Camming down the rabbit hole Ch5

I had a quick shower and removing the plug to clean it I felt an emptiness, when it came to leaving the shower I decided that it couldn’t really hurt to wear it to bed, it felt so good after all. So I slipped it back in, put my night clothes on and climbed into bed, falling asleep as my head rested on the pillow.

I woke in the morning feeling great. Although the plug in my ass did nothing to discourage my morning wood, I went to the bathroom and reluctantly removed it. As much as I would like to, there I no way I could run with it. My legs were aching a little but after a session with the exercise DVD I was warmed up and stretched out, I decided to go for another little run, only today I would keep the pace steady and not over-do it, as well as keep to the side roads to avoid running into that guy again.

I set off with no route planned, just a light jog around the houses. As I approached the middle of one street, there was a house undergoing some construction work, the builders busy on the roof. As I passed I heard a wolf whistle and looked around to see who they were aiming it at, after a second or two I realised it I was the target, and as much as a I hated it when that was done to anyone else, it, like the encounter with Marc filled me with a strange sense of pride. I was doing OK at this, my broadcasts were becoming more successful, and I had progressed enough that even outside of that world I could pass as a girl.

It wasn’t what I had wanted when I started out, but this life of having a full day to enjoy myself and then a maximum of three or four hours ‘work’ in the evening sure beat my real job. And getting positive attention when I was out was just a bonus, the old me never got anything, especially from the ladies.

Back home I now followed my usual post run routine. Getting ready afterwards almost on auto pilot as I carry out various beauty treatments, with an outfit in mind I decide to try another look and go for a splash of that hair dye I bought.