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Danielle LaRue - Fashion Model – Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-09-08 12:38:22 +0000 UTCThe rest of the week went by quickly. Scott was calling me every day and seemed to be infatuated with me. And I was feeling the same way towards him as well. We were so happy together. Friday rolled around, and after work, and Betty, Pam, and myself all went out for dinner. We met up with our boyfriends at the restaurant. Scott gave me a welcoming hug and told me how much he missed me. We all sat down and had a great dinner together, and I told every one of my adventures in Atlanta working on the TV commercials. Betty told me, once those commercials air, everyone will recognize you in public. Are you ready for that? I told her I didn’t think so, but it’s a part of being in the public eye, and I would have to get used to it. I had already purchased several pairs of big sunglasses and baseball caps to disguise myself, along with jeans and a t-shirt, but I wasn’t sure how well that disguise would hold up. Time would tell.
After a great dinner, we went out to our new favorite nightclub, where we all danced the evening away. At the end of the evening, I drove home, and Scott followed me with his car. We met up at the front of my condo and went upstairs. Scott was still living at his parents’ mansion and wasn’t sure if his parents would like me to come over there to be with him, so we used my place. I didn’t mind; I would have felt uneasy being in bed with Scott over at his parents’ home. Scott told me he was moving out and getting his place once he graduated college and was working as a lawyer. For now, this was the easiest solution for us.
Scott ravished me again, and it was the first time that I orgasmed having sex with him. The feeling was incredible. It started as this tingling sensation in my chest and my vagina and slowly started building in waves. And then the waves crashed down on me as I moaned with the pleasure running through me. This was completely different from a male orgasm; it just seemed never-ending and put me on a high for the night. Scott kissed me and knew what was happening to my body as he orgasmed himself. I just laid there in the after-glow. It made me feel so wonderful. The female orgasm is so much more all-encompassing than a male. It’s much harder to achieve, but when all the stimulation is there and with the right guy, it is incredible. I was hooked on this now.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke up and felt Scott’s morning wood pressing against me. We were soon at it again, and I received a second mind-blowing orgasm. Scott was a fast learner, and he was quickly finding out how to stimulate my body; he would massage me and lick me and rub me, and he was doing all of these things while he was stroking inside me. It made for an amazing climax for me. I could see my sex life was going to continue to be a fantastic one.
When I had recovered from our morning romp, we kissed, and I told Scott I was getting up to start some coffee going.
He arrived in the kitchen just as the coffee was finishing, and I was making us some breakfast. Today it was French toast and a fruit cup. We sat there enjoying our coffee and breakfast and planned what we were going to do today.
Scott asked me if I had ever been to Lake Tahoe. I replied no, but I have heard that it is a stunningly beautiful place to visit. He then informed me that his parents have a home on the lakefront there, and if I liked, we could go up there today and see the place. He asked me if I skied, and I said I had never tried it before. Scott told me that there were some great ski resorts in the area, and maybe we could try them one day as well, but for the weekend, we would just stay in the lake house there. Scott had already figured I would say yes to this and had a bag packed in his car. We both went into the bathroom and had a shower together, and we helped wash each other. I was happy my place had a big shower stall, large enough for two people, as it was very enjoyable. After our shower, I put on minimal makeup and dressed in jeans and a sweater since it was a bit colder in the mountains. I packed an overnight bag and found my winter jacket, and we were off to Lake Tahoe. We had a very scenic 2-hour drive on Interstate 80 winding its way through the mountains and forests. We turned down highway 89 into Tahoe City and picked up some groceries. His parents’ lake house was south of Tahoe City, and we soon arrived there. The road was clear, and there were no winter storms forecast for the weekend; we had no issues on the drive up. We reached his parents ‘lake house,’ and wow, that was an understatement. The place was almost as large as his parents’ mansion in Sacramento. And it had a boathouse with a suite above it as well. Scott opened the mansion up and gave me a tour of the place. No one was living there, and it was cold and dark inside but was beautifully furnished. He told me we would be staying in the boathouse suite since it was much cozier and easier to warm back up for us. We walked down to the boathouse on a winding pathway, and Scott, ever the gentleman, carried our luggage. I carried the groceries down in a couple of bags. Scott gave me a tour of the boathouse. On the first floor, there was a beautiful classic Chris Craft mahogany wooden cruiser, and beside it looked to be a very powerful water-skiing boat. Both of them were lifted over the water for the winter. There was also a small bathroom containing a shower and storage for water skis and other equipment, as well as a little workshop. We walked upstairs, and the suite was larger than my apartment in Sacramento. Scott made sure he turned on the heat, and the place soon started to warm up. It was very well furnished with two bedrooms and a nice sized bathroom. There was also a small kitchen for us to use. We turned on the fridge and stocked it up with our supplies, and turned on the ice maker in the freezer.
