At Naked Circus we like to applaud midgets who achieve their life's goal of appearing topless in a British tabloid.
“Wow,” I gasped.
The model had dark locks and full red lips. Her cleavage was spilling out as she posed in a pair of French knickers.
But it wasn’t a photo of Jordan, my model idol. It was me – Mini J. With my 34EE chest, being a model had always been my ambition.
But as a 4ft 1in dwarf, it hadn’t been easy.
I’d been born with achondroplasia, a dwarfism that makes my body normal size, but my limbs smaller.
When I went to sign up with modelling agencies, I was laughed at.
Luckily, Mum, Dad and my normal-size elder brothers, Craig, Bradley, Adrian and Ritchie, had all been supportive.
I didn’t give up, and managed to do a couple of photo shoots. And now, I’d finally got my break.
“I look so professional,” I thought, staring at the pictures.
I dashed home. “Well done,” Mum beamed. “You look very classy.”
When I went out to the pub, everyone looked.
“Everyone’s staring,” said my best mate, Mel.
I smiled. “It’s weird,” I replied, feeling flattered.
And on networking site Bebo, I had messages from admiring strangers. Suddenly, I saw another message in my inbox, and my skin tingled with excitement.
“I don’t know if you remember me, but I’ve seen you in that mag,” it said.
“You look amazing x,”
It was from my old flame, Dan Brown. My heart fluttered.
“Hi, glad you like my pics,” I typed.
He replied instantly. Dan, 20, is a dwarf, too.
He lived two hours away.
Over the next few weeks, we spent hours on the phone. He was so funny, I couldn’t help flirting.
“Why don’t you come to stay with me for the weekend?” he suggested one day.
I was nervous, but the following weekend, I drove to Haverhill in Suffolk.
I thought about Dan all the way there. Would he still look the same, with brown hair and kind eyes?Two hours later, I pulled into his drive.
“This is it,” I thought excitedly, reaching for the doorbell.
Heights of passion
There's nothing we like more than midgets romping in ecstasy.
At 4ft 6in he was the bloke I’d always dreamed of. I felt a surge of electricity as Dan took my hand and showed me into his house.
He had cooked me my favourite. “I love spaghetti” I said, licking my lips.
He reached for my hand. “Me, too,” he smiled.
Our fingers entwined.
“Shall we go to my room?” he said after dessert.
I nodded, my heart pounding. Suddenly, I couldn’t resist him.
“Wow,” I breathed, when we finally broke apart, panting.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Dan beamed.
For the rest of the night, we kissed and talked.
“I don’t want to go back home,” I cried on Sunday night.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be long until I see you again,” he reassured me.
I nodded, knowing he was right.
Because of the distance between our homes, and our supermarket jobs, we could only get together every other weekend.
My family adored Dan, and my mates thought he was cool too. And he supported me in my modelling too.
“I’m proud of you,” he said.
As time went by, I knew Dan was definitely The One. And our tender kisses grew into something more intimate.
One night, as we lay in bed, he peeled off my clothes, covering me with kisses. I trembled with desire as we romped in ecstasy.
Happy surprise
“I’m falling in love with you, Kayleigh,” Dan breathed.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
As we grew closer, we made love constantly. Then, just before our three-month anniversary, I realised I’d missed a period.
I’d always been regular before, and we hadn’t always been careful.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurted out as soon as I got to Dan’s.
He stared at me, stunned.
“What should we do?” he asked.
“We should do a test,” I said.
And off we went to the chemists.
Baby makes three
As I did the test, my fingers trembled with anxiety. Is this what I wanted?
“Dan,” I called.
“We’re having a baby,”
“That’s amazing,” he said, choked.
But we both knew there was a chance our baby would be a dwarf. I squeezed Dan’s hand tightly. “I’m going to love this baby, no matter,”
Dan nodded, “Me, too,”
Dan and I told our families the news. They were delighted.
I went to my GP to get my pregnancy confirmed, and he referred me to a midwife.
“I’ve been doing this job for 38 years,” she said.
“And I’ve never had a mini-mum to be to look after.”
I looked up at her. “Will we be OK?” I asked.
She nodded kindly. “You’ll need more scans,” she said. “And you won’t be able to carry full-term because of your smaller pelvis. But you should have a healthy baby.”
As my tiny belly bulged, I read lots of baby books, and started eating plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables.
Me and Dan saw each other as much as we could, and started looking for a flat. Both our mums splashed out on cute snuggle suits. They were so excited about having a grandchild.
Made with love
Mum and Dan came with me for my first scan.
“Wow,” we all gasped when a shape flickered on the screen in front of us.
Our baby looked perfect inside my tummy. “It’s amazing,” I wept.
“It’s a lively one,” the sonographer said.
But it was too early to say whether our baby was a dwarf or not. The chances are about 75 per cent, which is high. But now I’m just over four months pregnant, all I care about is whether our baby is healthy.
Dan is going to be a brilliant dad, and neither of us will let our height get in the way.
Courtesy of The Sun UK
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