Sadie is screwed. Royally screwed.

Unsurprisingly, I don’t sleep well. Technically, nothing has changed from the night before. Sarah’s arm is over my still thin waist, her hand lightly cupping my still present breast. My smooth legs rub each other, and I feel my tongue occasionally slip out to lick at my thick puffy lips. All of which happened last night too. But now, each thing that defines me as feminine, as Sadie, as Princess BabyDoll, sends shivers of worry up my spine.

I was worried about messing with my hormones before we met with Dr. Stevenson and he didn’t exactly provide a lot of assurance. Dr. Straker was nice and helpful but she didn’t prescribe the hormones and was currently out of the country. And besides, I wouldn’t see her for another couple weeks. Until then I didn’t dare look online. I didn’t want to find out what a huge excess of estrogen and progesterone could do to a boy like me.

I finally ended up with a few hours of fitful sleep. After laying out my outfit for the last day at the Con, a fun alternative outfit for Cammi from Avenue Fighter VI, I started packing everything up. Once Sarah was done in the shower, I took the opportunity to slip in and get clean myself. Halfway through, with my face covered by my morning facial, my hair up in its cap, and my back to the shower while I bent forward and rinsed off my legs, I heard that tell tale ‘CLICK’ of my chastity cage unlocking. I immediately reach in between my legs and grasp the cage before it falls to the shower floor and snap it shut. After a quick frustrated huff of air I go back to finishing my shower after yelling at Sarah “Hey Watch It, I Don’t Need My Cage Unlocked!”

When I get out, I see that Sarah is under her hair dryer and may well not have heard me in the shower. If she had unlocked me as some weird practical joke, she would have been at the ready with a grin and some double entendre joke. But if it wasn’t her…?

I shake my head, deciding that I don’t care. There were half a dozen explanations and none of them got us packed up and out of here any faster. Our plan for the trip was simple. Everything got packed up except for our phones and our very basic necessities. We weren’t even going to bring a carry on. That way we would **** ourselves to just relax on the flight home. We wouldn’t have our laptops or tablets or any other equipment. Just our phones. So EVERYTHING needed to get packed.

Going into my room I start slipping into my Cammi outfit. While her normal camo leotard is great at showing off her legs, it’s far too tight in the crotch for me to pull off. But this new alternative outfit, with her wearing denim shorts, a turtleneck tight crop top, and a long dramatic hooded trench coat… this was PERFECT for me. All hints and teases. If I were standing still the only thing being shown off would be my belly. But as soon as I started to walk, my legs would flash out with nothing between the bottom of my short shorts and my pink heeled athletic boots. A quick pull of the jacket’s lapels and I could show off my breasts inside their tight top or using a single button and I could hide my breasts away completely. And with everything in pinks and whites, highlighted in blacks along with the blue denim shorts, it was colored as my brand perfectly.

Once I’m finished, I finish packing and start pulling all of my bags into the main room. When Sarah starts getting all of her stuff ready, I take a closer look and smile. We’re going to make quite the pair with her dressed up as Chunk-Li from the same game, wearing her old school purple qipao that shows off her thighs all the way up to her waist. The long strips of cloth in front and behind her were weighted so that they should remain pulled down, otherwise any breeze and she’d be flashing all of her goods to the audience. Regardless, she’d still have to walk carefully, leaving any spins or moves to me and my calf length white hooded trench coat.

After we set up the hotel’s shuttle service to gather up our bags and deliver them to the airport, Sarah and I stepped into the Con for our last day. And for a couple hours, everything is great. I get another chance to live stream a game, this time Avenue Fighter 7 with their own techs helping to get me a great steady Wi-Fi signal. Sarah almost gets mobbed by a group of her fans and spends a good twenty minutes signing autographs and snapping photos with them.

When we head over to the hardware area, I head directly for the LogitalTech booth. As one of the largest and most influential manufacturers, they have an entire corner of this area dedicated to them. I fan girl out a bit over all their new stuff, loving their whole pink lineup. One of the presenters recognizes me and actually pulls the new high end headset from the display and sets it up so I can wear it during my stream. It’s pink, has cat ears just like I wear, and lights up in time with the sound nearby. In this case, with me speaking. Sarah really helps out by taking my phone and being a true camera person letting me go over the keyboards and mice and headsets and racing wheels and joysticks and streaming cameras and streaming lights and even their new gaming chairs for a live stream. When I sign off with my “Au revoir mes amours!” and a big air kiss I actually hear some people applauding me.

I blush as I see it’s a group of what I assume are fans. They’re obviously not workers at the booth, so what else can it be? But before I can head over, I feel a strong hand on my shoulder and hear a deep voice say “Sadie, you have to come with me. We need to talk. Right now.”

