“That’s why her show is so popular—because she does impossible things. And she’s sexy. My God, she’s sexy. I can’t believe you live with Missy Bunny.”
“Missy Bunny?” Charlie said. His lips suddenly felt dry, but not as dry as his throat. He took a long sip from his beer. It had been many years since he’d had a beer before noon.
“That’s her screen name. What did you say her name was? Sally?”
“Susie,” Charlie said.
He laughed. “Missy Bunny’s real name is Susie, huh? That’s wild. I can’t believe this.”
Charlie’s friend took off the next morning, off to see another band in another town, off to sleep on another friend’s couch. But once he was gone, things didn’t go back to normal. Now, Charlie had a nagging curiosity tingling inside of him. Whenever Susie was home and in her bedroom, he would go into his room and then into his closet, which shared a wall with Susie’s bedroom. Then he would press his ear to the wall and listen. Occasionally, he could hear a little ding, or a very soft moan. The walls were well insulated, even the interior walls. Charlie had them insulated after he bought the place and before he put up his roommate-wanted ad.
It was only a couple of days before he had the idea to look up ‘Missy Bunny’ online. He tried searching it on Google, but no results came up. So then he tried searching through long lists of cam whore listings. It was an hour into his hunt when an ad popped up for a popular cam whore website, and in the corner of the ad was a familiar face: a face that looked an awful lot like Susie’s face. Charlie clicked it, waited for the stream to load, and then he felt his joints freeze as he saw Susie’s baby blue bedroom.
Susie was sitting on her bed, facing her camera, which must have been up on her dresser. She was wearing a skimpy little pink satin slip and pink bunny ears. She was doing nothing but smiling into the camera at first, and then she leaned forward and started typing something on a wireless keyboard. That’s when Charlie noticed the chat window on the right of his screen. “Awe, thanks love,” said MissyBunny69. Before that, a user had written, “You’re so fucking sexy. I want to plug your asshole with my giant cock.” And there were thousands of lines of perverted text before that line.
Charlie wasn’t able to look away, even though he knew he was invading on Susie’s privacy. He was shocked. He couldn’t believe that it was true: Susie really was a cam whore.
She leaned forward to type again. “I’m feeling horny. Anyone want to pay for a private show?”
Charlie’s hands were trembling. He took a deep breath and then he typed out a message. “How much?” he asked.
“Thirty dollars,” she replied quickly. “And you get everything.”
“Okay. I’ll pay,” he said. And then suddenly, he was transferred over to a new chat room, and in this new chat room his anonymous username was alone with MissyBunny69. He had to quickly activate his PayPal account so that the money would transfer over. His heart was pounding so loud; he was worried Susie would hear it in the next room over.
He didn’t actually want to be paying for a private show. Cam whores did nothing for him. He always thought they were a giant waste of money—just like any porn with a price. There were literally millions of free porn videos online—why would someone pay? But Charlie knew that paying was the only way to see what his roommate was doing in his apartment.
Once the money was successfully transferred, the show started. Susie got up and went over to her nightstand. She pulled out a long carrot and then brought it over to the bed. She sucked on it while staring into the camera lens, and then she rubbed it over her satin-clad pussy. “You like that?” she asked. Charlie lunged forward and hit mute on his computer. Then he typed out a message, “Sorry, I have no volume.”
So she leaned forward and typed out, “Just watch then, and enjoy.”
She kept rubbing that carrot on her pussy. It was only a few seconds before she pushed the carrot down the front of her satin panties and started rubbing it on her barely covered flesh. She leaned her head back and her lips parted. With her free hand, she slipped the straps of her slip over her shoulders. The little number fell down, exposing her small, perky tits.
Charlie gasped. He looked away at first, feeling like he was doing something terribly naughty (and maybe he was), but then he looked back at the screen. He did pay her, didn’t he? Was it so wrong to look? Her tits truly were terrific. Her whole body was magnificent. She rubbed that carrot on her nipples until they were perky and hard. Then she leaned back and slipped her panties down, exposing her plump, juicy pussy.
