Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch.11 by Dani_does_Dallas

I sat there for some time, my phone still in hand. I couldn’t fully comprehend the situation and where I was. All this started when I was put on furlough and thought I would be losing my job, an idea born out of boredom, hornieness and desperation. What started as a regular cam show with a guy hoping to earn a little money, before being subtly coerced into dressing in lingerie, and taking small step after small step before I tumbled well and truly down the rabbit hole ending up wearing more female clothes and then using toys and other things. And now I was sitting here some months later, hours of dedicated and specific exercise had sculptured my form with a slim waist and upper body, but curvy legs and a decidedly juicy ass that I had to admit I was very proud of.Looking down at my body, cum covered lingerie that fit me so well, my painted and shaped nails, the feeling of fullness from my scarlet sheened plumped lips with the weight of false lashes on my eyelids and my skin so smooth and hairless. How had I gone so far? and why wasn’t I more bothered about it. I didn’t need to do any of this, I could have just stayed as I was.

I summoned the strength to get up to go to the shower and was instantly reminded of the powerful orgasm I’d had not long ago, my legs weak and my hole tingled from my over enthusiastic playtime. I caught my reflection in the full length mirror and couldn’t help but smile, I looked like a mess, but also like a very satisfied and thoroughly well fucked mess. The last broadcast had been incredible, not only riding an actual replica of someone’s dick to an epic climax, but the sheer volume of tokens I had been given, and that didn’t include the recordings I would put up later. Despite feeling supremely conflicted about the things I’d done and the journey id been on, there was also a huge sense of satisfaction, which my subconscious was processing as my very well spent cock stirring slightly as I gazed at myself.

Stripped, showered and cleaned I was completely drained of energy, slipping into the most comfortable of my night ware I pulled the covers over myself and tried not to think of my situation, my brain wanted to go over it again and again, but my exhausted body had other ideas and I drifted off to sleep still trying to understand what I was doing and what the new job offer would entail.

I awoke with much less enthusiasm than usual, but with my now customary stubborn morning wood, I stretched a little and rubbed my eyes taking note of the always delicious feelings of the silk garments on my smooth skin, my erection teasing against the fabric and the caress its tight fitting shape gave me. I sighed audibly and yawned as I sat up, my ass was ever so slightly sore, not enough to cause any discomfort but a more than ample reminder of what happened last night. I couldn’t help but grin as flashbacks filled my mind and I recalled it in detail.

And then the moment I answered the call, the feeling of apprehension, confusion and uncertainty. I spent so long convincing myself that I would be out of a job, doing all this to make sure I would survive financially and then the bombshell of being offered a significant promotion and pay rise to match.

I still couldn’t take it all in, I’d succeeded in my plan with camming to match my old jobs salary, and with the last show I’d done much better. But this wasn’t exactly the career path I ever thought of or wanted. The job they were offering would be a serious opportunity, a massive step up, no doubt leading to more possibilities further down the line, pensions, healthcare, a reliable future. Sure I enjoyed camming but it offered none of those things.

I sat going through in my mind over and over, I had no idea what to do. And then I realised that unlike every morning for the last god knows how long, my boner had gone down without being relieved. I laughed out loud as it felt so out of place, a break in my routine for the last few months, until I realised that I didn’t feel like playing with myself either. In fact I didn’t feel like doing anything.

Rising to my feet I stepped into the bathroom, and splashed my face with cold water, my reflection in the mirror looked stressed, and I felt every bit of it. I couldn’t do a show looking and feeling like this. I needed time to think, time to process what I wanted, and what I should do.

Back at my computer I logged in and posted messages saying that I was taking a few days off to sort some things out, that I would let them know when I would be back and thanked them for all their support. I couldn’t even be bothered to edit last night’s footage, I simply uploaded the whole thing so that it would hopefully keep them satisfied.

