Chapter 1

Jill was a striking young woman. She was tall and beautiful. Her warm toned skin covered a landscape of muscle that was honed each week at the gym. Some said strong physique was a characteristic of futanari. Jill knew it came from constant effort. Her face was lightly peppered with freckles across her small nose and the tops of her cheeks. Jill’s hair was a rich, chestnut brown that fell halfway down her back.

Erica had to hurry her steps to keep up with her older, taller futa sister. Slender and petite, Erica was a girl of 19, but looked younger. Her large blue eyes and small face belied her age. Erica’s carefree demeanor and playful behavior accentuated the perception. Her skin was smooth and seemingly perfect, due to the rigorous beauty regimen and artistic makeup technique that Erica excelled at. Her yellow dress danced around her body as she matched Jill’s pace.

Jill and Erica were close in age. They had grown up together as best friends. They were each other’s protectors and confidants. Jill had any physical or medical situation under control. Erica was the therapist; always seeming to have insight and offering the best advice. They instinctively knew how each other would move as they navigated the crowd in the mall. This excursion was a distraction from the Jill’s boring job and Erica’s college studies.

Jill’s somewhat androgynous beauty drew attention from everyone. At a height of 6 feet and 2 inches, she was difficult to miss. They made their way to the food court. Erica had set her mind on Chinese food. She loved honey-chicken and fried rice, while Jill just got vegetables. Jill knew Erica would hardly eat anything and Jill would finish the chicken that was left. Finding a table near the window they sat down in the concaphone of voices echoing endlessly.

As they ate, Jill took every opportunity to sneak vegetables onto Erica’s plate. It was a constant game they played during meals. So when a man with a warm, friendly smile approached their table, a stalk of broccoli hopped into Erica’s rice. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, in his practiced and confident style. “I couldn’t help but notice you.” Jill and Erica exchanged a glance. They were waiting for the sales pitch. The man was dressed too well to be asking for a handout, so he must be trying to get their money some other way. Jill, ever cautious when it came to Erica, leaned back and put one arm over the back of a chair. “What are you pushing on us? We’re trying to eat.”

The man made a rehearsed laughed. “Oh, nothing of the sort,” he said, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “My name is Bill. I’m a photographer, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to your unique beauty. From your features, I assume the two of you are related; maybe sisters? I was wondering if you’d be interested in modeling sometime.”

Erica’s curiosity piqued. “Modeling?” she repeated.

Bill nodded, his smile unfaltering. “Yes, I do all types of shoots, and I think you two would be perfect subjects to add to my portfolio. I pay well.” he added, pulling his phone from his back pocket. “I can show you some samples of my work.”

Jill’s skepticism was evident, but Erica was already leaning forward to look at the screen. As Bill flipped through photos, Jill asked “How much do you pay?”.

“I start at $60 an hour for basic shoots and it goes up from there.” Bill said. Both sisters’ eyes widened.

“It’s a lot,” Erica said, glancing at Jill for confirmation.

Jill paused. Her mind was calculating the possibilities this was a scam. The money would be nice, and the idea of posing with Erica seemed entertaining. “Where would you do these shoots?”

“Just down the street, at my studio.” Bill gestured to his left.

“Tell you what,” Jill said finally, “We’ll think about it and get back to you.”

Bill’s face lit up with excitement. “I’ll give you my number,” he said, scribbling it on a napkin and sliding it across the table to Jill. “Just give me a call when you’re ready, and we can set up a time for your first session.”

With that, he turned quickly and walked away, leaving the sisters contemplating the unexpected offer. Erica turned to Jill, a hopeful glint in her eye. “Well, what do you think? I say we give it a shot.” Jill could see the excitement in Erica’s face, but her initial hesitation remained. “I don’t know,” she said. She pushed her plate of food to the side, and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. “It’s a lot to consider. I’ve never liked the way I look in photos. I’m self conscious. Who knows how many people will end up seeing them. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with Bill either.”

Erica’s voice took on a persuasive tone. “Come on,” she coaxed. “It’ll be fun! We can do it together. We’ll watch out for each other. And think of all the money we could make.”

Jill’s eyes narrowed, her mind weighing the pros and cons. She knew Erica was right about the financial benefits. The idea of being able to save up for a nice vacation was tempting. But the thought of posing still made her uneasy. “I don’t know,” she repeated, her voice tinged with doubt. “I need some more time to think about it.”

Erica nodded, a slight feeling of disappointment showed in her facial expression. “Okay, I know it’s out of your comfort zone. You should be confident in your appearance. You don’t have a bad angle.” She reached out and squeezed Jill’s hand, her touch warm and reassuring.

Jill returned the squeeze. She could never say no to Erica, especially when something meant so much to her, as this seemed to. “You know what?,” she said, “I don’t need to thnk about it. Let’s do it, as long as Bill seems to be legitimate. But we set the rules, okay? We don’t do anything that makes us uncomfortable. We’re not doin some pervy porn shots!”

Erica’s face lit up with excitement. “Deal!” she exclaimed. They finished their meal and went on with their shopping. Erica picked out some outfits for Jill before they left the mall and returned home. They called Bill later that afternoon. He answered on the second ring and was delighted that they had agreed. He gave them the address and the time to be at the studio.

Two weeks later, Jill and Erica arrived at the studio. Erica’s heart raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Jill was more apprehensive as they stepped inside. The building was brightly colored on the outside. Inside, the floors were dark wood. Bright hanging light fixtures illuminated blue rag-rolled painted walls. The scent of lavender enveloped them, immediately putting Jill at ease. Bill greeted them warmly, his smile the same as the day they met.

“Welcome back, ladies,” he said, gesturing them onward. “I’ve got some amazing shots to show you from my previous sessions, to give you an idea of what I will be going for today. I think you’ll really like them.” He led them to a corner of the studio where a large monitor was mounted on the wall. It cycled through a slideshow of his work. The photos looked professional, although they were fairly basic. They seemed more like models for merchandise.

“Nice.” Jill said pleasantly. Erica was not paying attention. She was investigating the cameras and the lighting equipment.

“There are samples of some of my more artitic work on the coffee table there.” Bill replied. Jill looked at the photos strewn across the glass table top. The photos were stunning to Jill. She was no photographer, but the different angles and colors, and the poses of the models were enthralling. A few of the models’ bodies were precisely draped to barely obscure their intimate areas, but it was clear that Bill’s focus was on the art, not on the explicit. Jill felt her tension ease somewhat. She hoped Bill’s professionalism was as genuine as it seemed. She glanced over at Erica.