Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch4

It was the morning after the night before, and as I stretched under the bedsheets, a smile spread across my face. Remembering last night’s events, I felt myself stir a little and pressure from the panties I had on adding to the arousal. It has been a while since I had morning wood after a big show, but there was no denying that the more I thought about last night the harder I got.

Dragging myself out of bed and trying my best to not think about how hard I came or how good it felt before I ruined another pair of panties. I reached for my phone and saw a message detailing my package would be arriving soon. The package contained all that lingerie I bought and would hopefully be the key to unlocking a regular income from camming, before it arrived I’d have to make do with what I had, and look to improve my appearance in other ways.

Thinking about it over breakfast I decided I would need to go to one of the bigger shops. One of the supermarkets would be sure to have a makeup isle, with practicing so much the limited items I did have was running out anyway, and I might as well expand the range. If I wanted to emulate the look of my favourite cam girl, I would need to be much bolder with it.

I finished breakfast and started my now daily exercise routine following the DVD. I could already tell that my fitness and flexibility were improving each day and at the end of the session the on screen coach recommended running as a way of enhancing the workouts.

Getting ready I recalled my discomfort the last time I left the flat, I would definitely wear a bra to stop my sensitive nipples chafing, and if I did a little light makeup with the mask on no-one would be any the wiser anyway. After being mistaken for a girl last time it could work in my benefit, allow me to practice being more girly with my movements and be better on cam. I was positive my viewers would approve and the more they did the more tokens I would earn.

I dug through all my clothes, and managed to find some tighter items that were buried at the bottom of the drawers. A simple white round neck t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting dark denim jeans. I think a previous girlfriend had bought them for me when it was all the rage for guys to be in skinny trousers, it was one of the death knells of that relationship as there was no way I would have worn them, but now they might really help present me in the right way.

Pulling the top over my head and down over my chest, the padded bra did a good job of making me look like I had something there, although it wasn’t much. And when I pulled up the jeans I was surprised at how well they fit. They were tight but not uncomfortably so, and very snug around my ass, I did have to re-arrange my junk a little in the panties as the jeans needed to be pulled up quite high to avoid being too misshapen around the crotch.

I applied some simple makeup and mascara, put on my mask and grabbed a bag to leave. I was nervous about stepping out and looking like a girl, but I knew with the mask on it would act as my shield. It hid my face shape and with only made up eyes peeking out over the top, I couldn’t imagine anyone would recognise me, even if they knew me.

The walk to the supermarket was uneventful, I made a conscious effort to walk with a sway to my hips, thinking to myself how I’d seen girls walk and replicating the movements. Standing in the queue outside as they were limiting people being allowed in at one time, I looked in through the window, and there was a small sports section. Obviously as people had taken up more activities during the lockdowns they had a full isle dedicated to it. Recalling the DVD session from this morning I made a note to check for some running gear while I was in there.

Once inside I made a beeline for the beauty section. There was a decent range of items and even though I’d spent countless hours watching YouTube tutorials I realised I didn’t actually know how to pick the best things for me.