A minute later, that carrot was deep in her snatch. She plunged it down quickly, fucking herself while her lips parted and her head tilted back. Charlie went over to his closet and put his ear to the wall. He could hear her moaning gently. He wondered if it was genuine, or if she was just very good at faking it because that was technically her job.
He went back to his monitor. She was laying back now, putting her knees up against her chest, exposing her tiny, bleached butthole. She took the tip of her wet carrot and pressed it against the hole while smiling into the camera lens. Then that carrot went inside of her with seemingly no effort. Charlie heard a slight gasp—or maybe it was just the walls settling. She used the green leaves of the carrot to pull it back out from her body, and then she plunged it down again. It was strangely mesmerizing. She was fucking her own asshole faster and faster and faster, and then suddenly, a gush of fluid poured out from her pussy.
Charlie gasped and then covered his mouth, worried his roommate would hear him. He was in a complete state of disbelief. His roommate truly was a cam whore who did terribly naughty things for strangers to watch. And she was probably making a lot of money too—the show only lasted ten minutes, and then she was done, back in the main chat room with nearly a thousand other men. It was only five minutes before she was paid again for another private show—and during that five minute intermission, men were sending her tips: a buck, two bucks, five bucks. One guy even tipped her twenty bucks. Charlie couldn’t believe it. He could have nearly bought himself a private show for twenty bucks.
No wonder she was always travelling! She was probably rich. She was only paying six hundred bucks a month for rent, and she was easily making that in a single night. Meanwhile, Charlie was struggling to pay all of his bills and he had to work ten hours every day.
The next day, Charlie navigated back to that cam whore website an hour after Susie left the house. He found her stream and saw the impressive set that she apparently normally worked on. It was a large pink room filled with stuffed animals and sex toys. Her daytime audience was massive: twelve thousand people watching, all waiting for their chance to get a private show. But even the public show was something to behold. She still showed her tits and rubbed her pussy. But what really got people going was when she got onto her knees, turned her back to the camera, and wiggled her cotton tail. The chat stream went wild every time she did it, and then a flood of tips would pour into her bank account.
Charlie couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
CHAPTER II
MissyBunny69 went offline after just two hours, but Susie didn’t come home right away. Charlie had no idea what she was doing out. She certainly wasn’t going off to work—she didn’t need to work. Charlie had done the math: she was making over two grand a day. Maybe she was in school. Charlie asked her when she moved in if she was a student, and she said no, but what else was she doing with that kind of scratch? Was she out doing drugs? Or was she out making even more money as a real prostitute.
Charlie was tempted to search through the local escort listings, but he had no idea where to even find the local escort listings.
It was the next day, while Susie was doing her daily show in her big pink room, when Charlie decided to sneak into her baby blue bedroom and snoop around. He had no idea what he was looking for or even why he was looking for it, but he felt compelled. The curiosity just wasn’t going away; it had only grown stronger since his friend tol
d him about her secret profession.
He saw the webcam mounted on her dresser. He crept up to it carefully from the side, to make sure it was switched off before stepping in front of it. He opened up her top drawer and immediately found tons of lingerie. Each door was filled with lingerie. So where did she keep her actual clothes? He found a few items of normal clothing in her closet.
In one of her nightstands, he found bottles of lubricant. In the other, he found sex toys. He even found that carrot from the private show. It was rubber, but it certainly looked real on camera. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it, though he wasn’t sure why. It smelled like a combination of pussy and asshole, which shouldn’t have been a surprise.
And then he kept searching around, still not sure what he was looking for. Under her bed, he found a large stack of money: easily ten thousand dollars. He was tempted to skim a few bills off the top, but he resisted the urge, even though he didn’t have enough money to pay for all of his bills that month. He wasn’t going to become a thief. He already felt guilty enough, snooping around in her room.
