Damn

Damn, I needed one to hold up my tits. I wondered why I hadn't taken one before while I walked back to my mother's closet and started searching.

Shit... There were none in the wardrobe... Where could they be? A quick search and a tipped laundry basket later I suddenly realized where they might have gone. Glancing out the window into the backyard my fears were confirmed as all the bras my mother hadn't taken with her were hanging out to dry after being washed. There probably was a list of chores somewhere, but in my rush to become my slutty true self I hadn't noticed.

I hesitated for a moment. Could I just walk out the door to quickly grab them? Would anyone see? I couldn't risk it, but didn't want to redo everything later... In the end I grabbed my large winter coat that covered most of my stocking clad legs and put on some shoes. Hurrying outside I snatched the bras, hurried back and slammed the door shut behind me.

I let out a slow breath as I slumped down against the door. The chances that somebody would have seen my stockings was very slim but only after I remembered the treasure in my hands I calmed down again. After a quick inspection of the options I choose a black classy bra and went to my room to finish up.

xxxxxx

In my absence several messages had popped up. I scanned them for any potential cam session or at the very least a naughty conversation. I had learned to ignore messages that only said 'hi' as they would just lead nowhere most of the time. As I did that I put the finishing touches on my outfit.

There, I now looked like the sexy femboy I knew I was on the inside: surprisingly wide hips for a man, a skinny frame, completely shaven smooth and my self-made breasts. The illusion of me being a biological woman was only broken by my little pecker forming a cute but tiny bulge in my dress. That and my face. Because while my face was very feminine looking and would certainly be passable if I was to put in the effort and put up some make up, I had opted to just wear a black hood made from some stretchy material. This saved me time and made sure there was no way I could be recognized.

With a few taps on the keyboard the cam turned on, my body immediately appearing on screen. Being a bit vain (or insecure according to my mom) I always did a check on the angle before actually streaming myself. Thankfully no adjustments were needed aside from turning on an extra lamp to highlight my pale skin.

All ready, the stream began. allowing everybody to see me. My starting position was always lying on my side, with my clothing covering as much as they were able to. What makes lingerie so hot is that it teases, instead of outright showing the goods. The added bonus from this slow approach was that I could edge for hours if nobody interesting came for a chat. The view number was on 17 people currently watching, so I just kept checking my chats for a few minutes while occasionally groping my bulge.

Out of nowhere something hit my window with a loud crack. Snapping my head towards the noise I kept completely still and tried to hear what was going on outside.