Turning, I let out a relieved sigh when I see its only Isiah Carver, the VP of Marketing for LogitalTech. Of COURSE he’d be here!

Still getting my heart from beating so fast I give Sarah a quick wave and follow Isiah to a back area in the LogitalTech booth. I pull out the lapels of my coat and show how much it can move and transform, saying “Hey, I know you said to keep it family friendly, so I kept the button buttoned while I was in the booth. It wasn’t anything official, but I’ll keep a good face on whenever I’m around your stuff I promise. I wouldn’t ever… Isaiah? What’s wrong?”

My brow furrows and I grow concerned again as I notice Isiah isn’t smiling or showing any sign of being in a good mood. In fact, he looks stressed. When he speaks, it’s clear he’s had experience being in a position of power as he doesn’t mince words or beat around the bush. “Sadie, I’m sorry but we’re going to have to drop your contract. You’ll have the full legal sign off a couple days after you get home, but it’s simply put because a breach of the morality clause. You actually mentioned it here… we need family friendly. And since you’ll be streaming with our hardware, it needs to be family friendly all the time that they’re in your shots.”

I nod slowly, not understanding what he means “But… I have been family friendly when streaming. Like we talked about, I’m close to the edge, but I’m haven’t crossed…”

Isiah shakes his head and talks over me, obviously wanting this over and obviously making this final. “Sadie, my team was watching your coverage and live streaming of being a tourist in Osaka yesterday. It was good. But at the top of the Ferris Wheel? Making out with your girlfriend for seven and a half minutes? If I’m honest, that would probably be enough to break our contract on its own, even though you didn’t have any of our products in the shot. But it prompted my team to look back at some of your older streams.”

He seems truly regretful as he again shakes his head in a mixture of negative intent and disbelief. “Bondage? Bondage Sadie? Having someone tie you up during a live stream and play with you in an overtly adult manner. With you wearing our headset, with our keyboard and mouse in the shot? We’re talking about beyond R rated material. If I’m honest, I’m surprised that your other platforms even let it stand. If I’d found that on my own, we could have talked about it. Taken it down, buried it, made sure it wasn’t cross posted anywhere. But my team found it. It’s now saved on our corporate servers. And it’s a black mark Sadie. I’m sorry, my hands are tied. I want to wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors as I believe you have a good future ahead of you as a profitable influencer. It just won’t be with us.”

And with that Isiah doesn’t even give me a chance to respond. Instead, he puts his hand in the small of my back, turns me toward the exit, and starts leading me there. By the time I’m able to form words the only thing I can come up with to say before I’m outside of their booth and he’s turning back inside is “Th.. thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry.”

It takes me a bit to find Sarah at the Razor Keyboard kiosk. She grins and rushes over to me “Hey, I wouldn’t run with Razors, I know you’re gonna hook me up with one of those LogitalTech keyboards, right!?”

I’m able to pull Sarah over to a relatively quiet area of the convention and explain what happened. I can see the almost equal mixture of sympathy and ‘I Told You So’ behind her eyes. Thankfully Sarah is a good friend and only voices the sympathy portion of her emotions. I’m sure I’ll hear the other part soon enough but for now we quickly look over my bills, both current and upcoming for the semester, and realize that so long as I continue to grow at the same rate as I have been, I should be fine. Sarah even admits that with as comfortable as I am in front of the camera now a days, I’ll probably grow faster now. Yeah, losing the LogitalTech Ambassadorship was a hit, but it turns out to be not that bad. Now that I have Sarah’s numbers to back up my own mental back of napkin numbers, I feel a lot better about it and am able to at least somewhat enjoy the rest of the Con.

We end up getting nearly mobbed at the end of the Con. Everybody is practically trying to get out at the same time, and everybody is trying to get in one last photo in the huge front covered plaza of the convention center. We get hit up by fans our own fans but also fans of Avenue Fighter. And as fun as they are, they’re the worst since they get us together with various other groups and then dozens of people are there snapping photos, calling out for each of us to change our pose slightly and calling us by our character’s names.

Once we finally get a taxi and get on our way to the airport I pull out my phone to check my feeds. I immediately see that I’m in a bit of a pickle as my battery is almost completely out. I’d snuck plenty of cables in the huge pockets of my long jacket, but the taxi didn’t have any charge ports that we could use. And with the first leg of our flight just going to Tokyo International Airport, our wait between the security check-in and us getting onto the plane wasn’t likely to be long enough to get more than a little top up. That meant I’d be relying on the slow charging on the plane itself.

