How I Became Me - Sex Stories

How I Became Me

... that’s what you call someone who sells sex for money isn’t it? I started slowly. I lined the camera up and sat there drinking a glass of red wine trying my best to look like someone you might buy a drink. Someone you might want to ravage. When my first visitor arrived I wasn’t sure what to do. I greeted him and he started complimenting me how sexy I looked. All I could do was thank him. He said that he couldn’t believe I was a guy, would I like to prove it. I had noticed that the number of viewers was going up. The wine was taking over so I proved that I was really a guy by lifting up the dress and pulling aside my panties. Within a few minutes there was little doubt that underneath the dress I was not a girl. The number of viewers was going up quite quickly and the wine started to take effect. My viewer numbers were shooting up as I opened my legs wider and started to enjoy myself. The comments were getting more and more lewd and were getting me horny. I started the evening pretending to be a lady, now here I was reading comments from guys telling me they’d like to have their lips around my girly cock. Comments telling me I was a whore who should be sucking their cocks. Would I like to be fucked by their huge shafts? I didn’t have time to respond to the messages. After reading each message I got more excited. Before I knew what was happening I was stroking my cock and knew I was going to cum. I laid back and stroked quicker and harder. Soon my cum was shooting out of my ...

... balls and spraying all over my little black dress. Those viewers had turned me in to a sissy slut and I loved it! When I got my breath back and realised what I had just done, I noticed that I had over five hundred viewers and they’d paid me over a hundred pounds. I was now officially a sissy whore and I knew I’d be putting on another show, very soon. Was this the perfect job? I got to dress up in sexy clothes. I worked from home. I got to cum whilst men did their best to turn me on. And I got paid for it! When Macy and July returned home that night I told them the good news that I had a job. Of course I didn’t tell them that I was dressing up for strangers on-line, showing them my cock whilst they talked dirty to me. I told them I was working at one of the local take-away restaurants. They knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do but were proud that I’d taken any job I could find to help out. As they thought I was on minimum wage, I had to hide the extra money I was now making on a nightly basis. I spent some of the money on buying sexier and sluttier clothes which I considered to be an investment – the sluttiest the dressed, the more money I made. One day I was wondering what I could do with the money and I had a life changing brain wave. If I invested some of the money on me I could make even more money, so I looked on the internet and found myself a plastic surgeon who would work on enhancing by breasts. On almost every show I would get a comment about how much better I would look ...