The Exposure Effect

Author's note: This is an older story that I wrote about a year ago. I just changed a couple of the names and the ending. Takes a little while to get to some sex, but it's a natural build-up and then there's lots. Hope YOU like it.

'Wendy's wife is fed up taking pictures of her husband in sexy outfits and lingerie, so she hires a photographer that changes both of their lives. A love story.'

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"Come on, strike a pose. Let's get this over with." My wife was taking pictures of me. I just loved to pose. Every Wednesday night after dinner, around 9:30 or 10 pm, I would get all dressed up and add to my collection of photos. My wife, Lola, and I have been married for 2 years this spring, we were both 27. She found out I was a crossdresser before we got married, but after we bought a house, she was a little apprehensive. She said she never met one before. She didn't even believe me at first until I showed her 'Wendy' completely dressed up, that was the most nervous I have ever been in my life.

She was the first one to ever see me in person. When I got dressed for the first meeting I was wearing everything, makeup, wig, breast forms, stockings, and a very conservative outfit. I really wanted to make a good impression, even though I knew my makeup could use a little work. "Wow." She said. "If I didn't know, I would have sworn you were a real woman. I don't think I'm going to be too into this. Don't think we are taking this out of the house." She was very skeptical about my hobby. Lola wasn't one for dressing up, unlike me, I had a sexy outfit for every occasion, whereas Lola wore the same 7 things each week. She decided that if I was to dress as Wendy, when we got married, then I'd have to have my own room. We bought a nice big house near to where Lola grew up and currently worked. It had a very wide open kitchen surrounded by the living room on the right and the two-car garage on the left. Once we moved in, all my clothes and accessories were relegated to the large storage room over the garage, which was fine with me as it was huge and quiet and way on the other side of the house. Lola told me. "If there is another woman in the house I'd rather not run into her too often."

I spent 6 months getting the room perfect. I had workmen in and had wood floors put down. I wanted to hear the click of my heels as I walked. The walls were plasterboarded and painted light pink. I got window treatments for all of the windows and matching bed sheets and pillows for the new queen size bed. It looked incredible, though very girlie, Lola didn't like it at all. Her husband's tastes were way more feminine than hers. The builders were even able to give me a nice-sized bathroom and a big walk-in closet. And for storage, there was a crawlspace in a spot above the main house. Since the ceilings were so high, the construction guys gave me three stairs leading to a little platform toward the front of the house. It was surrounded by windows and gave a nice view of the front lawn and farther away, the street. There were lights mounted on the ceiling above it and it turned into a perfect place to model for my pictures or to sit and have martinis. In the coming months, I filled the room with a day bed, a table and chairs, a small fridge, a dresser, lots of mirrors, and my pride and joy, a white antique vanity. I never had to leave.

Well of course at first Lola didn't want to photograph me, but I wound her down, and finally, I did convince her. Sex with Lola was always short and quick, she needed to get it over with so she could get to sleep. Sleeping, I think was her main hobby. I thought taking pictures would be good for our sex life, I even told Lola I would take pictures of her. She could pose and I would make her feel beautiful. I know it made me feel so erotic, but it did the opposite for Lola, it just made her exhausted. Even when we tried it on a Saturday afternoon. Of course, she was so nervous someone would stop by. We then relegated the photo session to Wednesday nights, right in the middle of the week, mainly because she knew no one would be coming over or calling so late.

"Come on Wendy, work that tush." She would tease me quite a bit on those nights when we first start. The whole time the flash was going, I was getting so turned on, I loved seeing the sexy blonde in the mirror. I would crawl on my hands and knees and start kissing Lola's pussy. "Will you stop that?" She would yell at me. "Come on, I'm giving you a couple of more minutes. I don't need a perfumed blond kneeling before me."

She used to get bored very quickly. I once walked out in only my sheer panties with a towel around myself covering my forms. "Can I get some shots in my towel?" I wondered. Once Lola started taking pictures I dropped the towel, showing off my tuck and my perfect looking 'pussy' along with my D cup breast forms.

