Photo Shoot

by Erick S.

"Scott!" I said from behind the camera, "Scott! Come on, focus!"

"Sorry," he said, "But look! My toes! I can even move my toes! That feels so weird! Like they're not my toes, but they are!"

I knew this was a mistake, but my usual model was stuck at the airport in London and there was no way he was going to make it back in time for this shoot. I figured my buddy Scott could step in, since he'd always seem interested in trying modeling for me. Plus, this wasn't anything too high-profile, just a fitness shoot with one of my muscle models.

"And you mean you have more of these... suits?" he said, "Like all different kinds? Oh, I want to try that guy you shot last week! That really hunky fashion model with the blue eyes!"

"We're not shooting him today, Scott," I said, gritting my teeth, "We're shooting the muscle model. So will you try... I don't know, flexing or something?"

I'd never really had to give direction like this. My usual model just knew what to do. No matter what body I had him wearing, he just knew how to make it work.

"Like this?" Scott said, awkwardly raising an arm and making a muscle as though it was clearly his first time doing so.

"Whoa!" he said, his eyes wide, "Look at that!"

"You know what, Scott," I said, putting down my camera, "Why don't we call it a day? Go ahead and get changed out of that suit, and I'm going to get things packed up. That's a wrap."

"Cool," said Scott, "That was easy! Hey -- do you think next time you need to do a shoot with that hunky guy, I could try being him?"

"We'll see, Scott," I said, "We'll see."