Gad! My Mom Traded Me For A Boy…The other day I got this message from J.D., my special adopted widdle brother. I found him in a basket floating down the Nile. No I didn't, cept J.D. is a really neat boy who actually went swimming with another boy in their neighbor’s pool, wearing little girls’ bathing suits and those god-awful rubber swimming caps that about squeeze your brain out through your nose. J.D. is so much fun and really knows how to make a big brother feel special. Love ya widdle Bro.
Anyway, he wondered what I did in the summertime and if I did much modeling, and well, yes! A child model’s work is never done, and thank god! Course the downside side that I didn’t have a lot of time to just go swimming and play cus the old scheduled some weeks got busy and me and mom, and sometimes Fraky was off on fun signments in addition to the regular summer projects getting catalogs ready for the Back-To-School clothes and starting on the various holiday layouts, we often did what mom called, “trade shows”
These was different from fashion shows cus we rarely did any runway work since the people tending these trade shows usually was the owners of various businesses that did the advertising work for the people selling stuff, like, well, my favorite, children’s clothes. These was the guys who owned the ad agencies, the printing companies, and the people who hired the model agencies like the one I was under contract to.
What made this fun was that most often they was held at big hotels and we got to stay in fancy rooms and eat in the great restaurants in them. Mostly, us child models always attracted a lot of great attention from hotel guests and even the staff, cus, well, we was all so handsome, cute, darling and pretty. The boys usually wore short pants and polo style shirts, with short white socks and low top white gym shoes, and the little girls always, always wore very short dainty widdle dresses or skirts and blouses always with short lace trimmed anklets and white Mary Jane shoes. Usually had a hair ribbon or a widdle white brimmed hat, although most often, I wore one of my berets’ cocked on the side of my hair if I was working as a little girl. I had berets’ in several colors, but mostly wore pink, white and black.
School had been out about a week when I got this signment to go to a trade show in Cleveland, Ohio, that’s on this really huge lake that smelled bad. At this show our agency had its own booth and it was set up like a living room, sorta, with couches and chairs, even a TV set (that didn’t work). It also had a bar with real grownup beverages cept there was pop and juice in the Fridge for us kids. We had 5 child models, 2 teen models (a boy and a girl), and several grownup models, mostly these pretty ladies like Miss. Robyn, Miss. Melodie, and Miss. Julie.
The 5 child models included 2 boys ages 9 and 11, 1 real little girl age 10, and me and Fraky as working girls, meaning that we was little girls for like 3 days and that was so cool. Naturally all our people knew that Fraky and me was really boys, cept they didn’t tell or do anything to give us a way, cus well, the boss had a surprise to lay on the business people there.
Jackie, the real little girl was a real sweetie and me and Fraky loved her like she was our widdle sister, and she told everybody that we was her big sisters. Jeffy and Timmy was pretty neat kids too, cept mom really wished that Jeffy would become a dual gender model cus he was really pretty, cept, well, his dad wouldn’t let him. Phooey. (He did secretly play “little girls” with Fraky and me at my house).
Timmy was kinda new to all this but looked so cute. Did I mention that we had these really really pretty ladies from our agency with us, Melodie, Robyn, and Elizabeth Jane? They are so pretty and they love to hug and kiss me, and oh wow! George, thank God, is in his panties where he belongs in public.
The whole purpose of our being there was to sell our agency to the people tending this trade show, and that’s exactly what us child models planned to do. See, being cute and handsome attracted a lot of attention so our mission was to visit with the various business people, smile at them, and like me, I always did a cute widdle curtsy and a spin so that my dress would fly out and show what they wasn’t asupposed to see, mostly my panties.
I had been kinda put in charge by the agency’s director of modeling services, Miss. Jeannie, cus, well; she liked me and said I was the senior child model at this signment. I was pushing 12 and so was Fraky. My job was to take the rest of the kids on walks throughout this huge hall and just stop and talk to people, introduce the other kids, pass out our flyers and let people take pictures of us. The fun thing was that we also got a ton of hugs, even Jeffy and naturally little Timmy, cus, well, he’s so cute. I hated cute kids! (Just joking.)
