Camming Down the Rabbit Hole

I was jolted out of my sleep by the phone on my bedside table vibrating, bleary eyed I picked it up and saw a message from the couriers that a package would be delivered today around 4pm. The realisation that this was the package I had been waiting for and I could finally wear something else in my shows, the tiredness was shaken from my mind and replaced by excitement, today was going to be a good day.

Bounding out of bed and starting my now usual morning routine I followed my exercise DVD, noting each time I felt a little more able to stretch further, hold the pose for longer or add a few more reps. I finished out of breath but still buzzing with energy and decided today was as good as any to finally go out for a run, nothing too long, just a lap of the local park maybe, no more than a few kilometers.

Pulling out my recently purchased running gear I slipped on each piece one by one. Having worn bras nearly every day for the last month or so it didn’t feel as strange as I thought it would. If anything it felt reassuringly comfortable, the padding in the sports bra gave the illusion of very small breasts, and the snugness of the yoga/running leggings added to the sensation. Checking myself in the mirror I realised that I would need to tie up my hair, and find a way of disguising the small bulge between my legs.

For the first time ever I was thankful that when soft my penis didn’t stick out much, with a bit of rearranging I managed to smooth it out whilst still being comfortable and not restricting any movement. With my outfit looking not too bad, it drew attention to my face, which without makeup didn’t look great and as I would be running without a mask, my usual shield would be absent. I kept it simple with just a little mascara and eyeliner, some light blusher and tinted lipbalm. I couldn’t risk looking a mess if I got too sweaty, and it was just enough to finish the look. Not the full effect I was used to for my shows, but fine for a quick jog round the park. Although with my hair up like this some little studs in my ears would really help too, but maybe that was for another time.

Phone in hand, earbuds playing suitable running tunes, I opened the door and headed off out. I hadn’t left the house many times dressed as a girl, and never as exposed as this, but the music playing kept my mind focused as I began to run down the pavement. The early morning sun felt great and the air felt fresh and crisp, it was so nice to be out with so few people around, the occasional dog walker minding their own business didn’t draw any attention. With a steady pace I made it to the park feeling really good, my legs weren’t burning yet and I wasn’t even too out of breath.

Entering the park I joined the outer path, looking around I could see a few other people out for their daily exercise; runners, walkers and a handful of cyclists, it was thankfully not busy and I just concentrated on keeping my pace steady. I made a full loop and felt like I could do another so I continued, the running gear was really very comfortable, and I felt at ease in these clothes. As I made my way along the last length of the park I could hear jogging steps approaching from behind and feeling over confident I decided to push this last section.

Despite my extra pace the footsteps were closing in and I was now really pushing it, breathing hard and sweating, as I approached a bench I felt a twinge in my calf, and each stride brought an increasing spike of pain. Levelling with the bench I had to stop, with a limp I leant against the back of it to try and stretch it out, the person who had been following me stopped on the other side of the bench and asked if I was OK.

Looking up I saw a guy, maybe mid to late 20s, in a running vest and shorts and in decent shape. A bit flustered I replied “no, I’m fine thanks, just a little cramp”. He smiled, introduced himself as Marc a personal trainer and physiotherapist at the local gym and continued to talk about what injury I might have done and how to treat and prevent it. I carried on stretching without really listening too much and when I looked back up he had this goofy expression on his face, and I swear he was checking me out. He insisted that if the pain carried on I should get in touch as he handed me a business card. Taking the card and standing upright I could see him scan down my body and then back up and when his eyes met mine he visibly blushed, somewhat stuttering as he said he needed to get back to the gym.

I watched him move away as he continued on his run, I was a little taken back, not just because he had clearly been checking me out but with the business card in my hand, it felt like he’d kind of asked me out too. And then there was this over confident guy who got all flustered when he realised I had caught him looking at my body. I had never had that effect on anyone before, certainly never in my guy clothes, I mean, I guess my viewers might feel like that, but that was so abstracted, they weren’t right in-front of me.

I felt a strange rush of pride, all my hard work over the last months had paid off, I didn’t have all my makeup on and my clothes could have been more flattering, yet I still had that effect on someone else. The more I thought about it the more energised I felt, today really was going to be a great day once that delivery arrived, I felt more confident than ever before.

I shook my leg a little and it didn’t feel too uncomfortable, I started walking before resuming a much steadier job with only the tiniest bit of discomfort. By the time I got to the exit of the park the cramp had eased completely and I was able to run all the way back home.

