Ethan To Evie Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

The next afternoon he stood in front of his mirror, hands shaking as he applied the makeup Master had demanded he wear for this task. He applied a heavy amount of eyeliner, thick mascara, glossy pink lips. It took him some work to get the details just right.

He pulled on the newly purchased blonde wig, and kept adjusting it until it looked natural. That took longer than he wanted. Then he slipped into the short pink skirt and the white crop top that said “slut” in bold sparkly letters. The high heels made him wobble at first but he practiced for awhile until he wasn't falling in them.

The plug was already back inside him, the cage locked tight beneath the panties. He looked at his reflection and felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He looked like a girl. A cheap, tramped up one, but still a girl.

Then Ethan drove to the adult video store with the ring light and camera in his bag.

He sat in the parking lot for almost twenty minutes, hands shaking on the steering wheel. He told himself he could still turn around. He told himself he didn’t have to do this.

Then he thought about Lila opening that email.

He got out of the car and walked inside.

The store was dimly lit and smelled of stale air and disinfectant. A bored clerk barely looked up. Ethan quickly found booth 7, locking the door behind him, and set up the camera and ring light with trembling fingers. He was fully feminine as he was going to look in the beginner makeup, the blonde wig, the short skirt. The cage locked tight, and the plug still inside him.

Master’s instruction had come through the Session app overnight.

“Don't take too long. Don't fuck around. If you don't send me a video by 7pm tonight with what you are being paid to do, everyone you know will get all the photos of your recent adventures".

He knew there was no pleading. And he needed the money he reminded himself. Without any further waiting Ethan hit record and the red light blinked on.

He pulled his plug out with a wet sound and set it aside. Then he knelt on the dirty floor. A moment later the first cock slid through the large cutout in the wall. The cock was thick, veined, already hard, the head dark and glistening.

A man’s voice came through the wall. Low and rough. It was an older, more gravelly sounding voice. “Look at you… pretty little thing. Open that mouth for me.” Ethan froze. The voice called him “pretty.” The man thought he was a girl.

The realization hit him hard. This was the first time he'd ever been out in public fully made up as a woman. He hadn't had any real time to think about it. And the first person to see him like this thought he was actually a girl.

He didn't know what to do with that thought. Before it had only been a fantasy, but now there was evidence that he was no man. His stomach lurched at that. He almost stood up and ran. Then a sequence of events he saw play out in his mind where his photos were sent to his friends and family, and Ethan being publicly shamed as a really kinky freak. If he could avoid that by doing this, he would. It was just a means to an end so he could both make rent and not be outed.