Danielle LaRue - Fashion Model – Part 4

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I awoke Saturday morning.  I felt good about myself. I still had a heartache from Scott, but I just figured with time, it would eventually go away.  I got up, made myself a coffee and a quick breakfast.

I went down to the fitness room and worked out for a while.  I went back upstairs, took a quick shower, and went to the pool to swim a few lengths. With that out of the way, I changed and took the Mercedes over to the mall and wandered around for a few hours. I looked in the various shops and even went into Amelia’s to see if they had the spring fashions yet.  A couple of the sales girls saw me and pointed at me, and ran over to meet me.

“You have to be ‘Amelia’s girl’!” they both exclaimed.

I said, “Guilty,” and they were so excited to meet me.   They showed me a flyer that had just come out, and it showed me modeling the spring lineup.  They were so happy to see me and made such a big deal that a crowd soon gathered around us, and customers were telling me how much prettier I was in real life, even though I looked great in the photographs.  I stayed and talked with the people there for a while, and even though Mrs. Jonsson had tried to get me fired, showing up at Amelia’s stores was in my contract, and I didn’t mind doing it.  Being a bit of a celebrity was fun, and the customers and staff there loved me and asked me all kinds of questions.  I hadn’t seen them yet, but I knew the TV commercials were coming out very soon, and then I might have to wear a disguise when going out in public, but I wouldn’t worry about it until I crossed that bridge.  I had a fun time at Amelia’s, and the girls told me to come back any time at all.  They all took selfies with me on their cell phones, and I wished them well and left the store. I went over to the food court and ate lunch at a Vietnamese place, and it was delicious.  I stopped at the grocery store and picked up what I needed, and went back to my suite.

I realized in all my grief that I hadn’t yet called Mom back in Des Moines.  I dialed her number up and hit send.  She answered and said simply hello.  Mom, it’s Danielle.  Oh, I’m happy to hear from you dear, how have you been doing?

Not too great, I’m afraid.  My boyfriend’s parents found out I am transgender and forced me to tell him.  He seems to have broken up with me as I haven’t heard from him since I told him last Sunday.

There was a pause on the line.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry for you.  You must be heartbroken, Danielle.”

I told her how his mother then tried to get me fired from the modeling agency and told her that Cindy had stood up for me and told her directly what would be the consequences of her actions if she tried to have me fired.  It seems that the State of California has Transgender rights, and it was illegal for her to do so just because I am transgender.

“I have a few things to tell you, dear.  This is the first time that you have had to deal with being transgender.  This is something you will have to contend with for the rest of your life.  I never told you this, but I had a younger brother who was transgender.  David started his transition and lost all his friends, and my parents were unwilling to support him and kicked him out of their home.  I had already left home, and he stayed with me.  I helped him as much as I could, but it just got to be too much for him, and he committed suicide.  I was always wondering if I could have done more to help him, but I was busy building my career at the time and didn’t pay too much attention to him.  I vowed to myself that I would help any transgender person that came into my life and help them build their confidence and character so they would be able to withstand the bullying and negativity that transgender people must live with”.

“When I first met you, I could see so many similarities between you and my brother that I tried to steer you to become more feminine, as I knew you just needed a push to find yourself.  When your home burned down, I immediately reached out to you, knowing that you would be at a low point in your life, and I didn’t want you to do anything foolish to yourself, so I gave you an offer to take you in.  You exceeded all my dreams Danielle, which is why I think of you as my daughter.  You have become a fine young woman.  If your boyfriend can’t see that, then there are plenty of other men who will be enamored with you”.

“Wow!  Mom, I never knew any of that, but I did wonder why you had so much interest in me.  Now it all makes sense.  Thank you for helping me when I needed it most, and I will always think of you as my mother”.

We chatted a while longer, and I felt so much better afterward, talking with mom.

The rest of the weekend was quiet, and there was no word from Scott, and I was beginning to realize it was over between us.  I was sad but had to be realistic about things.

The next week went the same way as the first post-Scott week.  He never called or texted me, and I wasn’t about to chase him.  It was still up to him alone if he wanted a relationship with me, but things were not looking good.

Betty and Pam did their best to keep my spirits up, and we ended up going on a second Girl’s night out on Friday.

