It's been exactly three years since I released my last cap/manip:
Who Knew - DIY. Blame Covid.
This is the 4th in what was never intended to be a series about someone who one day transformed himself into his wife's likeness so he could buy her clothes that look good on her and fit correctly. Now look at him.
Happy New Year. Comments welcome.
Transcript: Thumbing though the magazine together we came to this picture. That's me in the dress. Not my wife. I should have anticipated this. My wife is a model and she loves seeing me in her body. I should have known she would eventually find a way to get me to take her place at a shoot. The day of this shoot, she claimed she was too sick to go to her gig and insisted I had to go instead or her agent might not be able to get more bookings for her. Have to admit, I had fun being the center of the shoot, being fussed over by the people doing my hair and makeup. Every time the photographer told me what to do, I loved the way it made me feel inside. Since this was, taken I've gone on at least a dozen more in her place. In point of fact, she has not gone to any shoots in a few months. Her concern came true. The agent has not gotten "her" any more gigs since she was "sick" that day.