This is my first erotic fiction, I am not the best writer so please forgive my spelling and grammatical errors. I enjoy stories that have a base in reality and could almost be believable with a slow build, I have many more in the pipeline, I hope you like them as much as I enjoy fantasizing about them.
It was the morning after the night before, and as I stretched under the bedsheets, a smile spread across my face. Remembering last night’s events, I felt myself stir a little and pressure from the panties I had on adding to the arousal. It has been a while since I had morning wood after a big show, but there was no denying that the more I thought about last night the harder I got.
Dragging myself out of bed and trying my best to not think about how hard I came or how good it felt before I ruined another pair of panties. I reached for my phone and saw a message detailing my package would be arriving soon. The package contained all that lingerie I bought and would hopefully be the key to unlocking a regular income from camming, before it arrived I’d have to make do with what I had, and look to improve my appearance in other ways.
Thinking about it over breakfast I decided I would need to go to one of the bigger shops. One of the supermarkets would be sure to have a makeup isle, with practicing so much the limited items I did have was running out anyway, and I might as well expand the range. If I wanted to emulate the look of my favourite cam girl, I would need to be much bolder with it.
I finished breakfast and started my now daily exercise routine following the DVD. I could already tell that my fitness and flexibility were improving each day and at the end of the session the on screen coach recommended running as a way of enhancing the workouts.
Getting ready I recalled my discomfort the last time I left the flat, I would definitely wear a bra to stop my sensitive nipples chafing, and if I did a little light makeup with the mask on no-one would be any the wiser anyway. After being mistaken for a girl last time it could work in my benefit, allow me to practice being more girly with my movements and be better on cam. I was positive my viewers would approve and the more they did the more tokens I would earn.
I dug through all my clothes, and managed to find some tighter items that were buried at the bottom of the drawers. A simple white round neck t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting dark denim jeans. I think a previous girlfriend had bought them for me when it was all the rage for guys to be in skinny trousers, it was one of the death knells of that relationship as there was no way I would have worn them, but now they might really help present me in the right way.
Pulling the top over my head and down over my chest, the padded bra did a good job of making me look like I had something there, although it wasn’t much. And when I pulled up the jeans I was surprised at how well they fit. They were tight but not uncomfortably so, and very snug around my ass, I did have to re-arrange my junk a little in the panties as the jeans needed to be pulled up quite high to avoid being too misshapen around the crotch.
I applied some simple makeup and mascara, put on my mask and grabbed a bag to leave. I was nervous about stepping out and looking like a girl, but I knew with the mask on it would act as my shield. It hid my face shape and with only made up eyes peeking out over the top, I couldn’t imagine anyone would recognise me, even if they knew me.
The walk to the supermarket was uneventful, I made a conscious effort to walk with a sway to my hips, thinking to myself how I’d seen girls walk and replicating the movements. Standing in the queue outside as they were limiting people being allowed in at one time, I looked in through the window, and there was a small sports section. Obviously as people had taken up more activities during the lockdowns they had a full isle dedicated to it. Recalling the DVD session from this morning I made a note to check for some running gear while I was in there.
Once inside I made a beeline for the beauty section. There was a decent range of items and even though I’d spent countless hours watching YouTube tutorials I realised I didn’t actually know how to pick the best things for me. Fortunately there was someone else browsing and I just followed their cues. Three or four foundations tested on the back of my hand later, and I had one that was a really good match, and this gave me a reference for everything else.
I filled my basket with blushers, bronzers, eyeshadow, a handful of lipsticks and matching nail polishes. And then I found the display containing all the fake addons, they had nails, false eye lashes, lip plumping gloss, facemasks, the works. I didn’t really know what most of them were but thought I might as well make the most of my trip and take a bunch of item to experiment with, including some hair dye, after all my favourite cam girl always had brightly coloured streaks which I loved, and I wondered what they would look like on me.
I left the Isle with a basket already over half full and walked over to the sports section I had seen earlier. I found the sports bras, vests and leggings, shorts and a few other things to make my running more comfortable. A range of colours and styles thrown into my basket and I set off to grab a few other food items and bits and pieces for the flat that I had run out of.