In her closet, he found a selection of wigs. He found bunny ears and cotton tails, and then he found a large box filled with costume jewellery. He found makeup and nail polish and perfume and plenty of props that she probably used on special occasions. He even found a baseball bat, which also smelled like pussy and asshole. He wondered if it was the same one his friend was talking about.
Charlie made sure to put everything back exactly where he’d found it, so that Susie wouldn’t know that he’d been snooping. Her room wasn’t terribly tidy to begin with, so he wasn’t too worried that she would be suspicious, but he wasn’t about to take any chances. He closed her door and then he went back to his own room where her show was still playing. Now, she was massaging her nipples between her thumbs and pointer fingers, making them hard and earning a torrent of tips. Charlie even saw one guy tip fifty bucks. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.
With tips like that, she didn’t even need to do private shows. All she had to do was sit there and blow kisses at the camera, occasionally shaking her tush, and that was enough to make her rich. Why wasn’t every girl doing this? Susie was cute, but she wasn’t the Queen of the Babes. Even all dolled up, she wasn’t exactly a young Kate Moss.
Charlie put his computer away after clearing his browser history. He took a deep breath and then told himself that he was done with the snooping, and done watching his roommate strip and pleasure herself on camera. He liked things the way they were before he started invading her privacy. He liked that his roommate was hardly a ghost who paid rent on time and hardly ever made a peep. But ignoring the thought of her was easier said than done. It was only a few hours later when Charlie found himself feeling curious once again, wondering how long it took her to build up her audience, or if it was just an overnight thing. He found himself on his computer once again, looking at other cam whore streams. They all had at least hundreds of viewers and they were all making some decent money in tips and private shows.
There were even men doing shows—though they weren’t making as much money, or course. Charlie jokingly toyed with the idea of putting himself on camera, just to see if he could make a few bucks—even just enough for beer money. But he knew he couldn’t compete with the guys who had cams. They were all ripped with big cocks and handsome smiles. Charlie was far from ripped. He wasn’t fat or even chubby, though some of his friends called him ‘skinny fat’ because his body was like a twig yet he was still soft—kind of like a woman’s body, though no one goes around calling women ‘skinny fat’.
Half of the cam whores weren’t even showing their faces, which Charlie thought was funny, because they all had very distinctive tattoos. If their friends were online looking through cam models, those tattoos were surely giving them away, regardless of whether their faces were on screen or not. But even the girls who hid their faces were still making good money.
Charlie laughed as a silly idea crossed his mind. Maybe he could shave and put on Susie’s lingerie and keep the camera aimed below his neck. He could probably pass as a woman—maybe not the most flattering woman, but probably enough to get a few bucks for beer money. He had a good chuckle, and then the idea suddenly didn’t seem so funny. In reality, what was stopping him? He had an old web cam and a razor and access to slutty outfits, so was it really such a crazy idea? He pushed the idea away and laughed, though now his heart was pounding strangely fast. It was just a silly idea, right?
CHAPTER III
Charlie forgot all about his crazy, nonsense idea of pretending to be a woman for a cam show. How could anyone cling onto such an absurd idea? He went on with his day and then he went on with his night. Susie came home around 8:00 PM. She made herself a quick dinner in the kitchen. “How was your day?” Charlie asked her—a question he asked her most nights she was home.
“It was good,” she said with a nice smile. “How was your day?”
“Just fine,” said Charlie. Though he had to force his smile as he tried to hide his red cheeks. When she went into her room, Charlie found himself exhaling as if he’d been holding his breath. It was obvious that things weren’t going to be going back to the way they were. He would never be able to look at her without that teasing curiosity burning inside of him. Every time he heard a wall groan, he would think it was her, doing one of her shows. But what did it matter? Was she not allowed to do sexy stuff on camera? It didn’t affect Charlie, so why did he suddenly care?
Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe he hated the thought that she was making more than he made in an hour in a single minute. Maybe it was that stack of cash he found under her bed. He laughed: and women think they have it worse than men. Charlie knew guys who went to school for twelve years to become doctors—even they weren’t making the kind of money Susie was making.
