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Set in the dark days of Covid when the world stopped and society was pushed into lockdown our protagonist was put on furlough with the distinct possibility of being made redundant. Through boredom and desperation in finding an alternative income they started camming but had very little luck lost in a sea of much bigger and better looking guys.

Through a series of gradual developments they progress into low level cross dressing, and eventually move into trans cams where interest and donations start to come in. realising there might be a realistic avenue and enjoying the attention as well as the new found sexual pleasure they invest into it more deeply.

With suggestions from patrons they make lifestyle changes and start getting into shape, as well as taking the time to eat certain foods to improve their semen taste which they begin to genuinely enjoy (after being challenged and paid to try it by their fans). Each progression further into this new lifestyle is rewarded with more intense and enjoyable sexual experiences as well as increasing financial compensation.

The money from camming steadily increases, and they venture out into the real world dressed, with the aid of a face mask their confidence grows, bumping into another creator which they've idolised, Ellie, and forming a friendship. Another acquaintance that they meet on their now frequent runs round the park, personal trainer Marc, becomes a regular contact as they firm up their comfort in being out and about dressed en femme.

Donors to their camming site become more generous but in turn challenge them to go further, life like sex toys, chastity, expensive lingerie and even breastforms combine with regular diet and exercise given them and much more feminine shape and new found confidence. Their online persona leeches into real life, flirting heavily with Marc and eventually hooking up with Ellie. Only to discover that she has been a big fan of them all along.

Their job takes a surprising twist as they make a significant portion of their department redundant, but offer them a promotion to take greater responsibility, the goalposts shifting again as their camming revenue falls short. Given a little time to confirm if they are taking the job or not they are left with the decision to pack in the camming and return to 'normal' life, or go all in.

Struggling to decide they take time off camming but only find their body demands near constant attention, and their genuine love for performing and receiving praise is hard to shift. Ellie is a corrupting influence as they sleep together several times, with her encouragement they are pushed into taking things further with Marc, which culminates in them giving him a blowjob on one of their runs.

Realising that they still cant decide between the reliable and regular income of a normal job in boy mode and a life of camming as a trans woman they decide to treat the last few days as an experiment to see if they genuinely like the lifestyle. One of their biggest and most regular donors sends in a sizable replica dildo of themselves as well as cash rewards for being able to take the mammoth silicone cock.

With a beauty salon trip courtesy of Ellie they admire themselves with greater pride, the final show is a mind blowing experience, they set a new record in revenue and are rewarded with unparalleled pleasure combined with now thousands of adoring fans which they realise they cannot go without.

Emailing their resignation, they make their decision to stay in the camming life, their mind flooded with images of replacing their dildoes with something more lifelike a text is sent to Marc and they agree to meet the following day....

Staring at my phone, I see the little tick going from single to double as the message to Marc is successfully delivered, I have no idea if he's online or when he'll read it but I am mentally willing him to see, to reply, to agree.

A sudden chill comes over me as I snap out of my fixation on the screen, I become aware of my naked body, sweat now cooling, goosebumps raised. Tossing the phone on the bed, I make sure the cameras are stopped and the lights switched off, legs unsteady as I slowly pad my way to the bathroom.

I catch my reflection in the mirror, my makeup is ruined, hair tussled and spoiled. The false breasts hang, still blended but that line no longer as seamless. Cupping my chest I sigh wondering what to do, they really do help push my body shape firmly into the female proportion, but they also aren't me, the weight of them feels nice and they look perfect on my frame, but the lack of sensation takes the edge off.

Stepping into the shower I lament at having to wash my hair again, all that work at the salon was undone by just a few hours. I laughed to myself, thinking how ridiculous that was but also recalling the reveal. The feeling of seeing myself like that, the emotions and tears, I'd never really experienced joy at my own reflection until these last months, not that I hated myself or anything, but I was sure that was just me being horny, and inhabiting a horny girls body was every guys fantasy right?

