I still can't believe it but I won the runway challenge, a contest with a wonderful main prize, four weeks with a group of models, preparing for a final runway show during which I would be modeling a gorgeous leather dress. Not bad huh?
Except for the fact that I'm a guy.

My name is Summer. Yes, I can hear you think that's a girls name, but there are plenty guys that share my name. Having said that, I have lived through quite some ridicule, both boys and girls laughing at me, just for my name. And somehow, through all the name calling, I have always wished to be a girl and match my name with my gender.

I love fashion, seeing models prancing on the runway in high heels, sexy skirts and daring necklines. Problem is, I want to be with them, sleep with them, but also be like them. And that is about to happen as I won the contest. If they knew I was a guy I bet they would have drawn a second time for a different winner.

And indeed, when I reported to the mansion that would be my home for the next month, there was a lot of confusion. This was mainly caused by the fact that the public relations manager wasn't there, she had to take care of her mother who broke her leg and would be back in a week. But she had left instructions for all the models to make me feel welcome and start teaching the new girl the ropes.

I think I mentioned it already but I'm not a girl, but I had all the right paperwork on me, so I was allowed in. They were all beautiful and I was clearly ogling them and they were not very comfortable with me. Finally one of them, a gorgeous redhead named Jackie, suggested a solution to me. She had purchased a chastity cage, to do some roleplaying with her boyfriend and she asked if I were willing to wear it for the coming weeks. I said ofcourse, I was here to become a girl, so I didn't need my male part to stick out. It was actually a beautiful piece, pulling my member in a curve between my legs, pushing my testicles up and you could hardly tell I was a man down there.

When she locked the cage in place everybody seemed to relax. I explained my name, my interest in fashion, even my closeted cross dressing and finally my desire to look like a girl and wear that leather dress on the runway in spiked heels. I was in for a lot of changes, join the girls in their aerobics and yoga exercises, following the same diets. I was to wear what they gave me, which was girly at all times, always heels that would get higher overtime. I had to spend extra time in the salon, getting nails done, hair extensions, laser hair removal and ofcourse makeup.

But the biggest problem was my figure. My male belly had already been a problem when I would secretly crossdress, but nothing helped to get it reduced. A corset was a must but I still had bulges. Eventually a pretty blond girl named Kim suggested I tried some of her pills. She started out with a similar problem but she had a beautiful hourglass figure now, so I agreed. She explained how she had used a double dose and it had taken about 2 months to shape her curves. So I was doubling up on that and have a dose twice a day.

These were the happiest weeks of my life. When I was done with the salon I looked like a fairly pretty woman with long hair and semi permanent makeup. I basically had made the decision I would never go back being a man and this would remind me. I would have chosen fully permanent makeup if it wasn't for the fact that each model needs a change of makeup to match with every dress she's wearing.

After the first week my figure had improved quite a bit already, even giving me enough fat on my chest so I could fill my bra. And when Jean, the PR lady finally showed up she looked at me approvingly and agreed with the use of the pills I was taking. The girls and I had agreed not to mention my male part to her, it was our little secret.

I had no idea how hard it was to work the runway. I was exhausted every day but never gave up. I ended up sharing the bed with Maria, a stunning Latina. We had no energy to fool around but her arm was wrapped around me all night and I never felt safer or happier.
I could walk in any heel now from three to six inch but found I had trouble with anything lower. Nothing to worry about I figured.

Jean found out about me in the third week when I had to go fully naked for the final measurements to make sure I would be able to fit my dresses and mainly my leather choice, which could not be adjusted. She told me she had good and bad news.
The bad news was that the pills I had been taking were never to be used by men, it was a concentrated dose of female hormones that I doubled double up on and it caused literally a chemical castration. My testicles and even my ballsack were totally shrunken, because of this my male hormone production had completely stopped, causing all female side effects like my breasts growing to at least a B-cup and on it's way to another cup. I understood now why my voice was so much smoother, sexier even, and why my butt had expanded, helping with my hourglass figure.

The good news was, I wouldn't need the chastity cage anymore as I would never be bigger than just a nub. Also my measurements were perfect for the dress I wanted to wear so badly.
I explained to her I stopped being a guy the day I walked in and she promised me she would help me to get a sex change surgery.

That night the girls helped me to celebrate my path to womanhood and I learned I can have fun and even orgasms even the way I now was. I still can't believe how sensitive my breasts have become and how it controls the nerves in the rest of my body, but Maria makes sure I can't forget.

The show went perfect and I looked amazing in my leather dress and thigh high boots. I ended up with a contract in my pocket and was now officially part of the team. Maria made me hers and we both sport amazing matching diamonds on our finger. Just the surgery still and she promised me even better sex after that. As I said, winning that contest was the best thing that ever happened to me.