My alarm beeped and I arose feeling spritely, as was my little stiffie nestled in its silken enclosure. I’d have a shower and sort it out in there picking up one of my more modest toys on the way to attached to the wall. Stepping under the hot water I soaped and cleaned myself before easing back onto the plug and initiating a steady back and forth over it.
Today was all about embracing the last opportunity, to go out with a bang, and as Ellies words echoed though my conscious, I didn’t reject the idea that the dildo attached to the wall could very easily embody Marc. I didn’t have long in the shower so this was only going to be a quicky, with my nipples encased under a balloon of silicone I had both hands free to play with my cock and balls.
The idea that the toy slipping in and out of my hole as I thrust back on it was a person wasn’t a huge stretch, being able to visually put the image together of Marc from the forest only rose my enthusiasm. I wasn’t going to call his name, but I sure as hell was going to imagine every bump and vain I traced with my tongue was now ploughing in and out of my ass.
Fisting my cock faster and faster my climax arrived with a crash, both hands scooping and collecting every drop of my nectar so as to not waste any. I drank it down, savouring the unique flavour. If I stopped camming there was no reason I should stop taking the supplements, after all it’s not like anyone in the office is going to accuse me of drinking my own cum several times a day.
Popping off the toy, I felt refreshed and fully ready for the day ahead. I had been given instructions not to apply any products other than moisturiser, all the treatments and makeup would be arranged there. With plenty of time I carried out my yoga and morning exercises, lamenting my decision to attach the breasts the night before as the extra weight threw off my balance, A light breakfast and quickly getting dressed I was ready to go.
I met Ellie at the salon and she introduced me to the team, Ellie noted that all the girls there knew about me and while I initially flushed red with embarrassment, and scolded her for telling everyone my secret, she said it was essential so that they could get all the treatments right. We sat with the head stylist who talked through all the possible procedures they could do. They went from the more traditional scrubs and masks to full on fillers and Botox in far more depth than the place I’d visited before.
With Ellies help we picked out the ones that would make the biggest impact, with nothing being too permeant, the only exception was a lip treatment which was like the ones I used at home, only a bit stronger with the effects lasting up to a week which was fine.
For the next 4 hours I was primped, pumped and polished to within an inch of my life, my hair was dyed, cut, and styled and as I sat at the makeup table I wondered what the end result was going to be like. They had kept me facing away from the mirrors the whole time, but judging by the look on Ellie’s face and the fact she kept biting her lip in the most adorable way, I was looking pretty hot.
Finally the big reveal. My chair was turned and my eyes adjusted to the bright lights surrounding the mirror. “Oh My God!” I exclaimed. I always thought I did a pretty reasonable job of my own makeup, but this along with the hair, my false lashes and everything else was on another level. It was perhaps a bit much for a lunchtime stroll down the high-street, but looking like this on a night out would see me the centre of attention.
Ellie was visibly swooning, her hands clasped to her chest, the other girls who had worked on me all congratulated my results, their expertise had really taken me to another level, if this really was a last ditch do or die effort, then there was no more I could do. I looked perfect.
It took me a good while to stop looking at my reflection, the girl looking back at me was so far from the person I was not too many months ago, those undeniable male physical traits in my face professionally softened and made to look less obvious in a way that I’d never achieved before. I was a little sad that I might not look like this again, but at the same time I knew I was giving it my all for this all important performance.
Ellie hugged me from behind, beaming at the salons handywork, and whispering entirely inappropriate things into my ear. I could feel myself swell and berated her for triggering me so easily, standing, she moved round to face me and we embraced, still looking in the mirror over her shoulder I felt my eyes tear up. As I sniffed Ellie pulled back and immediately dabbed my eyes to prevent me ruining my makeup.
“You look perfect” she smiled and I had to hold my breath to stop the tears flowing, “I don’t know what to say, it’s all just too much, I …” and I promptly burst out crying, so much has been building up to now, the pressure of the journey and the significance of the decision I had yet to make came pouring out of me.