She didn't like it at all. Sternly she said, "Stop, wrap that towel around you. Starting now, if you need me to do this I have to think of you as just some other woman I'm taking pictures of, you can't be my husband in heels and stockings or naked with breasts! Try to act like we have a working relationship ONLY."

I chuckled to myself, actually, that was kind of working for me. I would get in the mindset as soon as my wig went on, and I didn't become her partner again 'til it was off, which could be the next morning. But after the session, I would stay in my bed and pose in front of the mirror. It didn't take long before I came in my panties, leading to a long night of fantasizing.

***

Lola got quite good at it after a while, and I always complimented her on her technique. When I was single I would set up my phone to take videos and pics with a timer, and then run to my spot to pose. After a while I bought a camera that would take pictures twenty at a time, this was better but I wanted to make eye contact and really pose like some of the models I watch online. I just loved looking them over when I was done, all my feminine poses and all the arty angles, I was obsessed.

Originally when I asked Lola to take videos and pictures of me she laughed. "Yeah, that's what I want to do at night instead of sleeping and watching TV"

I told her "Technically you will be watching a TV." She wasn't amused.

Soon, I started to realize how lucky I was to have my own personal photographer a couple of times a month, even though I was the only one enjoying it. The rest of the week was cataloging all the looks I had. I could tell Lola was a little uncomfortable with how sexy I would become as the night progressed. I always started in a nice dress or simple top and skirt then work my way down to my lingerie. I also loved showing off my breast forms. "God, you just can't wait." She would grunt. "To show off your tits. I hate that they are so much bigger than mine too. But my nipples are way sexier."

The dress I was wearing I loved, it was red and so short and low cut. I was all legs and boobs in it. Watching myself in the mirror in this dress and my red pumps was turning me on so much. We took a few more pictures but by the end of the session, of course, I was so excited again. I was usually down to only stockings and heels and maybe a pair of skimpy panties. "I cannot believe it." Lola would say. "That your little dick is somewhere inside those tiny things." I would laugh, I was so good at tucking. "I have to tell you." She chuckled, "This does not turn me on at all, looking at a woman, a semi-naked woman in her underwear, I feel like I'm glancing through Vogue at the Doctors office. Maybe we should get some real men in here to get my libido going." She laughed, shut the lights, and ran off to bed. Leaving me so horny thinking about some real men, I usually came before she even made it back to her room.

After about a year I could tell she was getting tired of it. We went from 4 times a month to two and then once in a while. Though I still dressed up those nights, falling asleep in my nightgowns. Lola then did something I couldn't believe. She started telling Sally that she was taking pictures of her cross-dressing husband. Sally was her friend and partner at the investment firm, they hung out quite often. Sally was the only one other than my wife who knew I liked to dress. She visited one day and stumbled upon my collection of heels, styles my wife would never ever wear. We didn't even tell her, she guessed, she sneered and said she wasn't surprised either. That day they both left in a huff and I didn't see Lola 'til the next day.

***

Originally when Lola told Sally she was taking photos of me, she got very interested and begged to be shown. We invited her over one night and Lola showed her some of the shots on the computer monitor, in my feminine room. I was embarrassed looking at these sexy pictures with two women making fun of me.

Lola said. "Oh my God, he is such a girl, you should hear the voice he uses when he's posing."

Sally looked at me. "Do it for me now, let me hear your little girl voice." I excused myself and got more wine for the three of us. Sally especially loved the ones of me in short skirts crossing my legs, and she was amazed I walked in such high-heeled pumps without falling. She seemed a little disapproving of some of the more risque shots, she would shake her head and give me a weird look. "Why are men and crossdressers so obsessed with boobs?"

Sally was the polar opposite of my wife. She was the type to stay out all night drinking and had loads of friends and even more boyfriends. Lola always found time to go out with her every Saturday or Sunday, for the entire day, I didn't see her until bedtime. If they didn't work so closely together they never would have become friends. My only concern was that Sally would tell my secret to someone else, she wasn't the friendliest toward me and I hated that she knew this side of me.