The shower was cathartic, and I went extra deep with the exfoliation scrub, and skin conditioner, the hot water and a little solvent remover made light work of the prosthetics attached to my chest, and I felt considerable release at being able to soothe my aching nipples which had been starved of attention during my show.

Wrapping a towel round my chest and bundling my hair in another I stood in front of the mirror inspecting my face. The weight id lost had really exposed my bone structure, cheeks seemingly more prominent, and with my eyebrows finely shaped and the limp pluming serum from the salon still in effect I still looked more fem than masc with no makeup.

I applied creams and balms around my eyes, the counter top now brimming with toners, moisturises, lotions and potions I was all too happy to spread on. Dropping the towel I continued treating the rest of my body, I hadn't used the hair removal cream in a while, but I had surprisingly little regrowth, what was there was thin and blonde. For the first time in my life I was thankful of not being particularly hairy, constantly shaving was a chore I wouldn't look forward to, maybe there were some options I could look into to make that more permanent anyway.

Dressing in a simple pair of cotton panties and a sports bra to keep chafing to a minimum, I put on some comfortable leggings and a loose fitting top. Looking at the rest of my guy clothes in the cupboard I decided they could at least be bagged up and put somewhere else, maybe taken to the charity shop.

Sorting through them, the plain generic items, so seemingly devoid of personality, had they really had so little style, had their life been so dull? It was a far cry from the skimpy lace that took their place in the drawers, the idea of replacing boring t-shirts and jeans with summer dresses, the heavy bulky items with harsh fabrics, the male perfumes with something more delicate, lighter, floral even. Recalling the way Ellie smells and how much they would like to smell like that too.

Several bags later, and a whole load of space now available for more clothes and shopping they could see exactly what they did have. some of the trainers could still be used, a pair of converse were totally unisex anyway. But the handful of heels they had looked lost in the shoe rack, the options were expanding the more they realised a new wardrobe would need to be bought.

With a pile for the charity shop stacked by the door, they yawned, hours had passed, they hadn't eaten and it was already very late. Realising they hadn't checked the phone they picked it up from the bed and noted the blinking green light of a new notification. Heart skipping slightly as they saw Marc had replied.

"of course, I don't have a client till midday, so we should have plenty of time. 9 ok for you? Same place as the other day?"

My breath caught, a smile spreading across my face as it suddenly flushed thinking of what I wanted to do to him, or rather, what I wanted him to do to me. Ellies words of corrupting encouragement echoed in my mind, and a tingle ran through my body, already stirring just thinking about what could happen.

"perfect, cant wait 😉, see you at 9. xxx" was all I could bare to reply, my hands now shaking, my panties already starting to stir. I needed something to eat, and I really needed to get some sleep, today had been exhausting both physically and mentally, although I could feel my mind already racing at the possibility of what the morning would bring.

I had a fitful nights sleep, tossing and turning. My dreams were filled with Ellie and Marc, a version of me in the future that wasn't clear at all, hazy and all jumbled up. I awoke with a start, it was just past 7am and as usual my morning wood stubbornly interfering with my ability to move around my flat. I didn't want to waste anything before the run, I wanted to experience it to the fullest.

I sent a text to Ellie, I felt like I should send her a message to say I was meeting Marc again, part of me hoped she would advise against it, that she wanted me for herself. But I also knew she wouldn't be awake for hours, that and knowing her, she was all for me doing anything and everything with him, so long as I gave her all the details. I laughed at the ridiculousness of it, none of which was helping my condition down stairs.

I jumped into a cold shower, to cool myself off as well as make sure I was clean inside and out, ready for Marc. My stomach was fluttering, nerves, excitement and a good dose of fear. But I wanted this, I had to know what it was like, I had to see, I had to find out if Ellie was right and my body craved it, even if mentally I was still a little torn.

