A Picture Perfect Sissy

Sure, they had poked fun of him at first, but as the months wore on, the novelty wore off, and he was just another client to service. He sat in the chair and let them do whatever Karen had written out on the piece of paper he was required to hand over upon his arrival. Yesterday, it was a simple pedicure: a light pink polish applied several times and, finally, a silver-glitter coat laid over that.

"Oh don't your little toes look so cute and sparkly," Karen had said, mockingly when he entered the studio. "Show them to Sue. Look Sue, aren't they just darling?"

The two women, dressed in their drab clothes and sensible shoes, laughed at the silly sissy with the sparkly toes. Jason felt terribly ashamed. He really did think his toes looked cute the way they looked now.

All day long Jason found himself modeling fuck-me pumps, icicle-thin stilettos, fluffy mules, wedge-heeled sandals, the more straps and bows and ribbons and buckles, the better. For his barefoot shots, he wore ankle bracelets, toe rings, and something he'd never seen before called a barefoot sandal: a kind of decorative ribbon that slipped over his toe with no sole at all. "Arch your foot, stupid," Karen would shout, or "point your pretty toes, you sissy," and Jason would do what she said, if it were possible. "Flex your toes," Karen snapped, "More," as she shot two rolls of film and loaded the camera again while Sue placed a ripe strawberry between each of Jason's toes and then covered his feet with whipped cream.

Many times he wore shoes that it was impossible to even walk in, shoes so complicated that Sue had to put on and take off his feet. But, all in all, it wasn't as difficult as some of the other shoots. He didn't, after all, have to worry about smiling, or looking seductive, or anything like that. "No one is interested in your face today Holly," Karen would snap, annoyed, when he instinctively smiled winsomely for the camera, "all you are to these perverts is a pretty pair of feet." Somehow, Jason found that a little depressing, to think his face didn't matter, although he didn't really know why. So as Karen zoomed in on his feet, Jason smiled prettily anyway.