A model is required.

Phatthachon.

Center Point In the heart of Bangkok at approximately 5:30 p.m.

“Have I gone crazy?” I asked myself softly. As my eyes looked around the area, I could easily see that this place had both teenagers, students, and students, both dressed in fashionable clothes. According to the era and wearing school uniforms, students walked together in pairs, sometimes grouping together in beverage shops. and purchase seats-

There are quite a few selling products on the large square. Some sat together happily, bantering with each other.

I was one of those women who dressed perfectly in student uniforms. The most fashionable short skirts, makeup, and a thin layer of lipstick, unlike some teenagers who like to put on makeup powder as if they came out of an opera. The Likay factory is not that bad.

I sat fidgeting alone in front of a liquor store that teenagers frequented. Sitting and drinking expensive coffee and fruit juice drinks. They flirted for a long time. I raised my wrist to look at the watch to relieve my embarrassment when I saw his eyes. Several male teenagers looked at me meaningfully with small smiles.

Screaming at me like I'm laying a bridge It made me secretly smile a little with deep pride as well.

Everyone who knows me They all say the same thing: I have a younger-looking face and skin. When I was in high school, everyone thought I was only in middle school. And when I went to university, everyone said I was just out of high school. There's only one thing that seems more than meets the eye.

It's the chest that is almost overflowing, as many people like to say.

“In front of primary school, Nom Maha'lai”

At first, I was troubled that my face wouldn't develop into the size of my breasts. But when I see my female friends, they all envy the body God has created for me. I'm beginning to accept and was satisfied with what had happened to himself

My consciousness returned when I heard a loud voice calling next to the table I was sitting at. When I looked over, I saw a kinky boy. Shouldn't be more than five years old. Holding a long-stemmed rose, he stood staring straight at me.

"P'Chao Hub..." You called me older sister. That's it.

"You're so cute." Ouch! A child with a foul mouth came to call me giant-faced, but when I thought about it again, he probably didn't speak clearly, pronouncing R. Ruea, L. Ling. If there was a mistake, I forgave and smiled. Gently stroking your head with affection.

“Is there something wrong?”

"I brought you flowers...and...I want to kiss you on the cheek."

Hey...Cheek kid Someone must have given it to him. A child probably doesn't know how to think and do it himself. But I can only think of it. My face still smiles with my cheeks tilted brightly. Bend down to be at the same level as the child's face. The young woman pressed her nose against my cheek and ran away quickly.

I noticed many young students acting as if they were melting all over. Some people were staring at my breasts, eyes wide open, mouths agape, drool dripping like canned fish. Forgot to wipe until both his mouth and shirt were soaked.

I laughed a little, the first bright little laugh since I sat here alone, inhaling the roses to relieve my embarrassment, not caring where they came from. Or who gave it? Until he heard a deep voice behind him.

"Excuse me...can I talk to you for a moment?"

I was a little startled. He turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw a young man, dressed politely, looking like a working person. The appearance is quite handsome. He was in his early thirties, his face looked quite familiar. I probably sat and thought about it for a little while. So he introduced himself.

“My name is Mote, from Studio and Modeling...I just happened to pass this way and saw you sitting alone and saw that you have a personality that meets our specs. So I'd like to talk to you a little. Would you be disgusted?”

“Yes?...Uh...please.” I stood up and invited him to sit down. I secretly observed the young students in the surrounding area. They acted as if they were watching a broken movie.

“Mr...uh...” Mr. Mote started the conversation by asking my name.

“Pat…” I replied smiling, but actually I was more nervous.

Then he invited me to talk about miscellaneous things. Such as the weather, fashion, the entertainment industry, celebrities and singers, the latest movies both domestically and abroad. Until I recovered from my nervousness. and began to exchange views Interact with each other in a more friendly way. and saw that he was a fun and charming man to talk to.

Until he started coming in to talk about work. Which was the purpose of his coming to greet me. He explains like an industry expert. It was like they wanted me to be the model on the cover of a teenage fashion book. Specifically targeting students within the university campus. Not for the purpose of taking nude photos for art in any way. which I am no less interested in

When he saw that I was paying attention and did not refuse to work together So he took a deep breath into his lungs before speaking with consideration.

“Uh...do you have time for my studio today? Well, I'd like to invite you to a casting today. This will not be a waste of time, and if it passes, I will have an appointment for a cover photoshoot in time for the issue to close at the beginning of next month.”

“Ouch!...Isn't it too soon? Pat hasn't prepared yet."

“The water is rising, hurry and scoop it up. Be a day or two late. If someone else comes to the casting first I'm afraid that Mr. Pat will lose the opportunity."

I was silent and contemplated for several minutes. But when I looked at his pleading eyes, I softened. So he agreed with consideration.

“OK...but today Pat didn't bring the car."

“It's okay,” he responded, looking more alert.

“You can go to my car...I'm parked over there...please.” He stood up and moved his chair for me like a gentleman. I met the eyes of all the male students who had been secretly looking at me for a long time. Many people looked at me with regretful eyes. Many people acted in a hurry. gnashing teeth It was as if he wanted to steal me away from the young scout.

Mr. Mote took me to his beautiful sedan. Looking at the models and brands, you will definitely know that the price is over a million baht or more. He opened the door opposite the driver for me. before closing the car door Then he brought himself to sit in the driver's position.

“Is your studio far away?” I asked him as he started the car. The engine hummed softly and he turned on the cool air conditioning. Then turned and smiled at me. It's a charming smile. Charming and not teasing

“It's around Lat Phrao...take it easy. Don't be excited. I guarantee that you will be the best at the event...oh! In the studio for sure.”

He drove me to a five-star luxury hotel in the Lat Phrao area. which he claims to have rented to open the studio specifically for today When he parked the car in the parking lot He was taken up and walked into a room which had a large area. The place is decorated beautifully. People dressed like they were at a fancy dress event walked around.

"Hoy! Damn Mote...where did you trick the students into taking them from?"

A man's voice greeted him in a loud voice. When Mr. Mote and I turned to look in the direction of the sound, we saw a man in a "Fancy Clown" outfit, accompanied by a lady in a "Catwoman" outfit.

As soon as the clown and Catwoman clearly saw my face, they exclaimed. It's the same sound.

“Oh my gosh!...Is it Pat? I thought that Mote was unfaithful. Bringing university students to an event Leaving my young-looking wife to watch over the house.”

Yes...this event is a reunion of Chao Prakun Pramote's former students. My beloved husband He really wanted to see me in my school uniform. with the reason that my appearance was still suitable for wearing a student uniform. Because his face still looks much younger than his actual age. So he used the occasion of the fancy reunion party as a reason to dress up in student uniforms.

And I had to hang out at Center Point because we met there in the evening. Because in the morning my husband has to go to work. Then he was too lazy to stop by to pick me up at home. The cost of gas for cars is even more expensive. In order to check the rating to see that I'm this age and I already have a husband.

Will I still be able to wear my student uniform?

I separated myself to chat with the wives of my husband's friends, most of whom I was already familiar with, but I still heard the godfather bragging to his friends.

“The students around Center Point Looking at his wife with oily eyes This saliva is so greasy. If I knew that my wife was already in my thirties, I would be shocked... A! They say that next year it would be better for each other's wives to dress in nurse uniforms. Change of atmosphere...hahaha.”

Sigh! I must be "Required model" for her beloved husband like this every year...

P.S. For married couples who would like to try my style for a change of scenery, feel free to do so. I can assure you that it's quite exciting...no copyright reserved.