This got too real... you're not sure you can do it.

You shook your head. "Sorry, I... I don't think I actually... I don't know, you know?"

Bryce shrugs. "Well, you've got til tomorrow to change your mind. Here, lemme give you my number, in case you do."

You swap contact information, with Bryce walking away afterwards. You stand there, concerned by what your impulsive choice had gotten you into. You decided to walk home, needing time to process. Of course, you still hadn't fixed your wedgie, so your silk was still up your ass the entire walk. You picked up your pace, making your way back inside and dropping your bag onto the floor. You practically leapt into the bed, finally getting a chance to pick your wedgie. You buried your face in the pillow, trying to weigh the options available to you. The thought of letting Bryce have power over you was enticing, but you were worried how far it would go. But you figured he wasn't joking about sharing the video. You sigh, and get out of the bed, shaking your head. You couldn't think this through right now. Maybe a distraction via your computer would help.

It did not. Neither did having to sit in history with the video hanging over your head. And the rest of the day still leaves you unsure. You handle your laundry once you get home, and decide that sleeping on the question would help you. You lay down, the video playing in your head the whole time you try to sleep. It takes you forever, and you're exhausted by the time you finally lose consciousness.

Your eyes slowly open, and you groggily grab at your phone, unsure of what time it was. You'd slept in until noon... and you had notifications of all sorts. Your heart sinks. He had wanted morning... had Bryce posted the video? You start opening things systematically, and your fear is quickly confirmed. Your face and silk panties are already well known among friends and acquaintances, wedgied and squirming for the internet to see. You rolled over, banging your head into your pillow. Goddammit... you should've just sucked it up, now everyone had seen both your ass and your underwear choices! You flipped back over, staring at the ceiling. Well, at least you didn't have to leave the house today. You sure as hell didn't want to show your face anywhere near your college. You grab your phone again, scrolling through more messages, and starting to hunt down copies of the video. You knew you couldn't possibly scrub it from the net, but you were morbidly curious about the reaction, wanting to know what to potentially expect in person. You were being called a number of rather horrid things, to be sure, but... there were a lot of compliments. Well, in a way. You supposed people saying they wanted to absolutely ruin you was a compliment, even if it was embarrassing. You were glad your family had basically no online presence, at least.

As you looked through more messages and comments, though, there were actually a lot more positive comments than you had thought. People wondering if you were ok, people calling you cute. Your ass was a hit, and there were a bunch of people asking about your name, and wondering if there was more of you out there. Your dms had a number of people asking about your relationship status... jesus, why was this so popular? Why were YOU so popular?

The rest of your day was spent in solitude, answering messages, searching up more instances of the video, and... looking into information on camsites. If there was this much buzz over a quick video of part of your ass and your panties, you might be able to do more... and you already had some toys, and you were pretty horny a lot of the time. Maybe... maybe you could make some money off this sort of thing? Maybe Bryce had done you a favor?

Over time, on your days off, you start to set yourself up. College is filled with knowing looks, wolf whistles, and your cheeks are almost always burning red while walking around. Bryce occasionally finds you, usually choosing to check what underwear you're wearing that day. He no longer filmed it, but there was often an audience now, and you couldn't keep track of all of them. They likely had their own copies of the incidents. But back at home, you were getting a schedule together, putting together a big collection of sex toys, and learning a bit about how to put on a good... show. And eventually, you were ready.

You started putting out videos of yourself. Some teases, some wedgie stuff, foot focus with long stockings. You filmed yourself stroking dildos, licking them, sucking on them. Videos to see what audience you would draw, and what they would clamor for. You found your niche, and a growing audience. Though you still went to college, you were finding a possibility at sustaining yourself through the lifestyle of a sex worker. And you were loving it.

You wondered what might have happened if you'd followed Bryce that day. But as you bounced on the thickest rubber dick you'd yet taken, dick flopping up and down, hands forming into peace signs as you panted and moaned, you were more than happy with your choice. You were embracing the femboy slut inside you, and the thought of what you'd become, and how many people would be seeing it, pushed you over the edge. You came, shooting a stream at, but not into the camera filming you. Your first ride on camera. A moment you'd always remember.