While the place was warming up, we went back outside and stood on the dock and looked over the lake. It was very quiet and peacefully beautiful that time of year. The water was clear, and there was no one out on the lake. Scott gave me a tour of the grounds, and it was a large property that had been in the family’s hands for a long time as their summer residence. Sacramento can get very hot in the summer, with temperatures soaring into the high-90s, where the lake would be in the mid-70s. This time of year, Lake Tahoe temperatures were in the high 30s to low 40s, and the lake wouldn’t freeze over.
After we toured the grounds, we went back to the boathouse suite, and it had nicely warmed up for us. Scott opened a bottle of wine for me and a beer for himself, and we nibbled on some cheese and crackers that we had bought. He turned on the TV, and we had a nice relaxing afternoon watching football; well, Scott watched, and I snuggled up close to him.
We made out again that evening, and this time was even better for me. I experienced my first multiple orgasms, and wow. Again, it was mind-blowing for me, and just as I came down a bit, I was hit by another orgasm. Scott grinned and told me I had an unlimited supply, and he would help me find every one of them. I would shudder and moan and scream, and Scott loved what he was doing to my body. He had great endurance, and he was able to recover very quickly and do me all over again. I slept very soundly with him in bed. The next morning, we got up and had breakfast, and I rustled up some scrambled eggs and toast for us. We sat together enjoying our morning coffee, and he asked me if I wanted to see what a ski resort looked like. So I figured, why not? I haven’t ever been to one. I replied, ok. We packed everything up in the car and closed up the boathouse, and we were off to a resort named Squaw Valley. It once hosted the Winter Olympic Games in 1960. We parked our car at the base of the mountain, and Scott told me we could buy tickets to take a ride on the tram to the top of the mountain and see the view.
Scott purchased the tickets, and we got in line with all the skiers and snowboarders and proceeded to ride up the mountain. The scenery was amazing, and we were so high above the ground. The ride lasted around 10 minutes, and we disembarked at the top. Scott asked me if I wanted to try skiing, but I refused since we were up way too high for me to attempt to ski. Maybe at a small beginner hill, but certainly not here! We walked over to the lookouts, and I took several photos of the scenery and the view from the mountain top. We wandered around a bit and ended up in the restaurant there, and we enjoyed lunch with each other. It was soon time to take the ride down, and the scenery was just as beautiful as it had been on the way up the mountain. Scott told me, if I wanted to try to learn skiing, he would help, and we could come back at any time to start. I told him I would think about it. He said skiing as a beginner was safe, and there wasn’t any danger to me; all the beginner hills were safe, and he showed me the beginner hill at Squaw Valley. It was filled with parents helping their small children learn to ski. There were some teens my age learning to ski in a group lesson. I told Scott, maybe next visit. He said, fair enough, and we returned to the car and started our drive back to Sacramento. Two hours later, we were back in town. He called his parents when he got into town, and they told us we were welcome for dinner. I had Scott take me home so I could shower and change into something more appropriate for dinner. Scott watched TV while I got ready, and then we drove over to his parents’ mansion. The butler answered the door (I know, it’s cool, right?) and welcomed us in. Scott told me he would go and get ready for dinner and left me with his parents in their living room. I had sparkling water and enjoyed conversations with them. They asked me how I liked Lake Tahoe, and I told them I thought it was very beautiful and the ski resort we visited was amazing. I added that Scott was trying to get me to learn how to ski. His parents told me that Scott was a very good skier and had almost qualified for the US Olympic Ski Team but was just beaten out of a spot on it. I thought, no wonder he wants me to ski with him; he loves the sport.
They continued to ask me questions about my past, and I told them how my parents had died, and then my grandparents died, leaving me alone at 16. I was able to find a job, and then how Ms. LaRue, who was my boss, took me in when my condo burned down. She ended up adopting me and made me into the young lady I am today. She also helped me become a fashion model and was instrumental in my getting the modeling contract for Amelia’s Boutique.
I told them how much fun I had in Atlanta making the TV commercial spots, and they would probably be airing soon.
For someone so young, you are living quite the life, dear. Do you have any ambitions after modeling? I replied that I graduated high school with honors, and my contract was for 3 years. I was going to decide at that time which way my career was going to head and decide on my major in college. And because of the money I would make modeling, I would be able to pay for college without going into debt. Right now, it’s wide open for me. I can’t seem to make a decision there yet.
Scott’s parents told me how proud they were of their son and raised him to have his career if he wanted, or he could choose to help run the family business concerns. We will leave that up to him and don’t want to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do. They were very proud of Betty as well. Scott and Betty were fraternal twins; Scott was the older one and was born a half hour before Betty. She graduated college in business and then told them she wanted to learn more about the beauty industry and enrolled in a beauty school learning how to become a makeup artist and a hairstylist. Her goal was to help manage Amelia’s at some point, though she was having so much fun at the modeling agency that she kept delaying her decision to come over to Amelia’s. Scott’s mom thought it was just a matter of time now. I told her that Betty was an excellent hairstylist and had done my hair several times for photoshoots and also helped to do my makeup at times too.
