Our Model Child

Faven came home from school keen to practice something with Yohannes and Lauren.  Lauren has been sick all week, so Yohannes eagerly stepped up to the plate.  From what I could gather, Faven and her friends are having a ‘talent show’ of sorts at school and she needed Yohannes to be the other ‘friend’ in the skit.  She showed him what to do, and then asked him to do it.  It looked pretty much like a model walking down the runway, complete with sass and attitude. 

Yohannes is not a stranger to being turned into a girl; nor is he a stranger to sass and attitude.  Honestly, he wears it well.   So when it came time to pour it on and head down the catwalk, he was all over it.  Faven was his performance coach, and Lauren and I simply sat back on the couch to watch.

After a couple of runs with only minor modifications Yohannes said, “I’ll be right back.”

I had a feeling that I knew what he was up to.  While he was gone, I asked Faven, “Where do you think he’s gone?”

She had no idea.  “I think he is gone to put on a dress” I offered.

“He better not be in my room! Or he is going to get it” she said.

“Settle down” I told her, “You asked him to pretend to be a girl in the first place.”

Just then Yohannes sashayed back in.  It would seem that he had gone for implants in the brief time that he was gone.  We howled.  He spun around and revealed his new B cup.  But that is not all!

He lined up for his walk down the runway, with a look of cat-like femininity.  He strutted towards us, and he paused before his pirouette and gave his mock-breast a little squeeze (while winking in our direction).  It produced a big squeak, and our dog Abby came barreling in – turning in circles, somewhat confused.  We all peeled with laughter as we realized that Yohannes’ implants were a dumbbell shaped squeaky dog toy.  The dumbbell was just the right length to give him two identical bumps right across his chest.

No one enjoyed this little prank more than Yohannes, in fact he was laughing so hard he fell right off the imaginary catwalk, his breasts squeaking all the way down!