Just as the taxi pulled into the Airport and started heading toward the departures drop off, my phone started dinging at me. Taking it out I saw that it was a video chat request. From MdeVoltaire. From Vik. Cursing myself I say out loud “Fuck, I forgot to call him all this time!”

I take a deep breath, **** a smile on, and take the call. “Hey Vi… V… Voltaire. I’m so sorry that I didn’t get a chance to…”

I’m immediately cut off by Vik, though he doesn’t sound angry at all, “Hey don’t worry about it man. I guess I know why. It took me awhile to figure it out, but it makes sense. Why didn’t you tell me? You could have trusted me dude!”

Man? Dude? OH SHIT!

I start stammering and stuttering just as the taxi driver pulls up to the crowded drop off area. There isn’t even room for him to get to the curb, so he has to double park, blocking in a couple other cars. I try to ignore him and Sarah going back and forth about payment while trying not to look freaked out to Vik. “Hey, I’m not quite sure what you mean. I… uh… I looked for your buddy, that… uh…”

Vik laughs and responds loudly “Nick. Dude, you don’t need to hide from me. I’m cool. If you wanna be a chick, that’s fine by me. I’m just glad you’re okay. And fuck dude, you’re like HUGE on streaming. Your bigger than…”

At that point my phone unceremoniously dies. I’m shaking as Sarah pulls me out of the Taxi, evidently having paid our fare. After looking at my face and seeing just how shocked I am, Sarah takes charge and starts pulling me through the airport. We only have a couple minutes in line at security and I can’t put the words together to express what happened to Sarah. I’m still trying to process it in my own head. He knows. HE KNOWS!

Once we’re through security we have to run to the gate and barely make it at the end of first-class boarding. When the hostess looks at our tickets, thank God I’d printed out copies just in case, she apologizes saying there’s a problem with one of our seats and she has to move one of us. Instead of sitting next to each other, we’ll be about four rows apart. Sarah again took charge and we promised to find each other when we landed.

I’m lost in my own world as we take our seats and go through the whole pre-flight take off procedures. I get a bottle of water and a warm moist towel and am finally able to relax a bit after we got to 30,000 feet. I finally pull out my charging cable and plug in my phone, making sure it goes into airplane mode as soon as it boots up but turn the Wi-Fi on and pay the exorbitant fee so that I can lose myself in my feeds until we land.

The first thing that catches my attention is several starred emails. I’ve gotten pretty good at setting up my email and it knows what to flag as important. I generally get two or three important emails per week, so having seven all between the end of the Con and now is more than a little strange. When I open the first email and start reading through it, I have to fight the incredibly strong urge to scream and throw my phone at the window. My despair only increases with the second email, and the third. By the time I click into the fourth email I literally can’t stop my hands from shaking. I decide that I don’t care if I’m going to make a scene, I just can’t hold this in any longer. But when I try to scream, nothing comes out. It feels like my throat just closes up and isn’t letting any air through.

I start to panic, dropping my phone and clawing at my throat. The passenger sitting next to me, an elderly Japanese woman, takes one look at me and calls for the stewardess. Evidently the alarm in her voice carried and got everybody’s attention because the next person at our seat isn’t the stewardess, it’s Sarah. She’s kneeling on the floor in front of the woman’s knees while cupping my face in her hands, her eyes are wide but she’s talking calmly, telling me it will be okay, that I just need to breathe, that I’m fine, that everything is okay and will be fine.

I’m not sure what specifically calmed me down. It could have been Sarah. It could have been the Stewardess. It could have been the Valium. Regardless, twenty minutes later I was calm enough to thank Sarah who’d traded seats with the nice Japanese lady so we could sit together. Knowing that I needed to let her know what was going on I take a deep breath and try to get it all out in one go before I start to freak out again. “Okay, here goes. Vik called while we were in the cab and he… he knows. He knows I’m Nick. He says he’s cool with it, but before I could do more than barely deny it, my phone died. I got over that and calmed down once we were in the air knowing we had the lay over and the long flight from Toyko so I could think it through with you there. But when I got my phone plugged in…” I could feel my chest tightening “…I was just going to check my social feeds, you know…” my throat was starting to close again while my vision started to narrow down. Not wanting to freak out the entire first-class cabin again I pick up my still plugged in phone, highlight the seven emails and give it to Sarah. She quickly skims them and quickly comes to the same conclusion that I did.

“Oh, fuck Sadie… that shit with LogitalTech… they got you demonetized on UsTube, on Tremble, on… fuck me… on ALL of your social and streaming accounts. You can’t earn money streaming now!”