She never considered something like this. Never in her life had she considered it at all. Shelly, an adorably attractive although a bit chubby in her opinion, was approached by Cam Nelson one late afternoon just after she’d heard an inside office joke. He loved her eyes and smile once he saw it. He adored how her face lit up after seeing her many a time never smiling, whatsoever, but finally just as she overheard the joke and walked away he saw it. He saw her grin which wasn’t something she ever did in the past. “Hi Shelly,” he said as he walked up to the quiet, shy secretary’s desk. “Hi,” she said in her typical quiet voice. He smiled as he looked down at her, his two cameras hanging off her shoulders. Finally, he said it. “We’ve known each other, what, some two years now, right?” Putting in paper in her typewriter she looked up at him, a curious and strange expression on her face. “I think so,” she replied as she nodded her head. She stared at him, for a moment, and as she did he went on to tell her something. “I saw you when you came out of Jack’s office. I saw your smile. You sure have a cute smile you know,” he went on to say. What Shelly didn’t know was that Cam, although single, was gay. She never knew that. Nobody actually did. Even though he was gay, Cam had a “million” friends, many of whom were not homosexuals. Now mind you, it was 1956. It was a period of time which people were discovering new and different things. However, wasn’t that the way it is almost every year and decade? It is but to her and many, many others it was a new and enlightening experience she would never forget ever. “Yes?” she said in her quiet and reserved tone of voice. “I adored your smile,” he went on to say. “Your eyes, they light up your face,” he added. “Can I talk to you about that? I mean, like after work. I’ll buy dinner if you’re open to it.” She was a little startled by his offer. No guy ever offered to by her dinner. Nobody ever did that, she told herself. She knew she wasn’t that pretty, she thought. Okay, she told herself she wasn’t pretty whatsoever, or so she believed she wasn’t. “I don’t know but thank you for offering Cam,” she told him, gently, almost inaudibly. “Nooooo?” he said with a smile as he still hoped she’d say yes. “May I ask why?” She didn’t want to say why. He’s a guy, she’s a 22 year old girl, and he knew seeing as he was around 30 and a guy at that she did not want to be involved with a man that old. The times were changing. Although it was 1956, America, in general, hadn’t grasped the idea of California’s change and ideals, especially near and around Hollywood. Shelly worked for a small production company’s office. She was one of only a few girls in the office who wasn’t looked at as one of the “sexy” and “beautiful” women, even though she was attractive in her own way, despite her being a tad chubby. However, all that was relative in nature. She was always around girls who mamak escort always dressed for “success” and success meant, to those girls, only one thing. Once they got a job there, they professed to work hard, dressed very fashionably in their suggestive dresses or skirts and tops, or even a pair of very, very tight and revealing slacks including an illuminating top that would announce their upper body’s maturing womanhood. Maybe that’s why they smiled so often, huh? However, Shelly was one of that small group of women who never once wore that “suggestive” clothing, wearing dressed, which she couldn’t help, expose her bosoms, but regardless Shelly always did a marvelous job for the company she worked for. “I just don’t think it’s proper for me and you to be out to dinner together, especially seeing as there is a big difference in our ages, Cam” she told him right up front. “Ohhhhhh, I see, “he said as he nodded his head. “May I meet you for lunch, ask you a couple questions possibly?” he went on to say. In her reserved voice she answered him. “I suppose so.” They arranged it all, she let him make the arrangements, but she wondered why she was doing this in the first place. She felt odd about it all, meeting a photographer about possibly taking pictures of her, and assuming he meant clothed pictures at that. She sat down at the picnic table in the east corridor of the employee lot. It was, as usual, sunny with a few clouds, and to her it was another perfect day. Sitting alone, she had with her a magazine about fashions which she always read, but never really followed although she was always curious what women wore and what she’d see each and every day. Seeing as she was a tad chubby but still as Cam said a very pretty young woman, it was still hard for her to believe that he’d want to truly take pictures of her. Still being a young and honest woman that she felt she was she obliged him and agreed to meet him anyway. “Hiiiii,” he said from behind her. She heard him and put down her sandwich. She smiled as she turned around and said hello back to the gay photographer, not knowing he was actually gay. “Go on, eat your lunch,” he added. “I’ll get right to the point, okay?” The reserved and quiet secretary nodded and agreed. “First off, I need to tell you something so that you aren’t suspicious of me whatsoever. I’m an openly gay man. There are a good handful of males who know that I am. I am not here in any way whatsoever to hit on you. I feel you are attractive, albeit a slightly plump one at that, but Shelly in my opinion you are one very pretty looking woman. You are,” he assured her. He looked into her eyes as he smiled. What he’d said both made her feel a lot better but in the same breath had her feeling very conscious about herself too. She did not smile. She didn’t know how to react. “I would, if you’d allow it, love to take a huge ofise gelen escort handful of pictures of you,” he added. She was not sure of any of this and asked “Why do you want to do this?” “Because I’m a photographer, I find you very attractive, and well I think you’d love it,” he replied as he continued smiling into her eyes. “I don’t know,” she said. “Would you even remotely consider it?” he asked. “Maybe,” she said in her quiet voice. He smiled, pulled out a pen, and wrote down his phone number to be reached at. “Here, this is how I can be reached. If I don’t answer just leave a message. