I'm A Model Now, And It's Super!

Last night one of my dreams came true...I became a model! And I don't mean just the poses that I do in the various mirrors all around my apartment. It was in an actual studio, with a photographer, special lights and wardrobe changes. I recently met the photographer at a party, where he complimented me on my teeth and told me I should be a tooth model. I couldn't have agreed more! I told him to set up the shoot and I'd be there.
Not quite sure why I showed up with ten different outfits since he was supposed to be photographing my teeth, but I figured this was my shot and I was gonna take it!
I had no idea what I was doing, but I was in my glory...twirling, smiling, posing, vamping. It wasn't so easy doing it for the camera...since I'm so used to doing that in front of my multiple mirrors...or any mirror that I come across, really...and my family and friends...and whoever else might be caught in the line of fire of The Face.
It quickly became clear to me that my wardrobe choices were horrifically sub-par. I was in desperate need of a stylist, and hair and make-up gurus...but all I had was my Momager with me...always there to serve and protect, but she wasn't earning the ten percent of nothing that I'm paying her. If she doesn't step up her game on the next shoot, I may have to go all Kim Kardashian on her ass and fire her.
I was running out of viable wardrobe options when suddenly the photograher suggested I try on a tiny leather jacket, probably about two sizes too small for me. Somehow, finding myself already stripped down to nothing more than a long top, my undergarments and heels, it seemed like a fine idea. Needless to say, the tiny jacket did not cover nearly as much as the long top had, but at that point, I must have been sufficiently warmed up because I was comfortable with it...it seemed perfectly natural and normal even...it was like being in a doctor's office...only this doctor had a camera instead of a stethoscope.
Since pasties and a g-string were not available, I decided to call it a night at that stage of undress. I thought it was a good effort for my first time, plus I was frustrated with my lack of preparedness...but I really had no idea what to expect, and very little time to prepare in the first place.
I received the photos today...the photographer says they're completely untouched, and I have to say they confirmed what I've thought all along...I am so freakin' beautiful. God, I love being a model.