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Futanari Model for Art Class – Part 1″Wanted: Futanari Model for Art Class” – These words on a small sheet of paper, pinned to the blackboard in the entry hall of my dorm near Tokio university caught my antention. “Female or transgender with female appearance prefered. Please apply with photo.” Below that, only an email address was printed in small, nearly unreadable letters.2 Months ago, I had arrived in Tokio after a sudden decision to continue my studies in mathematics somewhere else in the world. The main reason was that I would try to live for a year as a woman, leaving my old identity behind me. Nobody at the university knew my secret at that point of time, I changed my clothes on the airport after passing customs. “Juliana” was my name since then, I told it to all people I met in the past weeks.Stil, I was feeling very lonely. Initially I was looking for some kind of activity, I had hoped that I could find an Iaido group on the blackboard. Or maybe Kendo. But now I was thinking about posing as an Futa Model in front of some art students. What will I have to do, what should I wear… my mind had already begun to create images of me. “Female appearance”. Hmmm… am I female enough? I wrote down the email address.Immidiatly after I returned to my small appartement, I started my laptop, searched for some photos of me. Yes, the one in the tight black dress seemed to be alright. Attached it to the email, added the usual words “… I would be happy… hope that I am the right person… regards”. Hesitated for a moment. But only a moment. There it goes, Let’s see what happens…Nothing for a week. Nothing happened. I already had forgotten that I wrote the mail, when an email from a professor of the university istanbul escort appeared in my inbox. “… many thanks… very interesting…”. Obviously I nearly had the job. All I had to do in addition was: Sending a nude photograph of me. OK. Wait. What?! I had strong doubts about the seriousness of the offer, so I did a quick google search. To my surprise, the name and email address belonged to a well known and appriciated professor of the university. The professor sooned turned out to be a “she” in the mid 50s. I could find many fascinating drawings and artwork of her in the internet. Famous galleries sold them for huge amounts of money. The early work seemed to be anime art, later changed to erotic art, drawings and photography. “The history of futanari art” was a book she had published.And now she wanted a nude picture of me. I noticed that I got excited. At least a little bit. Better to send one where I am shaved? Uh… Japanese like it hairy… but what do they prefer for white europeans? Shaved, I think.Better a picture where my cock is a little bit swollen? Or completely stiff?I finally found the photo I considered to be the right one: Nude, completely shaved, oiled body. Only wearing my red high heels. And yes: One could clearly see that my penis was able to penetrate a pussy. I pressed “send” again.As already expected, it took again some time until I received the next mail.She liked that I seemed to be so open minded, that I had no problems to show my body to somebody I did not know. And that I am exactly what she was looking for. In 4 weeks, the new seminar would start. She expected avcılar escort to met me there on monday, at 8a.m. for the first lession with her class. A picture was attached, showing a character from an ancient story book. Female body… huge dangling cock… black overknee boots, armor on arms and shoulders. Nothing else. If possibly, I should bring such boots with me.—-Room 1052. The door was open, the bright morning sun filled the room, reflections on the windows, I hardly could see, what was inside. “Come in.” A friendly voice adressed me. I stepped into the direction where it came from. I was waering a very short, black mini skirt, a white blouse, the shoes with the highest heels that I found, and of course no underwear at all. I was nervious, felt very excited, noticed that my cock was heavily swollen. With every step, I could feel it rubbing against the skirt and my legs.”Nice to met you, Juliana. You look even better than on your photos. You can call me Anna.”We shook hands. She was a really small persion, hardly more than 145cm. Incredibly, how young she appeared. If I had to estimate her age, I would have said, probably 30-35. My eyes met her’s. I must have been looking a little helpless. “It is your first time as a model, today?” She asked. I nodded. “Don’t worry. Better we start now, I have some very slow artists in this class, today. We can talk later, while they are drawing.”For the first time, I saw that we were not alone in the room. 5 Students were looking at me. Or should I say: Staring at me. Anna placed her hand on my shoulder. “Time to undress.” She smiled, turned around and went to the front of the room. I placed my bag with the boots on a table near şirinevler escort the window, took place on a chair. When I grabbed down to my shoes, I suddenly realized, that I had already spread my legs to far, and together with the (very!) short skirt, the students of the first row had a really nice view between my legs. I quickly pressed my legs together, looked up. Yes, they had seen my cock. I was now really getting nervious. One moment later, my next thought caused me to relax: Who cares? they will see it anyway within the next few minutes.”This is Juliana”. Anna intruduced me to the class. “Together with Momo, she will be your model for the next 2 months. I hope you are well prepared. I will check now your homework drawings from last month, while she undresses and gets ready.”I slipped out of my shoes, slided down my skirt, stepped out of it. And immediately, I felt free and relaxed. Yes, I am naked now! Everybody can see my cock, my eggs, my body. In case, I will get aroused, everybody in the room will notice it. But now I was sure, that I was doing the right thing. I stood up, then I buttened up my blouse. Took it off, placed it on the table. Silently slipped into the overknee boots. Anna looked in my direction. “OK. One moment, I will help you with the armor.” She went to her desk and came back to me with some heavy sleeves. I slipped into them with my arms. Some other parts she placed on my shoulders. She went around me, fixed the strings around my arms and around my neck. All in a very professional way. For a moment, I forgot that I was mostly naked.”Turn a little bit.” She was standing left to me, I turned to her. During the turn my cock touched the backside of her hand. Suddenly I realized that I had already gotten wet for some time. Did she notice? Probably. “No. Turn in the opposite direction”. She closed the last string behind my neck.”Let’s take a look at you.” She stepped in front of me and went backwards to the students of the first row.”It would have been more authentic if you did not shave. At least not above your penis. But besides that, you are looking great.”

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