I just did housekeeping and some swimming on the weekend.  And Scott was still ghosting me.  I wanted to stop thinking about him but just couldn’t do so.

On Monday, I went into work, and there were a ton of flowers on the receptionist’s desk.  I asked her if there was some special occasion and she smiled at me.

“You tell me, they are all addressed to you.”

“Scott”?  But I had not heard a word from him.  I looked for a card on the flowers, but there was nothing to tell me who they were from.  Betty and Pam came up, and they helped me carry them all down to the studio, but there were so many, I left an arrangement for the receptionist, whose name, by the way, is Destiny, and she thanked me.  I said I had more than enough.  Destiny asked me if I had a secret admirer, and I told her that I suspected someone but didn’t know for sure.

We made it to the studio and set them up around the place, and the scent soon filled the room.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with all these flowers, so I told Pam and Betty they could take some home if they wanted.

Lunchtime came, and we walked out to get something to eat.  In front of the agency, I saw Scott’s BMW parked on the street. We walked past it and continued our way over to a sandwich shop.  When we got to the shop. Scott was standing there with another bouquet, smiling at me.   I was elated but decided he was going to have to work for it if he wanted me back with him.  He walked up to me and asked to speak with me. I brushed him off and didn’t smile, and walked past him without saying anything to him.  Betty and Pam both gave him a disapproving look and followed me inside.  Pam told me Scott looked like a lost puppy; he was so dejected.  I just said, after what he put me through for the last two weeks, he should feel that way.  We had lunch, and when we left the shop, Scott was no longer there.   We walked back to the agency, and his car was gone as well.  I went inside, and there were even more flowers on Destiny’s desk.  We laughed and asked the girls in the office if they wanted any flower arrangements and soon dispersed them all.  The office never smelled so good.  I had my phone on silent, and there were a ton of missed calls and texts from Scott.  I just ignored them for now, and we went back to work in the studio.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, everyone in the office got fresh flowers, and I continued to ignore Scott out in front.  This continued for the entire week. When I awoke on Saturday.  I heard a knocking on my door.  I put the chain on the door and opened it a crack.  Scott was standing there.

“Please, Danielle, I am sorry, I have to speak to you.”

I said, “You rejected me and then didn’t make a peep for two weeks, and then you expect me to jump into your arms because now you want to talk to me?  You will have to try harder than that, Scott.”

I was about to close the door, and he pushed against it to keep it open.

“Please, Danielle, I am sincerely sorry for acting like such an ass.  How can I make it up to you?”

“I looked at him and just said, you will have to prove it to me.  Maybe ask me on a date.”

“How about I pick you up tonight at 6 pm?”

“It had better be someplace expensive.”

And with that, I closed the door on him.  I grinned from ear to ear.  Scott had come around, but I was going to make him work for it.

I went to the kitchen and made myself some coffee, and read the morning paper.  I fixed myself some French toast and a little fruit salad and then performed my regular morning routine of working out and then taking a swim in the pool.   I went out to get some groceries and came back and cut myself up some salad ingredients and made myself a fresh salad with a small piece of chicken breast.

During the afternoon, I watched some TV and did a little reading.  At 4 pm, I decided I had better get ready for Scott, and took a shower, did my nails, hair, and makeup. And then I picked out a sexy black dress that had sequins sewed into the fabric.   I picked out a pair of 4-inch pumps and left them by the door.   At 6 pm, I heard the door buzzer go off, and I let Scott up.  He knocked on my door.  I put on my pumps and then opened the door for him.  He was standing there with a sheepish look on his face, and I invited him in.  He was holding yet another bouquet and gave them to me and told me I looked stunning in my dress.  I smiled, put the flowers in some water, and asked him to help me put on my wrap, and we left the condo.

Scott was talking the entire time, telling me how stupid he felt after leaving me for two weeks without a word to me.

I smugly said, “I agree; you should feel stupid and embarrassed for putting me through all of that.”