Lola told me one day. "Sal says I should show your pictures to the Lester's Photography Studio, apparently she knows people who work there. They have fashion shoots all the time. You could be a model." She laughed. "Maybe even a lingerie model, you slut." She laughed even louder. I knew she was just teasing me. Lesters was on the bottom floor of her two-floor office building, it was a very large space and models and techs would file in and out of there all day. Next to it was also a string of other businesses, a Salon, a Post Office, and a Coffee Shop, but LPS took up most of the real estate.

***

A couple of weeks later we sat down at the table after I cooked dinner. "Me and Sal brought your pictures into Lester's yesterday." My jaw dropped. "Mostly your slutty ones of course. Ha," She shook her head. "They loved them, actually they really loved you, some of the staff couldn't believe you were male, you have such perfect tits and eyes they said. No one even asked about me, or my equipment, ha."

I was speechless as she continued. "But then they told me they didn't have any open spots for new photographers. So that was that."

I was surprised she would go through with her idea, but I wasn't surprised she was so quick to give up her photography. I swallowed hard and asked. "You showed them my pictures, I thought you were kidding about Lester's, do they know who I am?"

"Actually, Sal told them already. She told them my husband was a hot transgender model, haha. She's always threatening to introduce you to one of her hot new boyfriends you know, to get you out of my hair and into someone else's."

I couldn't believe that Lola would go along with actually showing my pictures. I had never been out of the house as a girl and I certainly didn't tell anyone I was a CD. I figured that was the end of it until I got more news. "I wasn't even going to tell you about any of this, but one of the photographers came up to the office this afternoon and said that they would like to take pictures of you, so I could get some sleep. Ha, I was complaining to them about our little sessions. That's gonna happen this Wednesday, so have some cash handy just in case."

"What? You have to be kidding. I can't dress in front of a man." I cried.

"Oh stop. How do you even know it's a man?" She got up to clean the table. "Oh and it is." She giggled. "What's the big deal, you get a photographer, he gets to hang with a hot girl and I get some sleep. I get to forget about this WHOLE thing. No more pictures from me, you can sell my camera." I tried to talk her out of it but she said it would be good for both of us. "This way I can support your crossdressing and you can support my right to go to bed early."

***

I was quite nervous on Wednesday. Lola told me he wanted to come over at 6:30, right after his work at the studio. "Since he is coming over that early." She told me. "I'm going to go out with Sally to get something to eat. I'll stay to introduce you of course."

I got dressed up as soon as I finished work. I have gotten several new outfits since the last time Lola took pictures of me, which was a couple of months ago now, and I wanted to try a few old outfits with new accessories. At 6.30 on the dot, the doorbell rang and Lola brought in the man from the studio. "Wendy, this is Mike from LPS." Mike was much taller than me. He must have stood around six foot three or four, with a 5 o'clock shadow and maybe ten years older.

He reached out his hand and lightly took mine. "Nice to meet you," he said, "I see you are all ready."

I wasn't used to having people see me as Wendy so I spoke with a little tremor in my voice. "Hi, thank you for coming."

He smiled at me. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that voice to come out of such a pretty face."

We all laughed and I told him "Mmm, I would try harder next time. mmm mmm." Clearing my throat in my Wendy voice.

"Wow what a difference." He said amazed, smiling at me. "Okay, let us see this great workspace I've been hearing about."

Lola grabbed her coat. "Okay you two, I'm leaving. Have fun." She winked and then she was gone. I led Mike to my room. The only way to get there was through a door in the kitchen, so we worked our way through and I helped him with his equipment.

"This is very nice. Very, very nice, you even have perfect lighting." He said as he scanned the room. Is this your room?"

"Yes." I smiled a little embarrassed. My room was so girly and feminine.

"Well, it's great and so spacious. Why don't you go to the raised area and I will set up some more lights. I stepped back, not as nervous, and posed with my hand on my hip as Mike fiddled with the lights. I had on a long green sundress with white flowers. The hem dipped just below my knees. It was short-sleeved and It was cut very high on my neck showing no skin except my arms. I was very shy at first, and I knew I couldn't bring myself to show the real Wendy until I was comfortable with someone. I especially wasn't going to show off my D cup breasts. I had on nude pantyhose and nude 5-inch sandals with a nice chunky heel, and he complimented me on my legs. He then looked up at me on the platform and smiled as he brushed the hair out of my eyes. I instantly got hard in my panties, a little bit of electricity shot through my whole body when he touched me.

