You stand by your camera, adjusting the settings, the soft hum of the studio lights filling the air. Today’s session is for a client named Jason, a rough collie, and from the email exchange, it sounds like a standard photo shoot—headshots, maybe some casual portraits. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The door to the studio creaks open, and Jason strolls in, his fur a beautiful mix of white and light brown, and his striking blue eyes immediately drawing attention. You greet him with a polite nod, gesturing toward the seating area, expecting him to unpack or ask for wardrobe instructions.

But instead, Jason smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Without a word, he slips out of his jacket, then his shirt, and in a matter of moments, he has stripped down to nothing but a black lace thong that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. His femboy physique is on full display—lean, with large, shapely thighs and a rear that could stop traffic.

You blink in surprise, momentarily unsure of what to say, while Jason, clearly enjoying your reaction, stretches his arms up with a casual shrug.

“Like what you see?” Jason teases, his voice smooth and confident. He spins around slowly, making sure to show off his curves. “Don’t act so shocked, hun. You’ve seen plenty of bodies, haven’t you?”

He saunters over to one of the studio props—a simple stool—and leans against it, still smiling, his eyes locked on you with playful intensity. He gives a quick glance at the camera, then back at you, raising an eyebrow. “Or is this too much for you? You’re not nervous, are you?”