Mrs. Jonsson then gave me a very serious look, and she stared into my eyes.
“So, when are you going to tell Scott? Or will we be the ones to tell him?”
“I’m not sure what you are getting at, Mrs. Jonsson. Tell Scott what?”
“Dear, we looked into your past, and we have found that you are transgender and your name was Danny.
I sat there stunned. I couldn’t say anything. It felt like my world just blew up with those words.
She continued, “Now I am not saying anything about your character, but you will have to tell Scott about yourself, and you can do it tonight, or we will tell him later. It’s up to you, dear.”
“Scott has told me that he is getting very serious about you, and I want you to be honest with him and tell him who you truly are.”
I didn’t know what to say. My mind was racing with a million thoughts and fears all at once.
Scott entered the room and looked at us all.
“Is there something wrong? Everyone is so quiet.”
Mrs. Jonsson looked at her son.
“That’s for you to decide, Scott. Danielle told us something about herself, and she wants to tell you. We will leave the room, and you can speak privately with her.”
They got up and left, and Scott sat down beside me, held my hand, and looked into my eyes.
“So, what is so important that you have to tell me, Danielle?”
I looked at Scott, knowing that I would have had to tell him sooner or later, and now I couldn’t hide from the truth any longer.
“Well, Scott, I’m not sure where to begin, but my name wasn’t always Danielle. I was once a boy named Danny, and I found I was transgender, and I have transitioned into a woman.”
He looked at me silently. His expression was unreadable; I didn’t know if he was upset or angry or what he was thinking. He quietly said to me, Danielle, this is a surprise to me, and I have to process this. I think it might be better for you to leave tonight. I will call you a cab to take you home. With that, he got up and left the room.
I burst into tears and couldn’t stop crying. Here I had found the man of my dreams, and it seemed he couldn’t accept me. It looked like I had lost him for good.
A few minutes later, the butler entered the room. Miss. Danielle, a cab is out front waiting for you. I wiped my tears, picked up my purse, and followed him to the door. Andrew placed my wrap over my shoulders and told me, have a pleasant evening Ma’am, opened the front door, and I left. I got into the cab, and it drove back to my condo. I went to pay the driver, but he told me it had been taken care of. I gave him a tip and walked to my condo. I went inside and left the lights off and just fell on the couch and cried. I didn’t know what to do. It felt like I had a spear through my heart. It was broken, and there was nothing I could do about it. After lying there for a while, I went to my bedroom and changed into a nighty. I removed my makeup and jewelry and climbed into bed. I cried myself to sleep.
I slept in on Monday and got up late. I called into work and told them I was sick and wouldn’t be in today. I still felt terrible. I looked into the mirror, and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy from all the crying. I went into the kitchen and started some coffee going. I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I made myself a piece of toast and ate that for breakfast. I looked at my phone, and there were no calls or texts from Scott, and I didn’t expect any. In my heart, I felt things were over between us. I didn’t know what I could have done differently. I would have to come to grips with the fact that I am not a woman, I am a transgender woman, and there is a difference to people, even though I thought of myself as a woman in every way, except I could not give birth.
I decided to give Jennifer a call.
She picked up and answered, “Jennifer Sackett.” I said hi to her, and immediately she replied to me, “What’s wrong, Danielle? You sound upset”.
I told her what Scott’s parents had done, and they forced me to out myself to him.
Jennifer listened and then paused for a short while. “I know how you feel, Danielle. I was married to a man who I thought loved me. At first, he said it didn’t matter to him that I was transgender, but after we were married, he grew distant, and I thought he was cheating on me. When I confronted him, he told me I was not a real woman since I could never have his children. I told him many ‘real’ women cannot have children, and we can always adopt a child if we want kids. This wasn’t good enough for him, and we soon separated and divorced. I may have not have had a great marriage, but I had an excellent divorce and received enough money from the settlement for Connie and me to start her modeling agency, and as well I was able to create a production studio and become a director. So, all I can tell you, Danielle, this maybe is a good thing to happen to you now. We must live with the social stigma of being transgender”.
We talked for about an hour, and I told her that talking to her made me feel a little better and thanked her for her help. She said to call her any time, and we said goodbye to each other.
I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, not interested in anything that was on. I turned off the TV and picked up the newspaper from my door, and went through the news. I decided I should go for a swim, so I dressed in a swimsuit and went down to the pool, and swam for about 2 hours. I just ran everything through my head as I performed the lengths and didn’t know how I could have done anything differently. Sure, they had forced me to tell Scott, and I didn’t have a choice in the matter, but I would have had to tell him eventually. I still wasn’t sure how Scott took the revelation, but I felt I would only look foolish if I texted him or called him. If he decided to continue to see me, it was going to be up to him alone.