My long blond wig with darker streaks, hung around my face which was lightly made up. I looked like an elementary school teacher. It was one of my favorite looks, but one Lola hated because she thought I dressed too much like the younger women at her work. Specifically, I looked like her assistant from the back, same haircut, and figure. I always wanted to role-play, me as her assistant making her fuck me on the desk with my ass held high, and heels in the air, but she would never go for it. She always said, "Women did nothing for me at all, give me a man in uniform instead. A real man in a uniform." I couldn't tell her, but I would have loved a man in uniform myself. One much taller and stronger than me, hovering over my ass while I guided him into me.

Mike walked around and studied my body. "You look great, turn around, this is gonna be fun. Let's take some test shots" He took a couple of pictures from the front and the behind. "You have a fantastic figure, and you look great in that dress." I just smiled eating up every nice thing he said about me. After a couple more shots I got us some bottles of water and watched as Mike surveyed my room.

"It's really excellent in here, it's decorated so nice and the air conditioner is so quiet and cool. You are a very lucky girl to have such an understanding partner."

I chuckled. "I know."

Once he was ready again, he moved the lights, put up a couple of bounce boards, and pulled out a bigger... camera. It took 30 minutes before I really started to get into it. Mike made me change my moves and poses and I started to feel like a real model. "That's it." He would announce. "Look at the camera, smile." I changed into 3 more outfits that night and then Mike asked me if I had any costumes.

"Not really," I announced. "But I'm sure I could get some."

"Everybody loves costumes." He said as he picked up his phone." I have some at the studio, what sizes are you?" I then gave him my stats: I was 5'8" and 148 pounds, usually, I took a medium.

When I said I wore women's size eight shoes, he looked up with a smile on his face. "I just did a shoot for Women's Shoe Warehouse, I must have 20 to 30 pairs of size eights. All the three to sevens are gone of course. I am going to make you a very happy girl next week."

The rest of the night flew by. I was having so much fun, I loved when he would tell me to give him more or look sexy. I felt so feminine, he was pushing every fantasy button I ever had. He asked me what my motivation was but I couldn't tell him, I was posing for a man and trying to turn him on, ha. I loved how he stroked my imagination and my ego by telling me how beautiful I was and how sweet I smelled. Lola never said any of that, she just teased me and made fun of my poses. I wonder if this is how a real photography session went because I was loving it. When it was around 8:30, we finished our water, copied the pictures to my hard drive, and said goodbye until next week. I decided to stay dressed as Wendy and sleep in my room alone again that night, I was so worked up, that I never even heard Lola get home.

I slipped on my demi-bra and sheer white slip and put on some thigh-high stockings. I dipped my toes into my six-inch white pumps and got ready to get comfortable in bed. I was so excited, I untucked and I was so hard. I opened the drawer of my side table and pulled out my favorite toy. I always kept it buried but accessible. I have never talked to a man while dressed as Wendy and it made me excited all night, I had to do something about it. My dildo was 8 inches long and nice and thick. It was so real-looking and it cost a fortune. I pushed the suction cup against the headboard of my bed and got on all fours. Slowly I kissed the head of the cock and worked its way down my throat, imagining that it was Mike I was making happy. I have practiced this so much, that I am probably a semi-pro. Soon I was working the hard cock through my dark red lips. I would suck and lick imagining it was the real thing. Imagining Mike's hands were in my hair. I was glad I was so far away in my room, hoping that Lola couldn't hear me orgasm, it was long and wonderful. I moaned and my nylon panties got drenched. I cleaned myself up and licked all the cum off my unmentionables. I said goodnight to the long thick cock and had an unbroken sleep until morning.

***

"How did my little slut do last night?"

"Oh my God, it was so much fun, he must have taken a thousand photos." I squealed.

Lola smiled and shook her head "So I guess this is happening again."

I feigned surprise. "Of course, just because you don't like making art doesn't mean that other people won't, I think we found the perfect man for the job too." We laughed.