In our “living room” we kids would put only widdle modeling displays showing how we walked, turn, stopped, and us little girls showed how to curtsy and blow a proper kiss. Jeffy even demonstrated the proper way to pour pop over a glass with ice cubes and pour a glass of wine, being careful to always hand the guest a napkin with their drink. Gad! Jeffy wound up being the bar tender most of the weekend and he loved it. Rachel, she was our token real little girl, suggested that Jeffy wear one of those black satin French Maid costumes, and Gad! Jeffy agreed cept Miss. Jeannie nixed that great idea.
That first night, we kids wanted to walk round with the teen models cept they was too busy hitting on older women, and so we figured that we’d walk around with the adult models cept they said that they had work to do and we kids would get in their way. What Jordan, one of the male models really meant was that they didn’t want us cute and handsome widdle kids up staging them. Hey! We would have.
Soon Miss. Jeannie had called us all together for a widdle meeting then mom and the other kid’s agents had a separate meeting with just us. Mostly about all the “don’ts” cus there wasn’t too many “do’s”, except to remember that we was professionals and not a street gang. Mom also minded me that under no circumstances was I to pull a widdle stunt like I pulled last summer at one of these widdle get-togethers. Naturally the other kid’s cept for Fraky was all ears wanting to know what mom was talking about. I just shook my head and knew that old mom was gonna blow the whistle on me.
Mom told them that under no circumstance what-so-ever, was any of us kids to leave this hall with anyone cept for our people, meaning a grownup, not just another kid or even one of the teenagers. And that if I even thought about going with some strange man to his room like I almost did, well; ”Mom! I was a little kid then! I’m older now, OK! Jes”. Boy! Ya make one widdle mistake and parents never let ya forget it. How was I asupposed to know that he was probably some sort of pervert? Gad! He had his puppy up in his room.
Anyway we kids was to too do the job we was being paid to do and we musta visited about 15 booths and talked to a ton of people. They all wanted to know if we was movie stars, cept I was quick to educate them about our modeling agency and that there was a lot more of us wheelie sweet, cute, and handsome kids ready to work for them. This one fat older man said that if we kids, especially us really pretty little girls was to come to work for him he wouldn’t get any work done cus he’d just want to hug and kiss us. Fraky rushed over to him, threw his arms bout half way round his huge stomach and hugged him telling him that we girls loved hugs and kisses.
This lady with him asked which agency we modeled for and Jackie handed her one of our brochures. She read through it quickly and then threw us girls a funny look. See, she had read that part about dual gender models. Me and Fraky just grinned at her and she winked back at us.
Moving on down the lane we came to this booth with these 2 older ladies sitting at a round table talking till we walked up. These was really cited about mine and Fraky’s dresses, which was almost alike, cept my dress was pink satin with a white sash tied in the back, and Fraky’s dress was a white satin dress with a pink sash, and both was about 3 inches above our knees. Naturally I had to show her my pretty white satin slip and them my pink satin panties. Gad! Jeffy was mortified and Timmy covered his eye announcing that he was too young to see girls’ panties. That caused the ladies to crack up and give Timmy a hug. That widdle ratface!
Jackie naturally gave them a brochure and they gave her a chocolate candy bar and told her how pretty she was wearing a more “practical” sundress. Gad! Old Frak and me was just up staged by Timmy and Jackie.
That’s when I decided that we needed to go back to our area for a cold pop and maybe Jackie would share her candy bar with us. That didn’t happen, mostly cus our agents and my mom decided we kids needed some dinner. OK! That worked for Fraky and me, and the other kids agreed that some food would be nice after all our hard work. We headed out of the hall, making sure that we all had our special badges on, and went to this fancy restaurant on the second floor. We got seats by the widow and we could watch people down on the street.