We walked out to his car, and he opened the passenger door for me and helped me in his car, closed the door, and then ran around to his side and got in.  He asked me if I had ever been to a Japanese Restaurant where the chef grills your food in front of you. They also have a sushi bar as an appetizer.  I said it sounded fine, and he drove us to the restaurant.  We went in, with him helping me out of his car and holding the door open for me when I entered the restaurant.  We were soon seated, and he told me we could first walk over to the sushi bar and pick out a few appetizers.  We got up and had a look at them.  I picked a California roll, and Scott picked out a Nigiri combo and an assorted sushi plate, and they told them they would bring them over to us when they were ready.  We went back to our table that was part of a large grill and sat down.  A waiter asked us if we wanted anything to drink. Scott got a beer, and I asked for some sparkling water.

“Danielle, again, I want to apologize for the extremely poor way I treated you when you first told me.  I won’t make any excuses for my terrible behavior, but I must be honest, I didn’t know how to handle it at the time.  Then my parents, who I later found out had orchestrated this whole thing, continued to criticize you throughout dinner, to a point where I didn’t stick around for dessert.  I just got up and said good night and left. I didn’t feel I could talk to anyone about this, so I kept it inside for a few days and stayed in my room, brooding as to what I should do.  I felt like I had missed the opportunity to reconcile with you, and this depressed me even further. I took two weeks off from work and just did nothing. My parents tried talking to me, but I told them to go away and leave me alone”.

“Yes, I am that dense and that slow, as I realized that you are the best person I had ever met in my life, and I could never be the same without you in my life.  I don’t care that you are transgender. So, what, that you can’t have children, many women can’t either, so that is no excuse for rejecting you.  And for that, I am truly sorry.  I know that I put you through hell if you felt anything like I felt.  I also apologize for not contacting you sooner; I was afraid you would reject me, and my fears paralyzed me; I just couldn’t do the right thing and apologize to you”.

“So here I am Danielle, I am asking a lot from you, but I am hoping you will forgive me for my stupidity.”

I listened to his story quietly.  And then I softly told him, “Do you know your mother tried to get me fired from the modeling agency?  My boss told her that it would be a bad idea since there are laws to prevent discrimination against a transgender person”.

Scott looked at me with his mouth open.

“She did that to you?  God, I don’t know what is wrong with my parents anymore.  I am so sorry she put you through all of that too. He took my hand and kissed it softly. I don’t know how I am going to make all this up to you, but I will most certainly do my best.  I told you that I was going to move out of my parent’s home when I graduated this year, but I think I must move up my plans.  I can’t stay under their roof any longer; I have lost all respect for them now.  I am my own man, they raised me like that, and I don’t care about their money; I have to be independent of them now. I don’t know why she is so against you and me.  But first, there is something I wanted to do two weeks ago, and I am going to do it now”.

He stood up in front of me and then bent down on one knee.

“Danielle, I have never met anyone like you in my life, and I love you with all my heart.”  Scott then very loudly said, “Danielle, will you marry me”?

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it to show me a huge diamond engagement ring.

Now I was stunned. Here I was sure that I had found and then lost this great man, and now he was proposing to me. I looked around the restaurant and noticed everyone else had stopped talking, and they were all watching us.  I looked at Scott and smiled and simply said, “Yes.”

Everyone in the restaurant cheered and started clapping.  Our chef was walking over as Scott proposed to me and clapped as well.  Tears welled up in my eyes as Scott got up and placed the ring on my finger and then embraced and kissed me as the cheers and clapping continued.

One of the other patrons in the restaurant bought everyone in the place champagne, and we all toasted to a happy marriage and a long life together. It turned out to be quite the night.  The restaurant owner came over to us and took our picture and told us our meal was on the house tonight; it was his treat.  They even brought us over a little cake at the end of our meal, and the staff and other patrons sang happy engagement to you, and we laughed and kissed each other again. Our meal was fabulous as well, Scott had steak, and I had chicken, and we enjoyed ourselves.  All was forgiven with Scott, and we left the restaurant and headed back to my condo.  On our way back to Scott’s car, we talked.

I said, “I am worried about your mother and if she will try anything else to discredit me.”

“I am going to give her a call tonight and will tell them firstly I am moving out and secondly if they want me to remain in the family, they had better smarten up and accept the fact that I am going to marry you. Or I will no longer consider myself to be their son and will have nothing to do with them in the future.”

Scott told me I could say no if I wanted, but he didn’t want to go back to his parent’s home and asked if he could live at my place until he found a place of his own.  I told him, you know some suites are selling in my building; maybe have a look at them and see what you think.  Well, I do have an income with the legal firm and some money in the bank, so I could make a deposit.

