby, but it wasn't long before the driver
picked me up. He took me to the Ultimate studio and I was taken into the
girl's room backstage. Sophie, Vicki and Amy were there, they smiled as
they saw me.

"Congratulations Ann, you win, and now it's time to claim your prize. All
of a sudden, my body started to tremble, the first thing I noticed is that
the shoes I was wearing finally slid in comfortably, I looked down and
watched as my legs took on a toned, shapely female form. The changes
erupted up through my body arriving at my crotch, where I felt my penis
moving, the sensation was odd, then it was replaced by nothing, before I
could comprehend that, my hips flared out, and my waist narrowed, taking on
the measurements of Ann. My face took on a look of shock as the girls just
watched. My skin lightened and became soft and touchable, my stomach flat
and toned. My shoulders narrowed and my arms became slender and graceful,
my hands matched, and my nails sprang out to an inch and a half long. "I'll
have to re-do my nail polish" I thought to myself.

Before I could finish that thought, my hair was already at my shoulders and
my lips were swelling to their new sexy, pouty look. I could barely keep up
with my changes until the big one happened. I felt a tingling in my
nipples, I ripped off my shirt to see. I was growing a generous pair of
breasts, 32F matching Ann, the woman I created, and they made reality.

My first photo shoot goes out next week.

Ciao,

Ann