Not long after I’d shut everything down and made myself a cup of tea slumping on the sofa, mulling over my options and trying to figure out what I wanted to do. Whilst idly scrolling Instagram my phone buzzed in my hand as a WhatsApp message from Ellie popped up. “Hiya, how’s it going, hope everything’s OK, what you up to?” I grinned at the phone, my heart instantly beating a little quicker.

I fired back “Hi Ellie good to hear from you, I’m not too bad, got some news about work which not what I expected, they offered me a promotion! But it is a lot to take in, not sure what to do. How about you?” and I sat looking at my phone waiting for her to reply like a puppy staring at a treat.

Almost instantly my phone pinged and she replied “oh that sounds great though, much better than being made redundant lol” and I paused, I wanted to tell her everything, but at the same time it all might be a bit much, my situation wasn’t exactly a run of the mill thing, I had so much to think about, it was such a big decision. I started to type a reply, then deleted it. Then started another and deleted that. I didn’t know what to say, for the first time in ages, my usual confidence had evaporated, the way I used to feel in these kinds of situations came flooding back and I just didn’t know what to write.

My phone buzzed again and a short message from her simply read “wanna chat?” I looked at it, and couldn’t move, totally frozen, shit. I should call her, it would make me feel better at the very least. But what would I say? I can’t tell her everything, I liked what we had going on too much.

Moments later the decision was out of my control as her name lit up the screen with an incoming call, I couldn’t avoid it now, there was no way I could ditch it. I had to answer. Nervously I swiped the screen and lifted it to my hear. “Hey Ellie” I chimed in what I hoped was a cheerful tone, she immediately picked me up on it and asked what was going on.

For the next ten minutes or so I skirted around the issue, I talked about how good of an opportunity the new job would be, how much more it would pay. But how I had this side hustle that if I kept working at it could be even better, not to mention being my own boss and working when I wanted would give me more freedoms although not the benefits of being permanently employed. Of course I conveniently left out the part that I was a guy, who wore women’s clothes and lingerie and masturbated on camera for a living. A detail I hoped she wouldn’t pry into too much.

She listened attentively and offered encouragement and support, even suggesting I try and do both, take the new job and maintain the side hustle. Which was something I hadn’t thought of, but struggled to resolve as I could never hide my finely plucked eyebrows or immaculately kept nails. The two options were totally incompatible.

She sensed my reservations, and joked that I could probably do with a drink. The pubs were all shut as it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, but the café would be open and I agreed to go there and meet her so we could carry on chatting in person, although she insisted that we tried not to talk about it and just have a laugh instead, you know, keep my mind off it so that I could have more time to think.

Of course I would never refuse the opportunity to meet her again and we set a time for half an hour, just enough time for me to get ready, or so I thought. As a guy 30 minutes would have been more than enough time, but as I threw on some snug fitting jeans, a simple vest crop top and a pair of trainers. While that might not have been overly girly, there was no hiding my curves with outfit, and I was immensely proud of the shape I was in. I looked in the mirror and realised that I couldn’t just go as I was, it didn’t feel right.

I quickly applied some foundation, a little blusher, a flash of eyeliner and some mascara. Nothing too over the top, just a girl meeting her friend at the café. I giggled at the ridiculousness of it, I really had fallen down the rabbit hole further than I realised as I smoothed on a layer of lip-gloss and dropped in in my purse.

Fortunately the weather was great, outside there wasn’t much evidence of the continuing Covid restrictions, hardly anyone in masks. Late spring on a good day in London was a great place to be. With my sunglasses on I strolled down the road, enjoying the warmth on my face and the sounds of a city slowly coming back to life. There were more people out and about, and it felt great for things to be feeling more normal.

As I approached the café I spotted Ellie sat in our window seat and she enthusiastically waved to me. I walked inside and she greeted me with a very warm and tight hug, physical contact with another person had been so alien since this whole thing began, we weren’t technically supposed to be doing that outside of our ‘bubbles’ but as I didn’t have any family nearby we joked that we would be in each other’s with a wry smile.