But he tried to push all of those thoughts out from his head as he went to sleep. He put a pair of headphones on, so he wouldn’t be tormented by the sound of the old walls groaning and settling. He even took a sleeping pill because his racing mind wouldn’t let him fall asleep. And it still took a few hours to finally fall asleep.
So he was tired when he woke up and groggy as he made his way over to take a shower before work. Susie was already gone for the day, her shoes missing from the front step, so Charlie was free to shower for as long as he wanted in that one-bathroom apartment. He ran the water hot and revelled in the feeling of it running down his tired body. And then he saw Susie’s pink razor sitting on the edge of the tub. He reached down and picked it up, spinning it around while looking at it. It was a fancy razor, and it probably wasn’t cheap, not that Susie cared. It probably wasn’t even worth pennies in Susie’s very wealthy eyes.
He looked down at his legs and tried to decide if they could possibly pass as women’s legs on a web cam. They certainly wouldn’t pass covered in hair—but would they pass hairless? Charlie was suddenly curious. He held that razor in his hand and wondered how long the hair would take to grow back if he shaved it off. There were still a few months before summertime—lots of time before shorts season. Plus, Charlie had never been much of a shorts guy to begin with. So just to satisfy a curiosity he knew wouldn’t go away, he reached down and started to shave away the hair from his legs. He watched the little dark hairs clump together and then swirl down the drains. He had no intention of shaving around his cock, but it looked awfully strange once he had smooth legs, so he ended up shaving everything—even his armpits and arms, which weren’t terribly hairy to begin with.
He put the razor down and then his heart skipped a beat. Did he really just do that? Did he really just spend fifteen minutes making himself hairless and smooth like a woman? He looked strange, kind of like a child—though his cock looked bigger than normal. He lifted his shaft up and looked at it. He hardly recognized it. This new look would take some getting used to.
He got out from the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. His body looked completely different. It was shiny
and smooth and strangely pale—but also surprisingly feminine, as long as he was holding a hand out to block his own view of his face. He tried doing a few little poses, pretending to be a model, and then he made himself laugh. Though that laugh came with fluttering butterflies, because he was simultaneously realizing that he had the body of a woman.
Though his shoulders were a bit broader than the average woman. And his hips weren’t quite as wide. And then, of course, he didn’t have the tits of a woman—though Susie hardly had tits herself. And the shoulders and hips could have easily been aided by the right outfit. His heart fluttered again. He poked his head out from the bathroom and made sure that Susie’s shoes really were missing. He crept up to her room and pushed her door open. He looked at her empty room and then he ran over to his laptop in his own room. He quickly navigated over to the webcam of MissyBunny69 and saw that her show was just staring, in that large pink room, wherever it was. So he knew he was safe to explore his slutty roommate’s belongings.
He went into her room and started darting through her drawers. His heart was pounding hard and fast. He knew he was doing something wrong and stupid, but he knew the curiosity wouldn’t subside until he indulged. He found a pink satin slip with white cotton embellishments. He held it up to his body and felt his face becoming terribly hot. He’d never put on women’s clothing before—he’d never even considered it until that moment. But he’d gone and shaved his legs, so why not go all the way?
He stepped into the soft, light garment, and then he pulled it up. It was soft against his body, and it fit surprisingly well. He went over to the closet where Susie kept her wigs, and then he pulled out a long blonde one. He got it snug on his head and then he laughed. Why was he putting on a wig if he was just trying to see if his body could pass for female?
He figured he looked ridiculous, but he walked over to the mirror anyway. Then his heart skipped yet another beat. He definitely passed. Even his face, framed by that straight blonde hair, looked like a woman’s face—and he wasn’t even wearing any makeup. He wasn’t smiling anymore. Now there was a strange dread churning in his gut. He wasn’t sure what he originally set out to prove when he ran that first razor stroke up his leg, but he certainly wasn’t hoping to prove that he really could look like a woman.
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