At the till a cute checkout girl started to scan my shopping, I say cute, I couldn’t make out much of her face behind her mask, but the way she had her hair and nail polish done ticked a lot of my boxes. As she scanned the items I bought for running she commented on how nice they were and a sudden wave of panic washed over me. I could have bought men’s clothes, they even had anti chafing tape. DAMNIT!
I would feel stupid taking them back now, I resolved I would return them at a later date, hopefully when she wasn’t working and would recognise me. The rest of the items scanned and paid for, I loaded up my bags and left the shop.
The walk my mind constantly questioned why I bought girls running clothes, I didn’t need to and I should be trying to maintain some semblance of my maleness. Especially if the camming doesn’t work out or I end up being able to keep my job.
I arrived home and unpacked all my groceries as well as the other items. Looking at the makeup choice I was excited to try them out and see how I could improve. And with the sports clothes there on the bed I wondered if they would be comfortable to exercise in, I guess I could try on one set and see.
I peeled off my clothes and stretched the sports bra over my head. Pulling it down it fit very snugly, it felt very supportive, tight but not restrictive. Next I slid on the leggings, they were a tight lycra fabric with breathable mesh panels and as I pulled them up over my bottom and made a few adjustments they fit perfectly. A few leg stretches to get them to settle into place and I marveled at how nice they felt. I walked to the mirror before laughing at the reflection, with my light makeup on, hair undone and the sports bra on my top half looked fine, but the bulge in my leggings looked very out of place.
I re-arranged myself pushing my little flaccid dick down, a little fiddling and adjusting later I looked back at the mirror and was satisfied. I was quietly happy that in my un-erect state my small cock could be positioned to look like a female mound, maybe a little bigger than normal but not unsightly. Posing in the mirror it gave quite the effect and I rationalise that I could totally go for a run like this, although I might have to support or fix my bits in place, but that was nothing a few minutes on google couldn’t fix.
My ass was an entirely difference vision, the way the leggings supported it was something else. While far from a perfect 10, if I saw a girl with a rear like that I would absolutely give her a second look. I flexed and posed some more, looking at myself from different angles. The fitness DVD may have already started to work and the results were positive, if that translated into more revenue from the cam shows it would only be a good thing.
Going back to the makeup I had bought, I took it all to the bathroom in front of the mirror. With my phone propped up I spent the next few hours following tutorials and trying it all out, with mix success. I nailed a few looks, but totally failed at others, but in general I had made progress for sure, and every time I did that my shows got better.
One thing I looked at with trepidation was the fake lashes. They seemed so massive and disproportional, but with my best efforts of makeup on my face, now was a good a time as any to finish the look
They were the magnetic type, so some special eyeliner applied and some patience later the weight of them fluttering on my eyelids was surreal. They exaggerated every time I blinked, their presence was unrelenting, but they looked amazing and set my whole face off. Smokey eyes, gold blushed cheeks and bright red lipstick to match my still painted nails. I made a best effort at styling my hair with some of the hairspray I bought, it didn’t look bad but that was definitely an area I could improve on.
With my makeup looking great I decided to get dressed in the lingerie from the previous night’s show, I wanted to see how it would look all together. Fortunately it had now dried so piece by piece I put it on watching myself in the mirror as I did. Once fully dressed I couldn’t help but smile, looking back at me was an attractive girl, the days efforts had really paid off and it was clear to see by my now rapidly hardening cock. I still had quite a few hours to kill before the next show, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the buttplug on the shower shelf.
Briefly I considered taking it out and maybe playing with it, I felt my anus twitch a little at the thought. It had felt really good, my thong began to stretch as I tented out at the front. Snapping out of it, I realised I needed to save that for the show, I couldn’t afford to waste anything unless I was on cam. Even so I pulled my cock free and gave it a few strokes, I was incredibly turned on and flashbacks to last night filled my mind. Taking a deep breath I resolved to not do any more, and set about relaxing in-front of the TV.
The eyelashes and lingerie were a constant reminder, and my dick never went fully soft, by the time it came to start my show I was hot, flustered and super horny. I struggled to pace myself, I so wanted a repeat of the previous night, I was forever reminding myself to slow it down and play for the tokens but my body wanted more.