I moisturised everywhere, and then realised I should probably prep a little bit, Marc wasn't massive, but I really didn't want my nerves complicating things and being too tense to enjoy it, or even worse, find it very painful. Slipping in my medium sized buttplug it was tough to push in, my hole clamping on it hard. But as it sunk in I felt things relax, I'd switching to the larger one later and remove it and lube a little.

The vison of him sliding into me kept constantly interrupting my morning yoga, I was in a permanent state of semi erectness, dripping all the time. I was going to have to tuck really well, and also convince him that anal was his only option, not that I'd ever heard a guy complain if offered I giggled to myself.

An hour of yoga and a very light breakfast and I finally felt composed and ready, and now I just had to pick an outfit and then I'd be ready. I didn't have a great selection of sportswear, but I picked the cutest pair of shorts I had and a matching sports bra, adding some extra padding. A little light makeup, mainly just blusher and eye liner and mascara. With a sheen of lip gloss I checked my appearance in the mirror.

Hair pulled into a high pony tail, hoops clipped on, I adjusted my bra and pulled what skin I had on my chest to try and form a hint of cleavage, it wasn't much, but it was hopefully enough. The skirt/shorts clung to my cheeks perfectly, the skirt provided some cover but it left just enough visible. I also hoped they would provide a bit more protection in case I made a mess. I couldn't be happier with their fit, I'd tucked myself so well I could barely believe the reflection.

For the first time I could make out a reasonable hint of abs, hardly any fat on my midsection and with all the lunges and squats my ass stood proudly in contrast. A physique I was incredible proud of, it might not have been as curvy as I would like, but it wasn't bad either. Checking the time, I needed to head out. I'd walk to the park instead of take the bus, hoping the fresh air would keep me calm.

As I walked I regretted adding so much lube, I could feel it with each step, but I also wanted this to be a good experience, I knew the first time, fraught with nerves could be painful, but I'd done everything to prepare. I blushed furiously just thinking about what I was walking towards, very much a point of no return in some ways, I wasn't sure I could ever return to my old life once I'd dragged Marc into the woods.

Trying my best to keep moving forwards, my whole body was vibrating with nervous excitement, my heartrate already pounding like I was in a full sprint. As the gates of the park came into view I steadied myself and took control of my breathing, my smart watch showing a corresponding drop in bpm.

Rounding the corner I could already see him waiting, he looked less self-assured than usual, probably like me a little nervous, although unlike me he probably wasn't making any giant leaps of faith, committing to the unknown and embracing a future yet to be played out. I took a deep breath, slow and calm on the way out and said "let's do this" to myself, smiling broadly as I jogged up to him, his face raising from his phone bouncing a smile back.

"Checking we won't be interrupted by any clients this time" I sniped playfully, he fumbled his phone into his pocket. "hi, ye, y, yes. It's on silent too" he stammered back. My stomach fluttered, I wasn't used to being this on edge with him, our usual banter had me always teasing him, knowing he probably wanted something from me, only this time, it was I who wanted something from him, and my mind flashed a vision of our last woodland escapade.

I placed my hand on his chest, lifting it up to his collar and pulled him down towards me. In my mind I was going to whisper something highly suggestive into his ear, something to set him off and keep him all flustered how I liked him. But he misinterpreted my actions and as his eyes met mine I ended up pulling him down to a deep kiss.

Taken aback, I almost flinched but his hands quickly wrapped round my waist pulling me in, and our mouths opened in sync, my hand on his collar slipped up around his neck and to the back of his head and I had to fight hard to suppress a moan. He finally released some pressure on his arms, but I hung there momentarily before realising he was pulling away a little.

As we parted, I felt my breath literally get taken away, it wasn't our first kiss, but it felt so incredibly deep and connected. We both stood, barely parted not saying a word for a few moments before the sound of the park filled my ears and I became aware of my surroundings.