I blabbed and bawled for maybe 5 minutes, Ellie trying to console me, the girls in the salon fretting that I was undoing all their work, and eventually I gathered myself enough to stop. I’d made a complete mess of my face, and they were less than impressed with me. I began to apologise profusely but could feel myself star to go again. Calming down and sitting back in the chair, they reworked the areas I’d ruined and not long after I looked great again bar the now slightly red and puffy eyes.
Taking time to thank them all, with Ellie by my side I eventually left, makeup intact and a bag of supplies which they’d put together for me. Out on the street we walked a little, I felt so different, without a mask or sunglasses on I was all out there for everyone to see and judge. But rather than be self-conscious about it, I felt empowered and emboldened, especially with Ellie so close.
We stopped outside the café, where she told me she had to go. I was sad but knew this was a step I would need to take alone, we looked at ourselves in the reflection of the café, she leant her head on my shoulder and said how proud she was of me, and I thanked her for all her support, and everything else, with a wink. We laughed and she held my face, planting a very delicate kiss on my lips. “Whatever decision you make, we’re still meeting up for a coffee, you got that?” I nodded and kissed her back, lingering a little longer this time.
“Don’t start that again, you’ll make me late” her face a little flushed as we parted, I blew her a kiss and she smiled back at me. That little flutter of pride rippling through me as I acknowledged the power I still had over her, it would never get old. I looked to the window again, I was on my own, but rather than feel unsure, I had a surge of positivity. I still didn’t know what the outcome would be, it really was up to the show and the fans, but I felt confident by the end of it, I would know for certain which direction I would take.
Walking home I took my time. I made a point of placing my feet with each stride, of practicing all those movements I had rehearsed time and time again since this whole thing began. Knowing how good I looked and seeking out anyone who would notice, I bristled with good vibes each time I caught someone’s eye. The double takes from guys walking with their girlfriends and their judgemental glares. I felt like I drew more energy each time it happened.
Returning to the flat, I had no reservations or nerves, I just wanted to put on the best show, to give it my all, and to know that no matter the outcome, I had taken the most out of this opportunity. I placed my bags down, and set about organising my space. I remade the bed, adjusted the lighting and cameras, cleaned and set up all my toys and props and finessed the backdrop.
It was all set, and with only a few hours until showtime I began preparing. With my makeup all done it was just a case of re-applying the lipstick, maybe a little touch-up here and there, but the main work would be in my outfit, and seamlessly blending in my false breasts.
I did some easy stretches to make sure I was as limber as possible, the restriction of the additional breast forms grew easier as I worked through my routine and by the end of it I felt like my balance had somewhat adjusted and they felt much more part of me than when id used them previously.
I ate a light meal while I checked what I wanted to wear, having already made my choices I fussed around ensuring they were perfect. Before slowly slipping myself into them. The thong was a favourite, lacey and only just contained my limp dick which instantly began to rise as I adjusted the straps and felt it settle into place. Next I rolled up the stockings, they were so silky and soft, it felt sublime to stretch and pull them all the way up. The matching suspender belt was quite wide, but aided the illusion of my waist being narrow and naturally framed my crotch and ass perfectly.
The top finished off the 3-piece, a little larger than my usual, but having to contain the silicone mounds it needed more support. But the little openings at the front allowed the fake nipples to extend through and covered enough to ensure they looked as real as possible. I also had a pair of gloves which would have to wait until just before the show. There was something unspeakably sensual about wearing them along with everything else, they heightened every touch and given that I was already leaking precum, I would need to dial down the horniness until the show began.
Adding a pair of my finest and highest heels I gave myself the once over standing in-front of the full length mirror. I flushed as I took in my reflection, I had done so much better than I ever imagined, I was by no means perfect, there were some male traits which would be impossible to hide without surgery. But I looked damn good, and more than anything I felt ready to see this to its conclusion.
With a deep breath I logged into the computer and greeted my fans as they joined, there was a real sense of occasion, nearly every one of them commented on how I looked and it was all positive, my well blended false breasts even fooling them too. We chatted and joked for a while, I teased and picked on the regulars in a way that I always enjoyed. The power of being a tease, and knowing the effect I had on them really was addictive.
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