1. Neighbours - Chapter 50


    Date: 12/29/2023, Categories: Fetish, Author: sissycrissy 

    ... the house around me. The glow of the monitor lit the room.

It was simple enough to set up a new Twitter account, and I scanned through the photos of my session with Brooke where I’d first shown my sissified face. I found one that made me look as pretty as possible, but it still made my heart pound as I uploaded it. The makeup and wig hid my appearance somewhat, but it was still my face being posted in public, sissified. The fear made me tingle and squirm, but there was never any doubt that I would obey this instruction.

Once I had filled out the profile, copying my bio over, I made a little post on the pay site, informing everyone that I had a Twitter profile now. Back on Twitter, I picked one or two photos from some of the first OnlyFans posts and tweeted them out, along with links back to the pay site.

Liam had mentioned getting anyone who had come to the store that day to post and share photos, but I imagined that they might need a bit of encouragement. I started a new Twitter post, linking back to my OnlyFans announcement of working in the store.

“I had such an overwhelming experience at the shop today. If you were able to be there and have photos to share, please tag me in them and add #CrissyInPublic.”

I took a deep breath, read it over one more time, and then posted it.

The house was so quiet that I decided to leave the computer on while I went downstairs to take care of the plug, now that my tasks were done. I slipped downstairs, tugged down my ...
    ... pants, and eased the toy out. It felt so good to finally have that thing out of me, but at the same time, I seemed to miss it immediately. I had been wearing it so long that I felt empty and stretched out without it. I felt how warm the steel plug was as I took the time to wash it and put it away.

Only a few minutes had passed by the time I finished putting everything away and returned upstairs. As before, the house seemed quiet and dark. I returned to my office for one final look at things before turning in. I had intended just a quick look, but when I refreshed the page, I had to sit down.

The Twitter account, less than an hour old, already had hundreds of followers, and the number just kept rising. The tweet that I’d made with the photos was being liked and re-tweeted and quoted, again and again. My face and image, sissified and teased, were spreading across the internet as I watched.

The replies to the hashtag were coming in too. It seemed like at least a few of the men who’d been there had found their way to this account and were sharing their photos. I couldn’t stop looking at them. There were images of me from some distance, as though they were taken from the line, showing me from the side or at an angle where it was very clear what I was doing. Those photos also showed the full display of my sissy outfit. I looked slutty and depraved, but at least I seemed a little bit less recognisable.

The second category of photos were the close-ups, obviously taken by the ...
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