Chapter 8.2
I attached the garter straps to the stocking and added the hair piece before pulling on the gloves. They felt incredible on my skin, I’d never felt anything this soft, as I touched my body it immediately fired little jolts of pleasure, it was if they enhanced the smoothness of my skin and they felt so supremely feminine. I stepped in front of the mirror and was both elated and disappointed with my reflection.
From the rear I looked amazing, the ribs in the dress combined with the waist trainer to really suck in my middle and enhance the hourglass figure, my cheeks just peeped out from below the bottom of the dress and the stockings and straps squeezed my legs and ass into an amazing shape. Turning to the front my now raging boner lifted the lace frills of the dress and pulled my attention away from the disappointing part, the chest. This dress was clearly intended for someone with a much larger bust, well any bust. Apart from my now seemingly permanently hard nipples, my chest was flat and it hung emptily. I grabbed some socks and stuffed them in, adding a few more and adjusting the fit I eventually filled the shape out as it was intended. It was quite a high chested dress so you couldn’t really see it was padding, but it could look better for sure.
I then turned my attention to shoes, I knew I didn’t have anything that would match perfectly, but I could at least gauge how high of a heel I should buy to go with it. I pulled out the selection I had and tried one pair after the other, each gave a different appearance to my legs, or felt more comfortable to wear. Once id found a pair I was happy with I set about adding some makeup to match the look. Half an hour later and I settled on the finished article, the bonus of concentrating so hard on eyeliners and mascara was that my cock had gone fully soft, even though as I stood in the mirror a long string of precum dripped from its tip. I gathered it on my finger tip and brought it to my painted lips, it tasted better than ever.
My consideration was then brought back to the cage, now being fully soft I could try it on and after a little bit of trial and error, I brought the top down and with a pop, it clipped into place. I covered it with the panties and flattened down the dress. Once again back by the mirror I was please with my reflection, I felt as good as I looked even if the padding could be done better. My cock stirred from its confinement and I lifted the front of the dress to look. It was strange to see my body like this, the last truly identifiable male attribute was hidden, and it made me look so much more feminine. I quite liked how it looked although not overly comfortable it wasn’t that painful either even if I was only semi erect.
Realising what time it was and that I would need to get a move on to go to the shops, I reluctantly began to undress, by the time I was naked my cock had softened and the cage came undone without issue, I had to wipe off the precum but it was simple enough. However one thing was still not back to its normal state and that was my nipples. They were as erect as ever, and the surrounding area still seemed a little puffy and swollen, maybe I had been too hard on them with the pumps that morning, I suppose I should have read the instructions in-case I had caused some damage.
I found the packaging and read through the guidelines, sure enough it did state that prolonged and excessive use would result in long lasting change if not permeant should use be continued. That said there was also reference to it making the nipples far more sensitive and enhancing arousal and sensation. That was no bad thing in my book as I did love to play with them during my shows. If having a set of super sensitive nipples that could almost bring me to orgasm without any other stimulation was the price to pay then I could live with it.
Putting those thoughts out of my mind I began to get dressed to head out to the high-street with a sizable shopping list of things I felt I needed. Still feeling adventurous I decided to wear something even more form fitting and revealing than my usual t-shirt and jeans. A padded lace bra and a little crop top with some incredibly tight white trousers which made my ass look peachy, adding those comfy heeled boots, my look was complete. My stomach really did look fantastic as a result of my hard work and after a little adjustment to tone down the make-up I’d applied for the French maid outfit I was ready to go.
The days events had filled me with confidence, and as I strode down the street I almost courted the attention of passers-by, I wanted the same desire from the people in the street as those on my broadcasts. A giggle escaped my mouth hidden by the mask as I saw a guy being scolded by his girlfriend for not so subtly checking me out, it was so much fun. The blurred line of my online persona and my regular personality had all but vanished, this was too much fun not to embrace.
I already knew which shop I would hit up to get the cameras, I’d reserved them online before I left so it was just a matter of picking them up on the way home. My first stop was shoes and I headed to a part of the shopping mall that I knew had plenty of ladies’ outfitters, as I turned the corner I was greeted with bright red ‘closing down sale’ letters and my eyes lit up as they had the last time I found a sale, Covid had ruined so many shops but it was an opportunity for me to save some cash and I couldn’t miss it. I could see from the items in the window I would find what I was after.
