Bray for the Camera Montana stood outside the photo shoot with a strange feeling of dread. Maybe it

Bray for the Camera Montana stood outside the photo shoot with a strange feeling of dread. Maybe it was the wanted ad that lacked detail, maybe it was the strange phone call with the photographer, or maybe it was just nerves. Nerves, that must be it, she had never done modeling before, but this was her opportunity to work with a real photographer. Montana silently hoped that “exploring her wild side” wouldn’t mean doing anything too weird. Montana entered the building and was greeted by the photographer and a makeup artist. There was some idle chit chat and introductions, all very normal seeming which calmed her suspicious feeling and set her at ease. Everything seemed to be going fine up until the makeup started getting applied for the shoot. Montana was eyeing the drab olive green set, her mind wondering what was actually supposed to make any of this seem wild when she felt an odd tingling sensation. The makeup applied to her face had an almost menthol feeling to it, a dull not quite burn that was somehow cold and hot at the same time. She went to question the makeup artist, but the woman had already disappeared and the photographer was waving for her to come onto the set.Montana asked the photographer what he wanted her to do, but he kept saying things like “look natural” or “Don’t worry, just be the real you..”. Something about the way her spoke filled her with that same dread from earlier, or maybe it was the cramp in her jaw, or her flaring nostrils, or the twitchy feeling on her ears. She stopped for a moment to ponder why her ears needed makeup too before a bright flash distracted her from her thoughts. She reminded herself to focus and tried to ignore the odd sensations.“That’s it, yes yes, this will do…” The man behind the camera seemed pleased and she tried to keep a natural smile on her face despite how bad her skin tingled and how stiff her muscles felt. It almost felt like her face was being pulled forward, and she could swear that her nose looked bigger than normal.“Don’t you just feel raw? Intense? Primal? Let it out, let the animal in you free!” The photographer was really getting into this and Montana tried to do some cat like poses to please his insistence. The photographer scowled “Let the real you shine though, become the animal.”Montana felt weird, her face was heavy, and stiff and… she could swear that her face really did feel bigger and she couldn’t help but to reach up and notice that she had a bit of a muzzle. Her eyes went wide and a nervous sound escaped her lips.“Haaaw?” What was going on here? “Wh-what it haaaawwpening? My face is-”“Do not fret, just be the animal, yes, let the jenny within you out for the world to see.”“Jenny? What are you taaaawwwlking about? Heeehaaaww!” Montana question amidst uncontrolled brays. Her ears grew longer and her face stretched further as her nostrils widened. “My face, and my ears, somethings not right!”“Shh, just embrace it, the camera loves you!” The photographer flashed photo after photo. Montana was too confused to be distraught, this wasn’t real, she wasn’t an animal. She could feel her face changing further, pushing out into a full muzzle that gave her a hairless feminine animal look over that of a normal girl. If Montana had a mirror she would have been forced to admit that she did look like a hairless donkey at the moment. Her cheeks were red, a shameful feeling welled up inside her.“You look perfect, yes just like this!”Montana gave the photographer a confused look, this was what he wanted, what he meant by exploring her wild side? She brayed again as he took more photos with obvious enthusiasm. She struck the most donkey-like poses she could think of, and actually started to feel good. The odd tingling burn and stretching feeling was gone, and she really did feel kind of wild. It was easy to ignore that she was being photographed when she was making such an ass of herself. -- source link

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