We kids all sat at one table and the grownups sat at the table cross from us so they could keep an eye on us and help us order, mostly little Timmy and Jackie. Soon we was all eating and talking about what we saw in the hall, and how there wasn’t many kids. I told the others that by the time we finished there’d be a lot of kids with their parents, and we’d get hammered with a lot of dumb questions about how much money do we made, and did we have to go to school, and did we older kids have boyfriend’s, and Jeffy, a girl friend?
Jeffy asked if we’d have to sign autographs, and Fraky assured him that we would cept write only your first name and no matter what, don’t give anybody your phone number. I cut a widdle giggle and told them that whenever anybody asks for my phone number, I always have them the agency’s number.
While we was discussing important stuff like what was on the menu for dessert, This lady and her son stopped at our table to introduce her son Ronald to us. She told us that Ronald was a model at the same agency that Austin, (member Austin?) modeled for, and could he join us, while she visited with our agents.
Ronald sat down side me, almost pulling a chair between me and Fraky cept I guided him to my other side, cus nobody comes between me and my BFF. Ronald was 11 and a small kid, but not pretty like me and Fraky, or even Jeffy, but he was kinda handsome with blond hair and blue eyes. He knew Austin and wouldn’t say if he liked him or not. He knew that Fraky and me was dual gender models cus he’d had actually worked with us over in Chicago, cept we didn’t member him.
His mom was busy chatting away with the grownup and this man and wife and their daughter stopped at our table to tell us how pretty we looked and how well-mannered we was, like we had a choice with the parent’s sitting cross from us. Their little girl about 10, was giving Jeffy the look that said she was in love with him. He mom was giving me and Fraky that look that says she wished her daughter would dress like us. They moved on and we got back to discussing say, some ice cream, maybe a chocolate brownie?
All to soon it was back to work cept Ronald was gonna join us, and boy! Did he ever know how to work my mom. We’d no more in entered our area on the floor when mom sat down on the sofa. Ronald walked over and introduced himself telling her that he was really excited to meet the prettiest and most famous agent in the state. Mom just blushed and I turned to Fraky and stuck my finger in my mouth like I was trying to throw up.
Gad, then that widdle suck up ask my mom if he could fix her a cup of coffee or bring her a glass of wine. Mom told him that a glass of wine would be nice and turned to talk to Miss. Jeannie. Ronald returned with mom’s wine and handed her a napkin, and asked if there was anything else he could get her. I mumbled, “Yeah a seat in another room away from him”.
Anyway, we kids had done our best work in our area for bout a half hour and it was time to head out on to the floor and visit more potential clients for the old agency. I noticed that Ronald didn’t come with us but figured that his mom didn’t trust us yet and didn’t want him running with us.
About half way around the floor we ran into these kids from another agency, cept they was kinda rude and rowdy, and got chased out of this one booth. That’s when I moved into action and stopped this older couple in front of that booth, asking them if we kids from the “Cute and Handsome” modeling agency could be of any help to them, following that with a cute widdle curtsy and a smile. The woman exclaimed what charming and beautiful, polite, and well-mannered children we was. Jeffy was quick to reply that we had been well trained to help people.
OK! Put your shovels away, cus it worked and the guys in that booth saw the whole widdle performance and invited us into their booth, asking about our agency, and course good old Jackie was quick to hand them each a brochure. Timmy, that widdle munchkin, climbed on this one man’s lap and told him he really like the pictures on display in his booth of mostly kitchens and bathrooms they did the advertising for.
I learned later that our agency signed a nice contract to supply the models for their projects and ads. But hey! That what we did. We got work for the old company. Then it was on to spread more good cheer and PR, cept as we was walking I saw mom down that isle and she was with that Ronald kid, and OMG! He was holding my mom’s hand. That kinda bothered me cept, well my mom was friendly and maybe she was just helping him find us.