Smiling my hands trailed down and linked with his, uncharacteristically I was struggling to find words, momentarily thinking of going back in for seconds. Id only ever kissed girls before, and I loved that don't get me wrong. But there was something about his height, and the firmness, and the way he pulled me in that was just absent from every time before. it hit different.

"I guess we should actually get some running in, that is what you invited me out for right?" I said with a wry grin and a raised eyebrow. I had to get back into my game, get back to being the cam girl persona, this could get ugly if I didn't maintain myself and I let him lead too much, as nice as that was. My thoughts already getting jumbled in the melee of emotions.

"Yes, I guess we should" he said rather reluctantly, it wasn't entirely lost on me that he might struggle for a decent pace, given the already noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts, "we'll take it easy, I wouldn't want to tire you out to quickly, you need to keep your strength" I laboured, almost bursting into laughter at how much I was laying on the tease. I had no idea where this came from, but seeing him immediately blush made it all worth the slight cringe it caused me.

We set off at a slow steady pace, able to keep having a conversation as we jogged along the main path. The benefit of going at this time of day was fewer people. Unlike the previous time we'd find a quiet space much easier. Although I was keen to lead us back to the clearing, to that tree, and back to where I knew we'd have the most privacy.

Or chat was easy and fun, I couldn't maintain the same level of teasing while running, not least because I could feel the lube I'd put in earlier making things slip a little. That and my own excitement straining against the tuck. I suggested casually the same route as before, and Marc was a little too eager to agree going the same way. I punched his arm, calling him out, accusing him of assuming I'm an easy girl. Of course I had to at least pretend the entire plan was to drag him back there and let myself experience something Ellie had conditioned me to crave.

As we got closer the tension in the air became more apparent, the conversation a little more tricky. My stomach was tumbling but those pulses and knots seemed to be lower down as well, the anticipation was driving me wild and I guessed from the way Marcs running form was off he might have been having a similar problem too.

"I think I could do with a little breather" I panted, "don't suppose you happen to know where there is a nice quiet place we could take a rest, do you?" I failed utterly in hiding my intention, my voice slick with the loaded question, my face writ with a grin that suggested I knew exactly what I was asking.

Marc coughed, and spluttered "I, I think there's that place just through here". "Race you there!" I laughed as I set off in a sprint before id even finished speaking. I leapt through the bushes, the clearing was just up ahead, ducked under some lower branches, but I could hear his footsteps snapping the twigs and sticks just behind me.

As the clearing opened up a little I dashed as fast as I could, but I knew he was right there. "First!" I declared as my hands crashed into the fallen tree, but he was only fractions of sections behind me. Out of breath and breathing hard at each other, his face looked flushed and guilty "you let me win didn't you?" I accused him, trying to look pissed off, but probably not doing a very convincing job.

His eyes flickered up to the right as I could see him trying to come up with an answer, both breathing hard. He opened his mouth to start defending himself, but I raised my finger to his lips, quickly wrapping a hand round his neck and pulled him down and into a deep kiss.

With no-one around us, and only a few woodland animals for company, the ragged breaths from sprinting were quickly replaced by ragged breaths of passion. The sounds of the birds became quiet in my mind, the whispers from Ellie echoing instead. All the things she mentioned, the power, he heat, the intensity coursed through me. My ass was practically tingling, if I hadn't been tucked I would have been hard as I could ever remember, the pressure was both unbearable and delicious in equal measure.

I tried my best to lead the kiss, to dictate our trajectory, I may have been impaired by lust, but I was still terrified of being discovered, and the need to satisfy my ultimate question. Was Ellie right, was a real, hard pulsating cock better than a toy? My hand wrapped around his distended shorts, he groaned in my mouth as I squeezed on his length.

I pulled away, grinning at him, eager to show him how much I enjoyed being in charge. There was no need for words thankfully, as my mind stumbled to find something sultry, or witty to say to tease him more. Somewhat made irrelevant as I now had both hands on his crotch and began lowering myself down, simultaneously pushing him back towards the fallen tree just like before.