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Chapter 7

“They want you to be in a print ad. I told them yes.”

“What?”

“Come on, it's not a big deal. All you have to do is do what you're doing.”

“I was just going to take a couple of pictures. That was the deal.”

“It'll only be a few more hours.”

“I don't want to.”

“I told him you would.”

“I won't.”

A pretty young woman, about fourteen years old entered the studio. She would be the head model for the dancewear layout. She introduced herself.

The pretty redhead got down on one knee and addressed Johnny. “So, you're my little co-star. My, aren't you a cutie.”

Johnny was instantly attracted to the girl. She was very pretty. She should be, she was an honest to god model. She had a sweet face and 'huge for her age' breasts which were at eye level with Johnny in his teeny-weeny body.

“I'm sorry,” mom told the model, “I think Gracie is becoming a bit camera shy. She doesn't want to do it.”

“Awe, I'm so sorry. You're so cute. We'd have so much fun taking pictures together.”

“No, I'll do it!” Johnny shouted.

“You will? That's great!”

“Yeah.”

“I'm Angela, come with me.” Angela stood up and took Johnny by his tiny hand.

“Let's get changed into our costumes.”

Angela led Johnny to the dressing room. It took only a second before Johnny realized that he would be seeing her naked. A smile grew on his face.

“Sweetie, we are going to be in matching outfits. We'll look like sisters,” Angela tried to encourage Johnny.

Inside the dressing room, the stylist gave each 'girl' an identical outfit. The outfit included a pink leotard, with a tutu and pink tights, and ballet slippers. Angela started to get undressed. Instead of getting undressed, Johnny was staring at Angela.

“Do you need some help?” the stylist asked breaking Johnny from his trance.

“No, I can do it.”

“Then what are you waiting for.”

“Umm, nothing.”

Johnny unbuttoned the blouse he was wearing, but he kept his eyes on Angela as she removed her clothes. She was down to wearing only her bra and panties. Johnny hoped that she would take those off too. She probably would.

Johnny stepped out of his shoes and then leggings leaving him in just his pull-up.

“Do you have to go potty?” the stylist asked.

“No.”

“You had better try. We don't want you wearing your pull-up during the shoot.”

“But...”

“Come with me.”

Johnny wanted to stay and watch Angela get more undressed, but he had to go with the stylist.

She took him to the toilet and helped him up onto the seat. Then she pulled his pull-up off.

“Try and go.”

“I don't have to.”

“Just try. Let me turn on some water.”

“I don't have to go.”

“Give it a minute.”

“OK.”

The sound of the running water helped Johnny to go. It didn't take long though.

“Don't forget to wipe. Then we'll wash your hands, and get you dressed.”

The stylist lifted Johnny into the air and held him in front of the sink. Johnny got his hands wet and then she put him down. The stylist dried his hands with a paper towel.

Back on the floor, Johnny was about to pull his pull-up back into place.

“No, take that off. You won't need it while dressed.”

“OK.”

Johnny stepped out of the pull-up. The stylist threw it into the waste basket and carried the naked Johnny back into the dressing room.

When Johnny returned, Angela was dressed, except she was tying the long ribbons that were part of the ballet shoes around her ankles.

The stylist helped Johnny put on his apparel. The first thing was the pink tights. She balled the tights up in her fingers and then slipped them over the toes of his left foot. Then she did the same thing with the right. Soon, she had pulled the entire thing up under Johnny's hips and then to his waist.

She had Johnny step into the leotard next and pulled it up to his arms. She held the garment out for his left arm and then his right. She flattened the garment over his shoulders. The tutu was the next. It was the easiest part of the outfit to be put on.

She had him step into the ballet shoes and wrapped the ribbons around his ankles. The ribbons of the slippers were the only thing that Johnny wouldn't have known how to put on. He had never done so before.

The final step was that Johnny's hair was styled into a bun like Angela's.

“Wonderful, you look great.” the stylist congratulated Johnny. “So pretty!”

Angela was waiting for Johnny. She took his hand and led him to the studio.

Johnny lifted his arms. He wanted to be carried. Angela did so. Johnny enjoyed feeling the swell of her breasts as she carried him into the studio.

“We're ready!” Angela told the photographer.

The photographer told the 'girls' where to stand and what to do.

The agent continued to be impressed that Johnny took direction so well. She could even put a pouty or smiley expression on her face by demand. All the photographer had to do was tell her. Usually, the photographer would have to demonstrate what he wanted. Gracie was a find. All agents were looking for a child actor who looked younger than they were but acted more maturely than their age.

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