A different kind of model 102 (Patreon)

The dinner was finally over, and Samuel couldn’t be happier. Not that he hadn't liked the food - It had been superb, in fact, and Samuel only lamented being forced to eat such small portions. He now was a model, after all, which meant he needed to live on constant diets.

The wine was delicious, too, and the feminized man drank three or four glasses along the night. This was much more than he had planned at first, but he was sure that he hadn’t gotten drunk. He wasn't going to do something stupid again... Not that night. 

Paolo had also proved to be an excellent company, and in the brief moments when Samuel was able to relax a little bit, he had actually enjoyed the time they were spending together. 

The truth was that this would have been an amazing night had it not been for the fact that Samuel was dressing such a sexy dress and heels, pretending to be a woman. The experience had been very distressing. Almost for the entire dinner, he had a terrifying feeling that at any moment Mr. Abano would discover his secret, and then he would be exposed in front of everyone. 

He knew that during all this time that he had been living like a woman this had never happened. No one had ever suspected that he was anything but a female, which he honestly didn't know whether it was good or bad news.

But that night it was different. He was on a date, for God’s sakes! He had never spent so much time alone with a man, so he believed that the chances of him making some mistake that could reveal his true gender were greater. Still, he had survived, and now he was once again in Mr. Abano's car on the way home...

...Or at least he believed so.