I made a beeline for the shoe section, I pulled a few from the shelf to look at and in no time had an assistant handing me pairs in my size to try on. With some discounted 80% I wasn’t going to stop at the single black pair that I came in for, I found an elegant yet sexy set of heeled, closed toe but highly polished shoes that would go perfectly with the maid’s outfit. There was a pair of quite frankly ridiculous gloss red knee high heeled boots, that screamed slut, but while I would never, ever wear outside the house would totally be worth it on cam. And another two pairs of comfortable but stylish heels more for regular use, one of which was open toed and matched my current outfit, so well I decided to keep them on.
As I was waiting between trying shoes on I took in the rest of the shop, there were rows of lingerie at the same heavily marked down prices, quite a few of which caught my eye and once I settled on the shoes I went about making some other selections. However there was a problem, with every bra and pantie set I took from the rail which I liked none of the tops were in my size, they were all too big.
I had several sets in my hands and asked the assistant if they had any that would fit me, but sadly as they were sale items they only had what was in the shop, she did however suggest I add some chicken fillets. I looked at her quizzically, and she pointed to an isle just behind me. In it there were these little silicone inserts that you could add to a bra to help fill it out. There was a range of sizes and colours and I found some which seemed to match in tone quite well and would mean I filled out the B sized cups of the lingerie I had chosen. I grabbed a few as I knew the shop might not be open if I tried to come back.
Naturally, with this new possibility I circled back round the shop, grabbing all sorts of items that suddenly would fit properly. I got totally carried away and my basket was now filled to the brim with babydolls, nighties, thongs, bras, nickers, and silk bathrobes, some selected purely for use on cam and others because I just liked the look of them. The crème of the crop was a proper, leather lace up corset. Even discounted it wasn’t cheap, but where else would an opportunity come up to get one that I knew would fit. I loved how the waist trainer felt, and I knew it was helping to give me some shape, this would put that well and truly into the shade. Besides I knew my fans would lose it when they saw me all tightened up.
I had massively overspent, but these items would pay for themselves in no time, especially if I could do two shows a day and the videos continued to be downloaded as they had been. With the new shoes on my feet, the chicken fillets padding out a new bra and weighed down with countless new purchases I left the shop feeling and looking great, so headed to my favourite café to have a little rest and grab a bite to eat.
I checked myself out in the reflection of every shop window I passed. I smiled to myself remembering when I had nervously walked in heels that first time and how at ease I was now. It felt and looked effortless. These heels and trousers combo made my ass look fantastic, and the properly padded bra balanced really well giving a slight jiggle of movement with each step, although part of me already wished I’d gone for slightly bigger inserts.
Suddenly my daydream was knocked away as someone collided with my shoulder, my bags spilling on the floor and both myself and the person who I’d just walked into gasped out loud. In the most British way possible we instantly both began to apologise profusely, she picked up her phone and I gathered my things. As I stood up a familiar hand passed me one of my bags, and my eyes focused on a face framed with bright pink hair.
It was her, the streaming girl. I froze, thankful that the mask was hiding my slack jawed mouth. “Are you OK?” she asked seemingly concerned, as I realised she must have repeated the question a few times. I stammered a reply, blushing intensely. She dusted herself down and checked her phone which she must have dropped. “No harm done” she quipped as we both apologised again, and with that she walked off leaving me still frozen to the spot. After a few paces she looked over her shoulder, smiled and threw me a casual wave.
I could not be more glad for having the mask on, as it covered my astonishment. I was transfixed, and couldn’t help but take in everything about her as she walked off. I felt myself stir and suddenly became aware that I was stood in the busy street and even though I was very well held in, I did not want to get a full on boner right there and then. Hurriedly I made my way to the café, placed my order and took up a chair.
I was still in a state of shock, she was every bit as beautiful up close, and seemingly even nicer than I thought she would be. I don’t know how long I replayed our meeting in my head but when my coffee and cake arrived I realised it must have been some time. Putting the thoughts to one side, I checked my phone to see how my videos had done, obviously being carful not to be overlooked.
There had been a few more subscriptions, and plenty of comments. I beamed to myself knowing that with all the new outfits I now had and the new cameras I was about to buy they would be even happier, which would no doubt bring even more subscribers. I breathed a sigh, this morning had been intense, but so productive. I compared the first time I came to the café, and how much more comfortable I was now, I didn’t have to think about how I spoke to the waiters, or how I ate, I knew that for all intents and purposes no-one would think me as anything other than being a girl. It was somewhat reaffirming to be at ease with the situation, financially this was working out and I had to admit it was fun. Perhaps a little more direct social interaction would be nice, it had been so long since I’d had and in person conversation with someone. Maybe I should try and bump into my cam crush again, although not as literally as just now I laughed to myself.