A different kind of model 100

"Where are we going, Paolo?" Samuel asked some time later, as the car headed towards the central area of Milan. 

"That's a surprise!" the Italian man smiled. "But don't worry... I'm sure you're going to love it!"

Samuel wasn't so sure about that, but in response he just smiled back and said he could hardly wait to get there. The feminized guy was having mixed feelings. He was very apprehensive about that whole situation, but on the other hand he was loving the sensation of riding on a Ferrari. 

He wanted more than anything to drive that car even if just a little bit... However, even if Paolo agreed to this, Samuel knew that it would be virtually impossible with those sky-high heels he was wearing. 

Apart for some small talk, they didn't speak so much along the way. Samuel was focused on enjoying the experience of being in such a car as much as possible, while Paolo was paying attention to traffic. However, it didn't stop him from admiring Samantha's bare legs from time to time.

"Here we're!" he said about twenty minutes later. "What do you think?"

"Oh, Paolo, this place seems amazing!" Samuel cried out, seeing himself in front of an upscale restaurant. "But also looks very expensive..."

"This is not a problem, my dear" Paolo said, coming so close to Samuel that the feminized guy instinctively retreated a little. "Besides, nothing is too expensive when we're talking about you. You deserve only the best!"

"Why thank you, Paolo!" Samuel said, blushing and wondering if the Italian man would still think the same if he knew what that "beautiful woman" in front of him actually had between her legs. 

The interior of the place was even more impressive. Samuel had definitely never been in a place as elegant as that one. As they were led to the booked table, Samuel noticed several men around lusting after him. 

He was completely sure he would never get used to it. These days, wherever he went, he was always the center of attention. People always stopped whatever they were doing to look at him and this was even worse that night since he was dressed so provocatively.

Mr. Abano seemed to be the happiest man in the world to be by Samantha’s side, smiling broadly as he crossed the place with a hand on her back. When they finally arrived at the table, he pulled out the chair for her to sit down. 

Wasting no time, he then ordered some fancy wine. This made Samuel worried. He remembered very well what had happened the last two times he had drunk alcohol as Samantha. The first one he had been kissed by a guy in a nightclub, and on the second occasion he had signed that damn contract that left him stuck as a female model. He just couldn't make that mistake once again. 

"Umm... Paolo, I think I'll pass the wine" he said. "I have to finish an important college project tomorrow morning, so I don't want to be hung over."

"This is completely understandable, my dear" Mr. Abano said. "And I admire how committed you are to your duties. However, I insist that you drink just one glass. This won't warm you, I promise! This wine is a favorite of mine… You simply have to try it. I'm sure you won't regret it!"

Samuel felt he had no choice. He knew that saying no to the man so soon wouldn't be a good way to start that date.

"Okay, Paolo, but just one glass!”  And only because it's you who is asking..." he smiled seductively, remembering himself for the thousandth time that he needed to be friendly and flirty that night. 

"Perfect, Samantha! So I propose a toast to us, hoping that this is just the first of many wonderful nights that we'll spend together."

“To us” Samuel repeated, afraid of the implications of what the Italian man had just said. The feminized guy was supposed to start regaining his manhood that night, but in truth at that moment he felt more trapped as Samantha than ever…