Note: Whenever Mr. Horn is mentioned, we are referring to the vibrator Ida gave him a few days ago.
"Okay, that's it. Here's your payment." Homan handed Ida, who had changed her clothes, $100.
"Uncle Homan, do you think I can go to Hollywood?" she asked suddenly.
"To be honest, before I opened the photo studio, I worked as a photographer in Hollywood for a while. But I'm sorry to tell you that even though you're very sexy and work very hard, some things are innate. No matter what pose you strike, your movements convey a sense of sensuality and attractiveness, but you can't express anything else. Of course, if it's not possible now, you can still study. If you go to acting school, maybe you can become a big star in the future. After all, you have quite a lot of potential."
Homan sincerely explained Ida's situation.
Ida's face darkened a little.
But that little girl named Catherine who accompanied you last time is very good at acting. Although I've only photographed her a couple of times, I've noticed that she always immerses herself completely in her roles. For example, when she puts on those sexy clothes, even though she seems a little reluctant before the shoot, she radiates sensuality during the shoot. And when she puts on slightly more innocent clothes, she displays an overflowing charm. By the way, I saw that little girl on the SAS stage last time; she is a completely dedicated person. With a little help, she could show her acting talent...
Homan suddenly remembered that he had been invited to photograph the SAS competition last time. When Catherine came out, he was instantly captivated; her perfect movements and performance drew him in deeply.
However, he didn't tell anyone about it.
Having been bombarded with various aesthetic standards in the 21st century, Catherine already knew what "sexy" and "attractive" meant. Although she felt she couldn't achieve it, she unconsciously applied this memory to her sexuality when taking photographs, without even realizing it.
"Actually, you would be more suited to modeling. After all, you can perform completely, while Catherine has some shortcomings. After all, videography and photography are very different."
Homan pointed Ida in a direction.
"Thank you, Uncle Homan."
She left dejectedly.
...
Just a little try, maybe it won't be a problem?
Catherine's breathing quickened.
When she came to her senses, her esteemed Mr. Horn was already positioned at the entrance of her hole; the cold touch made her shiver. Catherine's
Catherine's bottom seemed to be just a slit, the mound completely hiding the cave inside, but at that moment, it seemed vaguely visible.
Catherine wasn't bothered by the membrane, because it had accidentally broken during training; in fact, she had encountered a one in a million chance.
A clear liquid seemed to be coming out.
The horn Ida gave Catherine wasn't too thick, just right for Catherine, who was just beginning to develop.
But why did Ida give her this?
Catherine didn't understand.
However, she later saw an episode of the American comedy *Life XXX* that seemed to have a similar theme.
The protagonist was so absorbed in her own world that she didn't even leave the house until her friend arrived and killed Mr. Horn, at which point her life returned to normal.
"Why can't I be reborn as a man...,"
Catherine sighed softly.
Whether it was Lily, Lisa, or Ida, they were all beauties who perfectly fit the oriental aesthetic, and seeing them there was quite rare.
"Since I've been reborn, why should I work myself to exhaustion? Contribute to the world? Promote social development? No. I want... I want... to make this world what I want it to be. I want to enjoy myself, have fun!"
Catherine didn't believe she had the ability to create a world, but she hoped she could change it.
Change this world!
Let it follow its own path!
"Ugh..."
Unconsciously, Mr. Horn had already opened himself up, and then his whole body burst into flames.
It was so wonderful.
The mere fact that Mr. Horn had been inside her made Catherine tremble.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
She accidentally turned on the switch, and Ida had indeed put batteries in it!
But Catherine didn't care at all.
Mr. Horn had already entered her body.
Catherine seemed to have lost control of her body; she could hardly think.
Lily turned around quietly.
"Isn't this going too far?" Lily thought for a moment and then shook her head.
After all, even though this was the United States, and even though this was the 1960s, giving each other gifts like this seemed too soon.
To be honest, Lily felt that her gift was already quite "open," but she didn't expect Ada's to be such a big surprise.
"This is something to give as a gift... Ada is really..."
Unconsciously, Lily seemed to envy Ada a little. Although they were the same age, Ada acted more like a bold 16- or 17-year-old teenager. Although children in Europe and America tend to be precocious, in Lily's eyes, Ada seemed more mature than her, and even more so than Lisa.
To Lily, boldness seemed to be the same as maturity, and she didn't know what kind of logic that was.
...
The next day, at noon, Catherine slowly opened her eyes.
That dream had been wonderful; the nightmares were gone, and she felt refreshed, as if she were back to her old self.
"Hmm?"
She saw a note on the nightstand.
"I already called in sick for you. Get some rest and go to class tomorrow, Lily."
"Whew!"
She sighed with relief, but her cheeks flushed instantly.
She pushed aside the sheets and pulled up her nightgown. Mr. Half Horn's battery was dead, so she took it out, went to the bathroom, and drank some water.
Carefully hiding Mr. Half Horn, Catherine got dressed.
"Kate? Are you there?"
It was Ida's voice.
"Oh, yes." Catherine rushed to open the door, only to see Ida standing in front of her, smiling mysteriously.
"How are you feeling?"
Catherine's face turned red instantly.
"Very comfortable, but I feel terrible inside."
"Relax, what's the big deal? There's no need for unnecessary emotions. Well, Kate, how about we go to Homan's for a photo shoot this afternoon? I've already arranged it."
"That sounds great."
Catherine accepted Ida's request. She felt like her head was a mess; going out for a walk would do her good.
It was 1:00 p.m., which seemed to be right around class time, but Ida was there.
It would probably take several hours to get to New York, and she probably wouldn't make it in time, so Catherine said, "Ida, come to my house today and come back tomorrow."
"Great, Kate!" She came over and hugged Catherine.
Catherine's face turned red as a tomato. To be honest, it was the first time in her life that someone her age had hugged her like that. The feminine charm emanating from the other woman made Catherine feel sensitive again, and her cheeks turned red instantly.