Entering my flat I peeled out of the sports bra and leggings and hopped straight into the shower, I had worked up quite a sweat, and was still buzzing from the run and the encounter with Marc. As I soaped up my body I took stock of how much it had changed, the exercises had really shaped my waist and legs, and given me a nicely toned midriff. My soaped up hands running up and down my body felt great, as my mind drifted to the outfits about to arrive.

There was so much riding on this next phase of shows. I wasn’t far off making enough money to not have to worry about getting my job back. But it was the consistency that needed improving, so I wasn’t only relying on a few shows and contributors. The thought of the new lingerie and doing a show dressed in something sexy immediately engorged my cock and my hand began to idly rub. I thought back to my jogging encounter, and wondered if like my cam show viewers, Marc was now back at his gym shower, stroking himself thinking of my body. It was oddly satisfying to think I could have that effect on someone in the real world not just online.

I reluctantly snapped my mind out of the daydream as today I wanted to be in perfect condition to make the most of my new arrivals. Showered and washed, hair removal cream applied and removed, fully moisturised and smooth I set about blow drying my hair. I had really improved my beauty regime, and it was starting to become much less of a task, which gave me time and energy to try out some of the more challenging items.

I started with the lip plumping gloss, reading the packaging it mentioned they might tingle and sting, and that the effect should last a couple of hours, unless reapplied. Which was perfect as I could decide if it was worth it before the show and then make a decision to carry on using it or not. The colour was a vibrant pink, I really hadn’t thought about that when I bought it, but applying it to my lips following another YouTube tutorial it almost immediately started to feel like it was working. It wasn’t painful but it was a little uncomfortable for maybe five minutes before it settled down, and although I couldn’t be totally sure, my lips did look slightly puffy compared to normal and a little fuller, but it was only a slight change and nothing drastic.

I applied the rest of my face make-up, keeping it simple as I wanted to draw more attention to the new outfit, before adding the fake lashed which went on much easier too. Next up were the stick on nails. They weren’t over the top. Barely much longer than my natural nails which had already grown out a bit, but they were more elegant with what I learnt was a French tip finish. As the glue dried I held them out and admired at my handy work. My reflection looked great, quite natural and not too over the top but I wanted to see if the lip gloss would do much more with another application so I smoothed on another layer, a little heavier than the last time and much the same as before I felt that tingle as I walked over to the kitchen to get myself a drink.

As I poured the glass of water I realised I couldn’t drink before the lip gloss had a chance to try. And then I dawned on me that I would have to get dressed for the delivery as I couldn’t really answer it in my bath towel. The lip gloss was really starting to sting now, much more than the first time and going back to the mirror I could tell this second coat had really done something. It wasn’t like they had been inflated with fillers or anything, but there was no mistaking them now. Looking back at myself they were full and seemed to naturally pout a bit and it really enhanced my features, I was really happy with my work.

Pulling out my only decent set of girl clothes I put them on, careful not to mess up my work, and settled in to watch some TV. I had a few hours to kill before the delivery arrived so there wasn’t much else to do. Flicking through the programs struggling to find something worth watching, I channel hopped inevitably arriving at the shopping channels, the only time I had come across these before was after falling asleep watching a film and waking up in the middle of the night to find the channel I had been on turned into late night shopping.

It wasn’t that interesting, just some homewares and then random bits of clothes and jewelry, not that I had much interest in them. It did however make me think that I should probably increase my range of outfits to go out as a girl, since I only had the clothes I was wearing now and I couldn’t really keep going to the shops in the same items. I hopped on the computer and entered a search, in no time I had a basket full of items, mainly casual things, but all much better fitting. A selection of tops in all sorts of different shapes and colours, quite a few pairs of jeans, even some quite girly shorts, a few different sets of night clothes and to be as comfortable as possible a few sets of plain but form enhancing underwear, padded bras, lycra thongs that weren’t too stringy and a few other bits and pieces, all set for priority shipping that would arrive in a day or so.

I hadn’t noticed how long I had spent shopping until the doorbell rang and I knew immediately that my wait was over. Jumping up to answer the door I was greeted by a deliver man holding a sizable box. I beamed a grin knowing what had arrived and from behind his mask I could see his eyes wrinkle in a smile, “you must have been waiting for this, I don’t think anyone has answered the door as quickly all day” he said, “oh yes, I’ve been waiting for this to arrive for some time”. He passed me the parcel and wished me a good day as I closed the door and dashed over to my bedroom.

I ripped open the box, and in it contained package after package of the things I had bought. I arranged them all out on the bed. I had forgotten how many I had ordered, and in so many styles, some strappy ones all the way up to the corset/basque I’d added at the last minute. Holding that to my body I knew then that I had to save this one for the big show at the end of the week. I didn’t need to put it on to know how good I would look in it.