A different kind of model 107

 The next morning... 

"Oh, look who's finally awake!" Mia said, as Samuel entered the kitchen. 

"It seems like you had a long night, honey. It's almost eleven in the morning! But I bet you had a lot of fun, didn’t you?" Greta teased him, giggling.

"Don’t be like that, Greta!" Mia exclaimed, but she giggled too. "Now sit down and have some breakfast, Sammie.  I’ll serve you."

Still sleepy, Samuel crossed the kitchen with his mule slippers clicking along the way, and sat gently crossing his legs. He was wearing a sexy embroidered nightie, so short that it was almost impossible not to show his lace thong panties. 

For some reason, that was the only kind of sleepwear he could find in his wardrobe these days. He always made mental notes to go out and buy some more modest pieces, but he never found the time to do so. Besides, it was hard to deny that it was very pleasant to sleep wearing those delicate and soft clothes… 

His hair was tied in a loose bun, and there was no make-up on his face that morning. He was supposed to be a female model, after all, and the girls had stressed out countless times how bad it would be for his skin to sleep with make-up on. 

But despite the lack of cosmetics, he knew he still looked completely feminine. His smooth skin, plump lips, delicate nose and big blue eyes made sure of that. Even after so much time, Samuel still found it very weird to look into the mirror and see the reflection of a woman. 

This morning, however, he tried to have a different attitude. As he had concluded the night before, he needed to believe he was Samantha, a young female model. That was the only way for him to be able to be Samuel again in the future. 

"I'm Samantha" he told himself, in his best sweet female voice. "I'm Samantha and my biggest dream is to be a top model..." he added, feeling a shiver. God, that had been so damn convincing that he almost freak out. Looking at that pretty face, it was almost impossible to believe that it was just an act…

Samuel was still thinking about that as he ate half an orange and drank his green juice. Yes, that was all he had for breakfast now. Once again, he was a model, which meant he needed to take care of his body and couldn't gain any weight at all. 

"So, Sammie, what you are waiting to talk? How was your date?" Greta said, and Samuel shuddered. Did she really need to use the word "date" as she was talking about him going out with another man? He knew that technically she was right, but still…

"I’m dying to know about that, as well" Mia admitted. "It worked? Did you manage to persuade Mr. Abano to terminate the contract?" 

"Well..." Samuel started, weakly, not sure what to say next. He definitely didn't want to have that conversation at that moment, especially considering how that night had ended…