Before I could make a fool of myself, Fraky and Jeffy pulled me into this big booth that was filled with toys. Actually, it was the agency that did the catalog and print ad work for the toy maker. Gad! We swung into serious action, picking a various toys and acting like we was selling them in an ad. It worked and for long Jackie was passing out our brochures. There was one widdle problem however. We already had a contract with that ad agency cus one of the ad reps recognized me and swept me up in his arms for a serious hug and a kiss, fore he swung me round in the air showing the world my undies, especially my panties, cept hey! It was fun.
Naturally he did a widdle commercial to the people who’d gathered round, mostly hoping to see my panties again. He told them how all those cute kids on their toy packages was me and my gang and other models from our agency. When he finished and me still up in his arms, he whispered asking me if that little commercial would get his company a discount on his next project. I claimed with a giggle, “NO!” and he bout tickled my dress and slip off me to the delight of the crowd and the laughter of the kids with me.
Gad! I was one pooped puppy after that citement, till I spotted my mom still with that Ronald kid, and this time she had her arm round his shoulder. Fraky saw it too and told me to stay calm. Yeah! I’ll stay calm alright! On his fat widdle head. Gad! He was stealing my mom and that wasn’t gonna happen.
The kids all wanted to head on down that isle cept I told them that I had to go potty and headed down the other way towards my mom with my widdle dress and slip swishing wildly round my bare legs as I almost ran. Suddenly I was being grabbed from behind and when I stopped and looked back there was Fraky. He’d read my brain and announced that I might need his help in pounding that Ronald kid’s nose in. Hey! Me and the old Frak was a team.
When we caught up with my mom she spotted us and stopped to let us catch up with her and that kid, and she just hugged me and then hugged Fraky, announcing that she and Ronald had been visiting some of the booth and would we care to join them. I looked sharply at Fraky and he quickly told mom, “Sure!” as he grabbed hold of my hand. I think he was reading my mind and decided that this wasn’t the right place to castrate that jerk for trying to steel my mom and Fraky’s dopted mom.
So away we went cept I kinda wiggled in between Ronald and mom taking her hand. Fraky grabbed hold of Ronald’s hand and we was off. As we walked mom kinda squeezed me and then whispered that as usual I’d made her so proud. I kinda looked up at her wrinkling my nose and squinting my right eye cus I had no idea in the world how I’d made her proud.
She stopped and told Fraky and Ronald to go on and we’d meet them at the refreshment booth in a couple of minutes. They went on and mom turned to me and told me that she had traded me for Ronald and OMG! I almost broke into serious tears as I pleaded with her to know why and what did I do. She hugged me and was very quick to tell me that she was just joking and that she was so sorry for being cruel to me. I informed her that I didn’t see the humor in her widdle prank.
Mom told me that Ronald’s mom had been called to the phone and then had to leave suddenly and could Ronald stay with her and is kids till she got back. We kids had already taken off, so she decided to find us so that Ronald could join us. On the way, he told mom that his Grandpa was in the hospital and going to die at any time and his mom was really worried. He said that she was so glad “that Billie and Fran (Fraky) was here cus his mom had told him that if she had to leave, me and Fraky would take care of him and see that he had a good time.
Gad! Told me that the reason she was so proud of me was cus parents all over knew that I’d be there for their kids if they needed a friend at the studios. Oh! Jes! Deep down inside I felt like a real rotten jerk and spoiled widdle brat, cus, well, I was pissed at him thinking, oh well!
I never told mom what I was thinking bout Ronald cus, hey! Why spoil her image of me? I mean, heck, I couldn’t help it that I loved my mom so much and was always so ascared that one day she’d wake up and see just what a lousy kid she had for a son and dump me.
That weekend was fun and Ronald and me became good friends and he quietly told me that he loved me for being his friend. Gad! Little did he know that I came very close to rearranging his nose.
(Sorry! Got a bit carried away on this one. Too tired to proof it.)