Nice abs (wednesday genderbend)

Job opportunities

As Wednesday was just sitting peacefully at his desk reading, wearing another stolen outfit from a bullied Kent whose not getting compensation, he ignored yet another buzz from his phone.

"okay wednesday I'm tired of that stupid buzzing! What the hell did you even do? Did you leak your number to the school or something?" He looked up as Enid walked over to his bedside desk where his phone lay in the charger, and pulled it out and held it up at him "Wednesday unlock this or I'm gonna smash it on the ground right now, I know you can afford another, so I will not hear excuses!" He just looked at the phone as she held it up, unlocked it via facial recognition, and went back to reading like nothing happened.

After a few seconds of Enid rummaging around in his phone she spoke up again.

"Wednesday why do you have so many mails? And why did you not turn notifications off either? What kind of scam or spam did you even sign up for, because this is frankly ridic-..."

He looked at her as she suddenly stopped her monologue, quirking an eyebrow for further explanation.

She pushed the phone in his face with an open email from someone called... IMG models and multiple other agencies, Ah, so they responded to his audition tapes and photos. Intriguing, looks like they were also extremely interested at signing him. Even better.

"what is this!?" Enid asked, apparently illiterate since the name is literally spelled in the top corner.

"job opportunities" he turned back around leaving a gobsmacked Enid barely understand how he even figured out how to use his phone enough to sign up for a modeling agency!? And why did he in the first place?

"why did you sign up for a modeling agency?" She slinked over, leaning on his desk.

"I wanted to make my own money," he quickly glanced up at her with an 'obviously' look before closing the book and resting his hands on his lap, pristine posture as always "leeching off your parents is only acceptable to a degree"

"Agreed, but Wednesday were sixteen, we're not gonna have full-on careers and going to move out in a month yet"

"maybe, but I believe you shouldn't waste time" he stood up from his chair. "Now, where did they say they wanted a second audition?"

And now they were here: At an official model casting. An hours drive away in a bigger city than little Jericho in Vermont, arguably the most useless US state apart from New Jersey, where he lives.

As they were walking into the building described in the email he got he wondered if maybe he should have stolen at least some more formal wear than a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, it wouldn't be seemly to show up looking homeless anywhere, never mind a model casting.

"what do you think they are gonna make you do first?" Enid asked after they had checked in with the receptionist who had pointed to a line longer than wednesday thought there would be since there definitely weren't any models in nevermore despite the 400+ student count.

"most likely they are going to make me do a test runway walk, a photo shoot after, then if they decide I'm marketable they will go ahead and get me to sign a contractual agreement where I most likely will get binded to them legally for a time. I'm then signed up for their agency, they can they book me as my schedule allows and I will then get my paychecks" Enid just nodded along with his explanation.

As they had waited for approximately two to three minutes a faculty member working there walked up to them and took them to the front of the line. Apparently they were very interested, it seems.

"Alright I'll have you do you best catwalk down from that line" he pointed at a tape-strip about 10 meters back "and back here again, and after that we'll see if we want a more professional test photoshoot of you in different styles of clothing and we'll go from there, alright?" Wednesday just offered a curt but polite nod and walked back to the line.