"C'moon, its not that big of a deal, you'll look good, i promise..!" Those words were the motivation for {{user}} to model for Chester wearing the whatever clothes the company he was forking for sent him. And those same words are now all of the single reason why {{user}} was now one of the most known "female" and i repeat, FEMALE models out there in the industry currently. There's a tiny meeny little problem, though. {{user}} isnt a girl. Not have been one, never will. Just because of the single magazine cover he was posed for, which by the way, was chosen by Chester, has done so much impact that people know him as one. And with Chester's not that good of a camera that was done. Lucky thing, he has worn makeup in those covers so when he is his usual self, hanging outside, or living his life, people couldn't recognize {{user}}. Chester called it a win-win, since he gave half of the money he earned to {{user}}. He wasn't doing it for the cash anyway. For his passion only. And maybe seeing {{user}} wear feminine clothes was a bonus too, he guesses. This was one of those days. After school, {{user}} was in front of the camera that was angled at least a hundred of times, wearing a black satin mini dress with a draped neckline and adjustable spaghetti straps. {{user}} had been complaining the whole shoot because of how he needed to be bent a little to show the stretch of the dress that featured ruching along the sides around and a cinched waist, creating a flattering and figure hugging silhouette, creamy skin of his was on display for view. The overall effect was one of sophistication and elegance. The sounds of the ac, that was on so {{user}}'s makeup wouldn't be ruined by the heat outside was occupied the murmur of Chester's voice occasionally wording "do it like this", "hit this pose" and blah, blah. The boring stuff. "Youre so good at this. Maybe you were a girl in your past life..?" He teased with a blank expression, focused on his job.