The elevator opens directly onto your apartment. You study your clients as step inside - this is the material you're going to have to work with afterall. Two average looking guys around the age of 17. The one the right is an inch or two taller. He has dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match. The other has dirty blond hair that hangs to his shoulders. His eyes are also a dark brown.
You smile at the taller of the two. "Welcome. You must be Drake. And...this is the friend who wanted to join you in the transformation. Pleasure."
Drake and his friend nod. "Yes, this is best friend Ryan." Both seem to be having a hard time not smiling. This is typical with new male clients.
You shake each of their hands in turn. "As I said, pleasure to meet you both. Please excuse the mess, I am a genius and the maid has the day off," you smile, half-joking. You lead the way through to your studio and have them stand in the center beneath the skylight, the afternoon sun lighting their bodies from all sides as you step slowly around them.
"Now, about the transformation. I require that you pay up front, and that all deals are final. Also, while I respect your wishes and goals -usually - , there may be minor changes, additions, subtractions to the final piece you didn't ask for. That is the will of the artist. If you want to be a blonde woman with big tits, there is a very nice man down the street who can do you that for fifty dollars. Are my terms agreeable?"
"Yeah," Drake replies. You're not even sure he paid attention to your terms, but he pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it to you.
You accept it, weigh the bills in your hand, and toss it aside. "Very good. Okay! Lets get this started."
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