But as with previous weeks when I had a big show with lots of contributors the next ones were always quiet, and today was no exception. After an hour of teasing and playing with myself a bit, I was way too horny and at this point I just needed to get off. I grabbed the plug and used my precum as lube, pulling my thong a side I began that delicious circling of my hole that wound me up so much before.
My cock had risen fully from my panties, sticking out over the top trapping my balls beneath, my attention however wasn’t there as I slowly applied pressure to the plug and with much less trepidation than the night before I eased it inside me. The feeling of the weight and pressure was delightful, there was no discomfort only pleasure and I took in all the sensations it gave before regaining my composure to the camera.
Looking down the lens, I said “tonight you are in for a treat as I’m just going to sort myself out even if you don’t pay, not that I imagine any of you will complain”. I was too far gone at this point, I no longer cared about the show, I needed to make myself cum and cum hard.
I sat up with my legs spread and with one hand on the plug I pulled it out and pushed it back in, I wrapped my other hand around my throbbing dick and started to stroke it in time with the thrusts going in my ass. The feeling was divine, and I could sense that familiar build of pressure in my balls.
My hands were now a frantic blur as I pumped my dick and played with the plug in my backside, when my orgasm arrived it was a quick burst of four or five jets of cum, moving my hand to ensure I didn’t cover myself. The climax as short as the build-up, and I panted my gratitude to the few people that had given me a few tokens. That was much needed relief, but no way near as good as the night before, I chatted to the room while cleaning myself up before closing it down for the night.
Tonight had not need a great earner, but I was beginning to get used to the ebb and flow of how much people were willing to pay. The Friday and Saturday shows were always be best for tokens, I would just have to settle for treating the early and midweek shows as practice.
Still feeling sticky I walked into the bathroom to take a shower, standing at the large mirror I admired the effort, practice and work that had gone into transforming me, I was far from perfect but even on a quiet night I hadn’t don’t too badly, so I must be doing something right. Removing my makeup and fake lashes I stepped into the shower and once again welcomed the relaxing hot water cascading down my body. My nipples always tingled after a show, the hours of attention caused them to be a little sore, but it was a price worth paying, not only did it look good on camera I really enjoyed the feelings it gave me.
Soaping the rest of my body it suddenly dawned on me that I still had the plug inside me, had I really become that accustomed to it? Reaching round to pull it out I found it impossible not to toy with it a little, hardness instantly returning to my cock. My orgasm hadn’t been the biggest tonight, so that was unsurprising really, but I had to resist, I had a long week of shows and it wouldn’t look good if I hardly came in them.
Removing the plug I resumed cleaning, and my middle finger founds its way back to my hole. Feeling somewhat explorative and still a little horny I circled it a few times before pushing in. Other than the buttplug I had never put anything inside me, and it felt incredibly pleasant as my finger slid inside further. I could feel my ring flex and squeeze, and I probed a little deeper. Before I had rationalised what I was doing I was in to my second knuckle and as a slight moan escaped from my lips I couldn’t deny how good it felt.
My dick jumped a little and I realised I needed to stop before I got carried away, scolding myself and repeating that I needed to save my energy for the shows, I finished showering up and stepped out into the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around my chest I applied a few moisturisers to my face and hands, before another over my entire body. Making a mental note to re-use the hair removal cream the next day.
Dressing in the comfortable night wear again I settled into bed, content that soon the delivery of Lingerie would arrive and I could kick up my shows a notch, combined with how well my makeup was starting to look I was sure it would bring in the much needed extra revenue. I also wondered if it would be so bad to wear the plug outside of the shows, I mean it would help with me being more comfortable with it, it might act as a reminder for me to walk more effeminately which would only help too, the fact that I enjoyed how it felt would be a bonus.
I also had all those other makeup items left to try, the fake nails, lip plumping gloss and hair dye. If I had time I would have to experiment with them, if the fake lashes from today were anything to go by, I could certainly make it work and the new lingerie would only improve things. And with those thoughts I drifted off to sleep excited at what the next day would bring.