Scott was true to his word, and on the drive back to my condo, he put his mother on the speakerphone and told her how poorly he thought of her for the nasty things she did to me.  He then went on and told her that he had proposed marriage to me tonight and I had accepted, and she had better smarten up and realize if she wants to continue being against me, that not only will she never see me as her daughter, but she will lose her son as well.  He then hung up on her.  Let her stew on that for a while.

We got back to my condo and went up. I opened the door, and we walked in. Scott embraced me and kissed me; I have missed you so much, Danielle; I’m so sorry for everything that happened.

We went back to my bedroom and had the best makeup sex ever.  We both thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

The next day I called my realtor, and we visited the suites in my building that were for sale.  There was one on the top floor; it was a corner suite and was a little larger than mine, having another bathroom and a den, as well as balconies on both exterior walls.  The place was being sold as fully furnished, and it was all done with very trendy modern furniture. Scott would be able to make a down payment on it and close immediately as it was vacant.

On Monday, Scott made an offer through the realtor, and it was accepted by the seller.  I loved his new place and wished it had been up for sale when I was looking, but I was glad he found a place so quickly, and it was only 2 floors up from my place. I told him that I was happy for him; it’s like this place came on the market just for him. Scott then called up movers and had them make an appointment to move his clothes and things from his parent’s home later in the week.

On Monday night, I had to call up my stepmother and tell her all that had happened to me since we had last spoken.  Mom answered her phone, and I said, Hi Mom, it’s Danielle.  She was happy to hear from me. I filled her in on all the new things that had happened to me since the last time we had talked.  Guess what, Mom?  I’m getting married!  Scott came through and proposed to me, and we are madly in love with each other.  She told me that she was elated for me, but I shouldn’t trust Scott’s mother, and I told her that Scott had told his mother to smarten up or he would cut all ties with his family.  He must love you, dear.  For that, I am happy for you.

Ms. LaRue went on to tell me they were opening a new store in Des Moines to replace the old store, which had just gotten too small for them.  I asked when it would be ready, and she told me by June from the looks of it.  You know, Mom, part of my job is to attend new store grand openings, so I think I will be able to swing by in June, and I can see you and everyone in the new store.  She thought that would be great as well and hoped that Scott would come out too, as she would love to meet him.

Scott came in from work just as I finished my call, and we kissed each other.  Are things all good with the condo sale?  He said there were no problems and it would close by the end of the week.  Scott had people in his firm check the sales contract, and he signed everything on Monday while he was at work, and they sent it to the seller’s lawyers. He had a site inspection for tomorrow, and I told him there would be no issues since I didn’t have any with my place.  We decided to go out and have a pizza at a nearby Italian pizzeria, and it was very good.  These guys had wood-fired brick ovens to bake their pizzas, and they tasted great. Scott even bought me a beer to go with the pizza.

The next morning, we both got up for work and kissed goodbye.  Cindy saw me as I came into the office and smiled at me; come on into the conference room, I have something to show you.  I followed her into the conference room, and there was a video player and a big screen TV.  She turned on the player, and my Amelia Girl commercials started playing.  Jennifer had performed a great job creating these, and I thought I looked great in them as well.  They portrayed me as a smart active modern girl who wore the latest styles from Amelia’s Boutique.  At the end of each commercial, I said my line about Amelia’s, and Cindy loved it.

“Danielle, not only are you a great model, but you are a superb actress as well.  You said those lines beautifully, and it sounded natural and sincere.  And you said it differently every time while delivering the same message.”

Cindy was impressed.  I think she brought the entire staff to see them all, and everyone was impressed with me and congratulated me on a job well done.  She told me that the commercials had been delivered to the networks and would be airing by Friday.  Amelia’s had given their go-ahead and loved the commercial spots as well.  This was a big ad campaign, and the commercials were part of it, but a major part.

“Don’t be surprised when people start stopping you on the street Danielle, as you are going to be very popular.”

I just hoped that Scott wasn’t the jealous type. I didn’t think so, but I didn’t want him to get worried about me either.

