Sadie has a lazy Saturday. With a surprise.

There were no dreams. It didn’t even feel like there was sleep. Just one moment laying my head on the pillow and the next, my alarm is going off. Getting out of bed I go over to the laptop intending to check my calendar when something strikes me as off. It only takes me standing upright and a moment’s consideration to recognize the difference. No cage.

I pause to consider what I should do. I could swing wildly in two different directions. I could take advantage of the access and jack off, or I could put it back on. It just depends on how I want to treat Sarah. **** against treatment I consider ill, or respect for getting me in the right mindset. Not feeling particularly eager to get back in the cage, and at the same time not willing to really upset Sarah, I take the middle ground of just leaving well enough alone. Booting up the laptop, I check the calendar and see that since it’s Saturday, there isn’t anything scheduled.

Moving into the kitchen I see that I’m up before Sarah. It takes me a bit to figure out how to make the coffee, but soon enough I have a hot cup before me. Three sips later and I let out a long sigh. As annoying as the non-stop go go go activities have been the last few days, they at least kept me acting and moving instead of stopping and thinking. Now, I can’t help but reflect. In less than two weeks I’ve physically been changed into a woman. Sure, I’m not really a woman but if I’m tucked back with a gaffe and have a pair of proper panties on, it would take an alarming amount of time to figure that out. And that determination might require an actual hands-on inspection. In that same amount of time, I’ve streamed to more people than ever. At the rate I’m gaining followers and subscribers, I’ll probably be able to rake in all the money I need by Christmas break.

But in the same amount of time, Sarah has worked in a surprising effective manner to change my outward sexuality. I don’t have to give it much thought to confirm that I’m still attracted to women and not attracted to men. But God, I’m such a flirt and tease online that you’d never know it. And if that date with Louis proved anything, it’s that I can maintain that same flirty sexy attitude out in public. Louis was surprised at just how angry I was at the end of the date and that can only mean he thought I was genuinely enjoying myself. Enjoying myself going out with him.

If someone had told me that all that could happen in less than two weeks, I’d have laughed in their face and immediately offered to sell them the Brooklyn bridge. Yet here I am, worrying about whether or not I should put a chastity device on and balancing which choice would please or upset Sarah more.

After twenty minutes, without Sarah awake, I slide into my room to pick out something to wear. A loose pink and purple plaid skirt that matches well with the loose violet V-neck long sleeve tunic. I match it with some silky smooth deep purple bikini panties and a matching bra. With everything laid out I head to the shower and stop as I see the chastity cage just sitting on the vanity. With a frustrated huff I grab it and head into the bathroom.

Before I step into the shower I make sure the water is good and cold. It won’t be as comfortable as my normal warm shower, but it’ll help out more ‘down there’. When I’m under the invigorating cold water I wash up quickly and then put the cage back on my penis before stepping out. Not that I enjoy having the cage on, but it did feel strange to just be out in the open. This feels… secure?.

With a towel wrapped around my chest I move into the bedroom, sit down at the vanity and pretty up my face and hair. Once done and I’m dressed I head back out and see Sarah sitting at the table. She literally looks like she just got out of bed. After getting my second cup and sitting down I grin at the sleepy Sarah and say cheerfully “Good morning sleepyhead! I guess there’s a first time for everything and this is the first time I woke up before you!”

Without looking up Sarah turns her phone toward me. It’s the first time I’d seen the screen but it’s clear that she’s looking at the status of my chastity cage. In a quiet voice she says, still without looking up, “Just because I wasn’t out here doesn’t mean I wasn’t up. I had a late stream and then an early one this morning. Thanks for remembering the cage. I’d honestly forgotten, otherwise I’d have been by your side when your alarm went off.”

Sarah finally flips her hair behind her and looks up at me. I can see that her eyes are bloodshot but she still looks like something funny just crossed her mind. “Tell me… did you have morning wood? Or were you a good girl with your little bit there soft in your pretty panties?”

I feel a blush color my cheeks but try to not satisfy her egging me on and answer simply and flatly. “I was still soft. Probably from the marathon jilling last night. Thanks again for that.”

Sarah rolls her eyes, sighs, and says softly “Touche. So, what are your plans for the day?”

As I’m going for another sip of coffee, I stop with my hand midway between the table and my lips. “Uhh… plans?” Did she mean that I had the day off? She didn’t have something sinister or benevolent lined up? “I… uh… I assumed you had something in mind.”

Sarah laughs as she sets her phone down and taps at the screen. I hear a beep at the same time I feel the cage lock onto me. “Well, I have plans to go hang out with a friend that’s in town. Having you here means I can’t bring her by, so after I nap and clean up, I’m going to meet her for lunch and be out all day. I might even not show back up tonight. Remember, we said Saturdays were your fun time. I’d normally assume that you’d stream at least some of the day, but after last night I figure you’d want a couple days to get your head around how to present that to your audience. It shouldn’t be rushed as they just saw you out and about on a date. I’m not sure you’re ready to process that in front of them. So… movies? Games? Playing dress up? You can go to the mall. You can go shopping. You can hit up campus and study. It’s up to you.”

I’m stunned. It had never crossed my mind that I’d be doing something alone, let alone without Sarah’s planning. Sarah sees me still sitting there with my coffee in between the table and my lips and says “Look, you didn’t really expect me to be your mommy and plan out every single thing you’d do, did you? Come on Sadie, I have some natural guard rails up and can feel secure that you’re not going to do something that I wouldn’t approve of. You don’t have access to your…” she nods toward my crotch “…and with that cage on, I have a GPS tracker on you. You have a phone and can call. You have your account, but I already know there’s only a few hundred in there, not enough to do something radical. Oh, speaking of being a mommy, don’t forget your doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Its just a checkup to see how the grafting is taking hold. And from what I’ve seen, she’s going to be very happy.”