Then another thought worried me. What if they wanted to remove me from Scott’s life entirely? They certainly had the power and were in charge at Amelia’s, and they could have me fired as Amelia’s girl. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but who knows what people think about you? Things could go south for me. I prayed that it wouldn’t happen, but who knows?
I got out of the pool and went back to my suite. I took a hot shower and changed into jeans and a t-shirt.
I went out shopping for groceries and returned home with some extra comfort food and a few fashion magazines to read. I spent the rest of the day at home, trying not to cry (unsuccessful there), and went through the magazines, finding ads of me modeling Amelia’s spring fashion line.
Later, in the afternoon. My phone rang. I looked at the call display, and it was from Betty. I answered and said hi to her.
Betty apologized to me for her parent’s bad behavior. “They should have never done that to you; I am completely upset with them.”
I thanked her for her kindness. “Have you heard anything from Scott?”
She replied, “I was unable to get in touch with him as he wasn’t answering his phone now. I know my brother Danielle. He is a good man; I am sure he will come through for you in the end.”
I said, “I don’t know; he seemed upset with me last night.”
Betty replied, “Give him time. He has to work through this on his own, but I am sure he will make the right decision.”
We talked a while longer, and she continued to tell me how much she supported me, and she thought it was great that I was transgender. I thanked her for calling me and supporting me and hung up. I decided to go out for a drive, so I got into my Mercedes and drove around Sacramento for a while, just to get my mind off of Scott. I stopped by the river and parked, and then went out on the riverwalk and had a nice stroll, knowing that the last time I was there, I was with Scott. I kept telling myself, you are a very pretty girl, and there are plenty of good-looking men out there. Don’t get yourself hung up on one guy just because he can’t get past the fact that you are transgender. I don’t know if I was able to convince myself or not; I was still hung up on Scott. It was going to take me time to get over him, and I felt like a piece of me was missing. How was I going to get over him? I didn’t know and hoped that time would help heal my heart. I missed him, and it took all of my efforts not to dwell on the time we had together.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up bleary-eyed and made my morning coffee. I still wasn’t hungry and made myself the obligatory piece of toast, but this time I put some jam on it.
I went into the Agency, and Cindy Rome asked me to come into her office. I started to fear the worst but didn’t know what was going to happen. Cindy sat me down and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I told her a coffee would be nice, and I sat down in front of her desk. Cindy’s receptionist brought in coffees for both of us on a tray, and I added some cream to mine and had a sip.
Cindy looked at me and said, I am not sure where to begin, but I had an interesting call from one of the owners of Amelia’s. They told me that they found out that you are transgender and were asking me if it were appropriate for you to continue as Amelia’s girl since you were not a girl.
My heart sank; here it comes.
She continued. “Well, dear, don’t you worry. I informed the owner that the State of California has enacted laws banning any discrimination against a person just because they are transgender. I told her if you were fired from your position, it would open both the modeling agency and Amelia’s to a multi-million-dollar lawsuit that we would most certainly lose, and since we have such a young demographic with young women who support transgender rights, Amelia’s would stand to be boycotted by these women in support of me once this news was made public.”
“So dear, I am sure you have a good idea who called me, but you have nothing to worry about. You are doing a great job, and you are secure here. As far as I am concerned its business as usual, and I commend you on your bravery for becoming who you were meant to be”. She got up and walked around the desk and gave me a big hug. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me, I am here for you if you need me.”
Wow! I was elated. I was sure I had just lost my job, but this was great news. Thanks to the State of California for realizing transgender people have the same rights that everyone else has.
I went down to the studio, and Betty saw me and ran over to hug me. She said not to worry and once again apologized for her parents being a couple of assholes. (Her words, not mine, but I had to agree with her.)
I performed several shoots modeling some summer fashions, and when lunch came around, Betty and Pam came up to me and said, “Let’s go, girl. We have to cheer you up; it’s not the end of the world because Scott is so slow in realizing how great a person you are.
We went out to a local restaurant and had a great time; they cheered me up immensely. Yes, I still hadn’t heard from Scott, and I was beginning to doubt he would call me, but I was beginning to accept that things were over if that was what he wanted.
The rest of the week went the same way as Tuesday. I continued to model the fashions and the photoshoots, and Pam and Betty continued to cheer me up as much as they could. By Friday, I was feeling pretty good, and they asked me if I wanted to go out with them for a girl’s night out, no boys. I hummed and hawed a little, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer, so we went out for dinner and then over to a local club. I had a great time, and we all danced with some cute guys, and by the end of the night, I was feeling pretty good about myself.
They drove me back to my car, and I drove it home and turned in for the night, feeling much better about myself.
