Model Misinterpretation

Blake didn't know what else to do. His old identity was gone, and he had no documents for his new one. Once an African American bodybuilder, he was now inexplicably a young, skinny, white chick with a pixie cut and almost no muscle tone to speak of. He had nowhere to go and only had a few days worth of cash on him; he needed a job desperately.

With an insane amount of luck, Blake landed a position at a modeling agency. It was not his first choice, but with no knowledge of his current body's skills and no chance to return to bodybuilding, this seemed like his only option. After all, he was already experienced with posing in varying amounts of clothing. Other than the complete overhaul of his physiology, his lifestyle hadn't really changed. However, instead of four hours of gym each day interspaced with two hours of camerawork, it was now six hours of only the latter.

After a few months on the job, Blake began to get noticed. Other modeling agencies were scouting him out for additional work or even offering to buy out his current contract altogether. The money was alright, but there was a problem. His photos were all being marketed towards the lesbian crowd.

Clothing, hairstyles, and even the positions he posed in were all carefully selected by the agency to help their client companies expand to a new demographic, and Blake was the face of it. Out on the street, women frequently came up to him asking for his autograph or even his phone number. This would have been a dream come true before, but Blake had been coming to terms with another new reality: he wasn't into women anymore. He struggled to accept it for a long time, but his recurring dreams were impossible to ignore; dreams of getting fucked by exactly the type of man he used to look like.