After a big yawn, Sarah reaches over and gently pats my hand. “Seriously Sadie, you’ve done well. The more we get you on track, the less I’ll have to mind the train. That’ll lead to you making more of these every day decisions and that will lead you to making more decisions about your streaming, and that will lead you to making more money. People can sniff out fake streamers from a mile away and you’re going to genuinely be you. Or rather, you’re going to genuinely be Sadie. Anyway, I have to catch some Zs. I want to have every minute with my friend and want to be sharp. Be quiet until I get up and get out of here, okay?”

Without waiting to see if I’d be quiet, Sarah got up and walked into her bedroom. A couple hours later, she got up, showered, got dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt, and headed out. Her only acknowledgement of my time alone was to remind me that the nearest bus stop was two blocks down. A few moments later, I was all alone.

I decide quickly that being at the computer won’t be a single part of my day. My room is just too pink and has the ‘Princess’ vibe I want to avoid. I can’t exactly avoid being Sadie, but I can at least avoid being Princess BabyDoll. I try the TV, but watching shows like Blue Eyed Samuri just don’t hold interest anymore. My life is far more interesting than these fictions ever could be. It takes me an hour of wandering around the house to finally get up the gumption and head to the garage. I probably shouldn’t have been surprised to find the door locked.

With nothing to explore, no desire to watch TV or a movie, and no desire to go into my bed/streaming room, I pull out the tablet Sarah got me on that first day of shopping. Setting it up is a breeze at it connects to my iPhone and is soon practically a mirror of it. Sitting back on the couch I start to catch up to the world I’ve been missing out on. Sports was never a big thing for me, but I check the local teams and my Dad’s favorite ones. News is about the same, meaning everything is going to hell in a handbasket and the world is ready to explode in about four different wars… and award season is coming up.

After ordering a big lunch in and saving half for dinner later I start perusing the web for me. Or rather, for Princess BabyDoll. I’m not really wanting to be her or interact in her world, but I’m curious how the world is taking her. My first stop is ‘her’ UsTube channel and looking over the comments of her posted streams. A full eighty percent of the comments can be categorized as ‘Sexy Sexy!’. I guess that’s good, but it’s not exactly helpful. I want to see how people are reacting to ‘her’ outside of a sex object. The rest of the comments are generally positive. Theres of course some that try to put down a female gamer, saying she’s attacking incels and taunting men and should be in a kitchen barefoot making babies. But the audience seems to respond well enough to those and quickly shout them down. If there’s a common thread among the remaining comments its something along the lines of “She seems smart, just hiding away that part of her behind this ditzy personality”. Those comments are often followed by more ‘Sexy Sexy!’ comments, but I get the idea that some people are seeing past the pink hair, the cleavage, and the high-pitched giggle. They’re seeing a gamer.

Instagram has a similar mix, though to be fair I’m trying harder to be sexy and flirty there. It’s just easier in an image a little text. Speaking of which… I get a photo of me with my purse held up like a shield and a credit card like a sword, along with a flirty wink and smirk of course. I post that to all my social media accounts along with ‘Weekend Warrior Shopping Time!’.

Getting back to my streams I finally hit Tremble where I have the most comments since these go up while I’m live. I scroll through these, really just skimming them as the majority are context specific. They’re talking about what I’m saying or what I’m doing on the stream. But then one surprises me as it rolled past. It actually takes me a few minutes to find it scrolling back wards… but someone was talking about the reddit page. Princess BabyDoll’s reddit page.

In a moment I have reddit.com/r/princessbabydoll/ up and… OH MY GOD!

Having people comment on my streams and ustube and grams and social media… I expected those. Sarah and I planned on those. But this… this is a fan page all about her. About… me.

The moderator seems to have an open door policy. I.e. he opened the door to posts and has no other policies. There’s a long post on what anime character I could play in a movie. I have to check some and blush as some are actually hentai porn characters. Theres a post trying to figure out where in the country I am, since I took Sarah’s advice and kept the specifics hidden away. But my date with Louis blew that out of the water. It turns out that there are exactly seventeen coffee shops in the US named Bean There, Drank That. There are several posts including photos of them, comparing them to stills from Louis’ stream. The detective work has been going on all night until they narrowed it down to three specific coffee shops with patios that were open last night. And these guys got so specific, they timed the sunset and matched it up for a final location. The last post is an hour ago, and not only shows a photo of where Louis and I were streamdating, but also a photo of the arcade we went to.

The city I live in is now in the public domain. Worse, since I mentioned I’m going to college, they’ve narrowed it down to the two schools that offer my degree. The local community college and the university I’m attending.

I keep reading through the posts, amazed again and again that a streamer that just started a few days ago has garnered such a devoted fan base. When a new post pops up, I chuckle at the clickbaity title. ‘You gotta check this out! So sexy!’

I click on it, imagining it to be some complications from my streams. I see the message is simply a video. When I click on it, I’m a little surprised to see it’s pure porn, so obviously not me. It’s a POV style with the guy holding a camera as he’s looking down and watching his cock plow into the curvy pale ass of a girl doggy style. Her voice is calling out, all whimpers and sexy cries of passion in time with his thrusts. I can feel myself getting hard inside my cage and decide I should stop watching it as it’s just going to make me achy. But as my finger hovers over the close button, the camera view angles up so that the guy is looking down her full back and into a mirror. The girl’s long pink hair covers her face until he reaches forward and gathers up a handful to pull her up. When she looks in the mirror I stand up, drop the tablet onto the floor, and scream “WHAT THE FUCK!!!!”

The video is of a guy fucking me.