Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 12

If I was going to return to the office I would need an entire new wardrobe, possibly even some unisex clothes that actually fit my new shape. Stripping back down I could finally see the changes in their entirety. It was subtle, and there was no escaping that my male frame was underneath, however the thickness of my thighs and the curve from my ass was a real sight to behold. I had achieved some amazing results, with nothing more than dedicated exercise, good diet and commitment to change.

I left my old clothes in the bottom drawers and picked out something from my more recent purchases, casual, comfy but still quite figure hugging, I was proud of my new shape, the very least I could do was embrace it right? Still thinking to my episode in bed this morning and the remnants of an unsatisfactory orgasm still clung around in my mind. My head was all jumbled up. Scenarios and combinations of future events passed though, what did I want to do, which route was best for me? So many questions that I didn’t have the answer for.

I sent a text to Ellie, while she might have been a corrupting influence, she was the only other person I could confide in, no-one else knew what I was going through. She called back moments later and her bright voice instantly lifted me. I talked a lot, she listened attentively, chipping in every now and again. There was no obvious solution, it came down to a choice between the complexities of officially living life as a cam girl, it would be impossible to hide the sculptured eyebrows and nails, and my persistent use of the lip plumpers had already left them a little fuller than they had been before even without recent application.

Then the messed up relationships I had started to form, not knowing where I was with Ellie, or what meeting up with Marc would lead to, if he would even accept me, a backdrop of no financial security and the possibility that I would have to present myself to my family and friends as a girl, it was the most risky option by a long way. Or going back to a regular job, a well-paid one at that. I could of course carry on enjoying myself at home, but I would have to stop camming and delete all my accounts just in case a video of me got out and destroyed my career.