CHAPTER NINE

"How's my superstar doing?" Katty asked as the makeup artist pulled away for Katty to examine my new appearance.

Katty kidnapped my time in the restaurant the whole of last week for some intense training.

I always thought models had it easy but Phew! Was I wrong?

I stared at myself in the mirror in disbelief. I wasn't able to recognize myself much as I had a more masculine appeal even though it was soft.

I was dressed in a suit teens these days called "Pussy wetter" and I could confuse myself for an escort.

"Beautiful but could you restyle his hair so he looks wild yet dignified like Jason Momoa. Make it curly." She demanded as the hair stylish nodded with joy and got to work on my hair.

"What exactly am I doing?" I asked again as she sighed.

"Porsha remind me to get Sora an assistant because I can't be doing everything." She said as Porsha, her black American assistant with a very attractive figure raised a thumb and continued with