Samuel was forced to wear that outfit all day. The only good side, he thought, was that he didn't have to leave the apartment, so no one else saw him wearing those clothes.
At night, he saw that even his new pajamas looked a little weird. This consisted of a shirt and a pair of shorts, both white, which was similar to what he used to use before, it's true, but those pieces were also silky, and a bit too short and tight.
The next day, the girls said they would start teaching him how to pose as a model. Needless to say, Samuel wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but he had no choice since he was being paid very well to be their model. He then wore another outfit chosen by Greta and Mia – which once again seemed effeminate to him – and then followed them to a small photographic studio that they had set up in the apartment.
He spent the next hour struggling to do the poses the girls were trying to teach him. He definitely had no talent for it, and he was feeling embarrassed because he couldn't see himself as a "modern man" while doing those poses, but rather as a sissy. Still, he was trying hard because he really needed that job.
"That's a little better" Greta said at some point. “Just move your right leg a bit forward… Yeah, that's right! Now a smile would be nice too… Good, Sam, You're getting the hang of it!”
"True" Mia agreed. "But still… I don’t know… There’s something wrong about him..."
"Umm... I think I know what you mean. His hair doesn't fit the look we want..."
"M-my hair?" Samuel stammered.
“Don’t worry, darling!” Mia said, cheerful. "We know a great salon! I'm sure you're going to love the place!"