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” She faked a smiled and nodded her head and looked at the phone number. Then she went back to finishing her lunch. She’d thought about it all off and on for the next few days. However, that night, alone in her bedroom of her parent’s house she’d taken a shower and stood in front of the long door mirror inside her bedroom. Her hair was wet and plastered down on her head. Her makeup had been scrubbed off her face. She was at the mercy of being totally unclothed and totally without any beauty products on herself. Gradually, she unfolded the towel around her unusually large breasts and stared into her reflection in the mirror. She knew it. Hers were unusually large, she always thought, for a girl of 22 years old, and they’d been this way for years and years. They were unusually robust. She never liked them at all. She always wished, like her friends boobs, that they were much smaller, but no they weren’t and it frustrated her a lot. However, she had learned to live with their size. She didn’t smile as she stared into this area, that area, or overall simply at the bulkiness they appeared to cover as she stared at them a little longer. In addition to that problem, there was that slight chubbiness around her belly, her ass, and of course, her thighs. And during all that, Shelly never once looked into her eyes or her pretty face in general. Light brown eyes, pretty pulsating lips, and short blondish hair all seemed to help overshadow all of that. But Shelly never wanted to take any of that into consideration. She thought about his offer that night, finally falling asleep a couple hours later then usual. She woke up thinking about it too as she headed to work, on a bus, and thinking about his offer to take photographs of her as well. At work, she dove deep into her work. Typing up assignments and paperwork, filing paperwork as requested, and doing other sorts of duties she saw his face. She heard his words, she heard his voice, he sounded competent, and he sounded trustworthy at that. For a man to tell her, straight out, that he was a homosexual, meant a lot to her. Finally, as she thought it all over, she smiled, and nodded her head. “I’ll do it,” she told herself. Someone asked her what she was talking otele gelen escort about. “Huh, pardon me?” she said. “Oh nothing,” she told the coworker. “Hi, Cam?” she said. “This is Shelly. I’ve thought about what you told me yesterday,” she went on to say on his answering machine. I guess I’ll do it. Can we get together and talk a little more about it?” With that she said thank you and hung up. He happened to stop in at the end of the day. He walked up to her desk and said hello, which surprised her, but he asked if they could talk. She said yes. He offered to talk with her and even drive her home. It surprised her but she said yes. They walked to his car and he told her how and what he had in mind, kind of. “So bring in about how many outfits?” she said. “Ohhh say around 3 or 4 of your prettiest outfits. Come to this address. It’s my address. It has a changing room for you. You’ll like it,” he told her “and if there is anything you need we can see about it all,” he went on to say. She smiled. Yep, she smiled openly and freely. She grabbed and filled it with her prettiest and best outfits. She packed the bag and jumped on the bus. Slightly excited, she did not know what to expect, but she headed to his apartment. He was there and all set up to take pictures of her. They arranged it all between them. Where she’d change, what she’d wear and when, and how many pictures of her would be taken were all taken into consideration. She came out in a full length, light blue conservative looking, but magnificent looking dress. Even Cam was impressed by it and he was gay mind you. Her bosoms “showed” up in the most fantastic manner. They were emphasized and so was her body. Now all that was necessary, at this point and time, was for her to smile. She needed to smile, get comfortable while he took pictures, but she wasn’t and couldn’t get herself to get comfortable. “Relax, be comfortable Shelly,” he told her. “Here, sit down on the chair, take some deep breaths, and forget about me and the camera.” She sat down. She’d look at him, he’d talk to her as he held his camera, and eventually she gradually started relaxing as she sat back in the chair. Holding the camera the whole time, she clicked a picture here. He’d snap another picture again. She didn’t even know it seeing as he carried on a conversation with her. “Shelly, do something for me will you?” he said. She was relaxed and asked what. “Turn sideways. Put your legs up over the arm of the chair and relax once you do.” She did as he mentioned. He snapped a few more pictures and as he did she got more and more comfy. For the very first time in her life she became entirely comfortable around Cam. It totally helped, or so she thought it did, that he was a homosexual she told herself. She changed into another very “conservative” but very fashionable dress. Even Cam liked it. She was now very relaxed and stood up. She turned this way, turned that way, and she was smiling a lot more at his point. She did it again, changing into another outfit again, and seeing as she did she impressed him as she smiled and posed for the camera. “Wow, you’re a natural,” he said as he smiled. “I mean it. You were soooo comfy in front of the camera I bet you that you could do that in any pose you wanted. I mean it.