Work continued at the studio as I made my way through the rest of the Spring line for the ad campaign.  Cindy called me into her office again and informed me I would be flying out to Spokane, Washington, for a store opening there and would be there for a couple of days next week.  By then, my commercials would be airing, and there would be some buzz around me, and the TV news would probably cover there as well.  I was going to fly out next Wednesday and visit the store for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, flying back Saturday night.

When I got home, I told Scott about the commercials and my trip to Spokane for a store grand opening.  He was happy for me, and sad because he wouldn’t be able to go with me.  You have to promise to call me every night, so I can tell you how much I love you.  I will, I promised.

On Friday, we went over to Scott’s parents’ home to pack up his things with the movers.  We met the movers there, and he showed them what to pack up and what to leave behind.  Scott didn’t need any of his old furniture and left it there but took all his clothes and all his sports equipment as well as his items.  I didn’t look for his parents, and they didn’t meet us either.  It was all fairly uneventful, and the movers had his things on their truck in no time. We left his parents’ home and dropped by the lawyers to pick up the keys to his condo, and we met the movers at the condo building.  In no time, they had moved his things into his new place, and we started unpacking and putting everything away.  Not only was this new condo furnished, but it had a completely furnished kitchen too. The lucky guy didn’t have to buy anything except food.

We ordered in for delivery to his place and enjoyed Chinese food together. Scott had a great view of Sacramento’s downtown as well as the river from his condo, and we loved it.  We celebrated in his new bedroom, and he took me around the world a few times before we finally turned in for the night.  The next day we got up in the morning, and realized that we didn’t have any food other than leftover Chinese food, so we helped each other shower, and got dressed, and made our way back to my condo, and I made us some coffee and breakfast.  We went shopping afterward, and I picked up some groceries for myself as well as for Scott. I could see we would be seeing a lot of each other’s condos, and we found a stairway that we could easily walk up and down the two floors between us, without having to wait for the elevator.  Saturday night, we went out for dinner with Betty and Frank, and Scott told them about all the nasty things their mother did to me and how she tried to break us up.  Betty congratulated us on our engagement, and I showed off my ring.  Betty told us that if she hears their mother is going to try anything in the future, she will warn us.  Scott didn’t think so since he had already warned her that he would cut all ties with her if she tried to hurt Danielle again.  I told them about my upcoming trip north to Spokane for a store opening and to keep an eye out for my TV commercials for Amelia’s.

Frank sat back and listened to what had happened.  He looked at me and said, “I hope they are easier on me than they were on you when I propose to Betty.”

Betty turned and stared at him, “What’s this”?

Frank smiled, reached into his pocket, pulled out a ring, looked into Betty’s eyes, and said. “Betty, will you marry me”?

Betty made a gleeful squeal, and kissed him, and said “YES”!

Frank smiled and placed the ring on her finger.  He looked at Scott and said, “I couldn’t let you upstage me now, could I”?

We all laughed together.  Scott told everyone we would all have to go over to the club now and celebrate. We all agreed and headed over to our favorite club. We had no problems getting in, and we found a table and were out on the floor dancing in no time.  It was a great evening, and we enjoyed the outing.  I danced with Scott, with Frank, and with Betty. We all had a blast.  At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes, and Scott and I headed back to his condo.  Scott poured us a nightcap liqueur, and we toasted each other and then kissed and made off for the bedroom.  Every time I am with Scott, it just keeps getting better.  Scott could play my body like a virtuoso, and I was putty in his hands by the end of it.  I lost count of my orgasms. I can’t think of anything better than experiencing sex as a woman. We finally fell asleep in each other’s arms. We woke up on Sunday, and we did the dirty again, and then I got up and made some coffee and breakfast.

Betty called up, and Scott put her on the speakerphone.  She said, “It’s up to the both of you if you want to accept, but I was talking to mom, and she is distraught that she might lose you as a son.  She would like both of you to come over tonight for dinner.  Frank and I will also be there too.  She wants to make a formal apology to both of you for the way she had treated Danielle and hopes that you both can make some amends with her. She said that she would have called you directly, but you are not picking up when she calls you”.

“So, what do you say, bro? Do you want to give her a chance to make things right”?

Scott spoke first.  “Do you mind if I call you back in a few minutes, Betty? Danielle and I want to discuss this first”.

Betty replied that was fine and hung up.