Emotions, contradicting and at odds with one another, ran roughshod through my soul. Feeling extremely foolish and out of place, I took stock of the most prevalent ones. Intimidation, discomfort, anguish, and regret flowed through my shaking, quivering body. Interwoven through all of them was excitement and extreme sexual arousal. The regret stemmed from my idiotic decision to audition for a famous photographer, putting m...

Rayven’s words, as she went through a huge closet about the size of my entire apartment, perfectly foreshadowed the timbre of life’s new tangent. “You’re an Esteel model, now, so the regular rules no longer apply.” The contract was signed; an additional clause, hastily scrawled in pen, dictated that I was to wear the mask at all times. My trans companion told me that it was to hype up the mystique. “These are perfect for...

The musty stench of mold, mildew, and who knows what else was only partially covered by the hundred or so sticks of burning incense. Photography lights burned into our retinas, blinding us, and the crumpled tarps on the filthy floor may have hidden the dirt, leaves, and rat droppings from view beneath us, but the infestation and decay were evident everywhere. Having always thought that being a professional model meant fir...