Jennipher was a beautiful young girl. She had led a sheltered life due to her over-protective parents. This strictness combined with the busy work lives that her parents led had created a barrier between her and them in a way that meant she could not relate to them and always felt somewhat distant from them. When she tried to open up to them she felt like she was being judged and she would soon lose her confidence and keep it bottled up inside instead.
Although beautiful, Jenni was very quiet and shy and she was sick of the isolation that that brung as well as the assumption by all who met her that she was so
sweet
and
cute
and
innocent
. All of these things are positive, but a teenage girl would much rather hear that she is
sexy
and
attractive
and
gorgeous
. When she was fifteen her parents had to re-locate owing to career progression and so the few friends that Jenni had were left behind and she had to start anew. This was daunting to her but also an opportunity for a fresh start. Unfortunately she slipped back into her quiet and shy self and was soon swallowed up into the anonymity of the school yard.
All the boys were drawn towards the more confident and outgoing girls despite the fact that Jenni was clearly the most stunning girl, but she slipped into her comfort zone and disappeared into the background. She wasn't excited by boys anyway. They were so immature and untrustworthy. In her new school you couldn't even look at a boy without it being plastered all over Facebook the very next day!
In sixth form one girl took a small amount of pity on Jenni and tried to involve her more but Jenni was too nervous to meet her half-way, although on a Saturday she would get the bus down to the sea-front and hang around at the skate-park where lots of the girls and boys hung around. This was often excruciating for her, sitting with others but feeling alone. Smiling and laughing when it seemed right to do so.
After 6th Form she couldn't stand the thought of more schooling at college and so she went into the world of work and began working as a receptionist for a construction company. Her dreams seemed to have evaded her. One quiet day she was sitting alone in reception when Gary, a very good looking boy from accounts came down and to the amazement of Jenni he started chatting to her. All the girls in the office fancied Gary, he had the looks and the body and the charisma, the office stud! Even though he was only on placement from his university course and so he was not far off Jenni's age. She had recently turned eighteen.
"Hey, Jenni".
"Yea hi".
A repertoire of typical small talk followed.
"Hey. So your accent isn't from around here is it? Where are you from?".
"Yea, mum and dad just moved up here for their jobs and l got dragged along".
"Sucks! So you had to leave all your old friends huh?"
"Erm yea. It was a real wrench" half-lied Jenni.
"Don't tell the other girls l said this but l think you're really beautiful" he said with a calm confidence.
Jenni had a hot flush and felt her cheeks blush bright red, "wow thanks" said Jenni. Take me now! She thought.
"Yea you could easily be a model".
"Shut up, you're teasing" she refuted, smiling.
"No seriously! Actually, l have an uncle who is a photographer and modelling agent, send me some photos and l'll pass them on and see what he thinks".
"Oh" said Jenni a little unsure.
"Nothing pervy or anything, just a few nice shots. Here, here's my e-mail address. Send them across if you fancy it".
"Cool thanks".
"No sweat" he smiled, "now l've gotta get back to the grind, l'll see you soon Jenni".
Jenni was thrilled and spent her entire Sunday dressing up in her favourite outfits and using the timer on her parents digital camera she took photos of herself in each and put them in an e-mail and sent it through to Gary.
That week she looked out for Gary but it was difficult to get to see him privately. However, after a few anxious days and nights she bumped into him in the canteen.
"Jenni! Big news, my uncle loved your photos. Plus it's really great timing, he is casting for a catalogue and he wants to see you" said Gary.
"No way" said Jenni, overwhelmed. The flame of her dreams had been rekindled. She had always wanted to be a model!
"Way! I knew he'd think so, l thought you looked smoking hot in those photos!"
Jenni felt her cheeks flush with colour again.
"He is casting from all over the north east but he'll be using a chalet behind the fairground at South Shields for a few days so that'll be the easiest for you to get to, you live in South Shields right? Do you know where all the chalets are?"
"Yea l know where you mean".
"Cool. It'll be less stressful than meeting him in his city offices. Can you get there for 10am on Saturday morning?"
"Erm sure".
"Cool, cool. Well it's plot 14 and you must be there prompt cos he has to see many girls and its all like
time is money
in his business and all that".
"Sure, l understand" said Jenni, "oh my god, what should l wear?"
"Just wear what you normally wear, he wants to just see you as you are naturally".
"Ok. Listen Gary, thanks for this" said Jenni, smiling up at him.
"No problem Jenni" he said kissing her on the cheek and making to leave.
"Will you be there Gary?" she asked anxiously.
"I'll try my best!" he smiled.
Jenni returned it and was left feeling a little daunted but very excited.
She was in bed by 8pm that Friday night and her alarm woke her up at 5am on the Saturday morning. She tip-toed through to the bathroom in her pyjamas, stripped naked and did her stretches and went through her aerobics routine, determined to look as fit and toned as possible. Her parents paid her membership of a very exclusive gym in town which she attended three times a week so there was hardly an ounce of fat on her entire body. She was about 5ft 8 with long-ish gleaming brown hair and long slender legs with a firm bum and small but pert 32b breasts. She took a hot shower. She dried herself and did her hair, deciding finally on pig-tails and then gave herself a pedicure and manicure and put on a little make-up and a lot of perfume. Then she mused over what to wear and decided on a very casual look of white trainers with little white socks on, tight denim shorts and a white vest top over which she threw on her new thin light-green sweater.
She knew that Saturday mornings were the only time that her parents could lie in so they would be fast asleep until 11am and wouldn't expect her home until early evening. It was quite usual for her to be out all day but it was a sad truth that living under their roof was very restrictive as even at eighteen years old she still had to adhere to a curfew or else agree in advance if she would be out late. She tip-toed downstairs so as to not wake them up and left them a note. They would probably insist on her wearing tights if she had to wear such tight and short shorts and she really didn't want to have to wear tights, she hated tights. She couldn't wait to have her own place, her own freedom!
