Sadie is distracted by an offer

When I wake up Saturday morning, instead of getting into the bathroom or getting dressed I simply sit up in bed and stretch. I close my eyes and center myself, talking to myself, telling myself that I need to get past this. I need to be ‘Princess BabyDoll’ for my audience, or I let Todd ruin my career anyway. I need to be ‘Sadie’ for Sarah and Louis and Marley, or I let Todd ruin my life anyway.

While it feels like I’m wearing a fake smiling mask, I put on a smile and go about starting my day. I accept that I’m going to do some vlogging so I put on some fun clothes including a fun pleated tennis skirt and a Call of Battlefield 4 tee shirt. As my temporary tattoo is finally faded enough that I can cover up the remaining spots with some makeup I even cut the bottom of the tee shirt off to let my belly button ring shine again. I don’t hesitate putting my hair up into it’s twin ponytails and make sure my makeup is gamer cam girl perfect.

I make some social media posts but leave space for some more spontaneous posts later as it will make me stay in the moment instead of going on auto pilot. When I log into the computer I go right into a vlog and start chatting about a few upcoming games. It’s casual and fun and flirty and my audience grows quickly for a Saturday morning chat session. When the chat comes to a natural closing point I tell my audience that I might be on this afternoon and sign off with a tossed kiss and an extra flirty “Au revoir mes amours!”

After the vlog is posted to UsTube and my other media accounts and once I have it backed up to the network storage, I happen to look at the amount of space remaining on the drives. With me joining Sarah in backing up all my videos, it has to be running out sooner rather than later, and I never asked her about any longer-term storage. Sarah’s NAS was far bigger than mine had been as it’s showing only a little over 20 terabytes used, but I have no idea what drives she has populated and if there is room for expansion. At this rate, we’ll need more space by January.

When I go out for some late breakfast I catch Sarah just as she’s heading out shopping. I wave goodbye and sit down with my fried egg and cheese sammy. When I’m finished and cleaned up I take a detour from my room and instead go to the actual network storage rack. I can see that Sarah was forward thinking as it has fifteen drive bays and only six are filled. As they’re hot swappable, I pull out each drive and look at what she has. I have to double check my numbers before I head back to my room and see what the computer says. The six drives Sarah has total 45 terabytes, but the drive on the computer only shows the 25 terabytes.

Sitting back in my chair I try to work out how the system could work in a RAID formation that explains the lost space, but no RAID system would account for it. There are literally 20 terabytes of space on the NAS that I don’t have access to. Is Sarah hiding something from me?

I double check the files she has stored away and can account for most of her streams so it’s not like she’s saving certain files out of my sight. I consider asking Sarah about the extra space, but this is something that’s probably been going on since I moved in. And even knowing about it would be admitting that I snooped around the NAS system.

My mind might have kept circling the missing data but I pulled up my email and what I saw there immediately called for all my attention. Like almost anybody that games and has gaming hardware, I get emails from LogitalTech. Their mice and keyboards and speakers and headsets and microphones and steering wheels and game controllers and chairs and all manner of gaming equipment were legendary. It was the rare week that they weren’t having a sale or introducing some new product. But this wasn’t an email marketing something. It was an email from their marketing department looking to have Princess BabyDoll become one of their brand ambassadors. It was offering me an influencer sponsorship.

And this wasn’t some boilerplate form letter. The email was addressed to Sadie ‘Princes BabyDoll’ Blossom. It mentioned not only my Tremble streaming account and UsTube channel, but all of my social media outlets. They’d obviously done their homework too as they noted not only the number of my subscribers, but how many of them actively watched my live broadcasts, how many watched my recorded sessions and how many separate audience members I had for my social media accounts. The icing on the cake, showing that they knew me, was saying they’d love for me to be one of their first influencers to show off their upcoming cat-eared headsets. I already used one of their keyboards and mice, but they didn’t have a headset out with cat ears, so I was using their competition. “What better way to introduce our new product than from an influencer who is already known for wearing a similar device?”

I write up a quick response trying to sound professional by asking about more details while on the inside I feel like I’m dancing. I’ve seen other ‘brand ambassadors’ and they always had the newest gear. There was plenty of equipment from LogitalTech that I’d love to have. I was taken by surprise again when the VP of marketing, Isiah Carver, responded a few minutes later laying out more details. The surprise was more than the fact that a person so high up in the LogitalTech organization was working on a Saturday, but the details laid out were more than I imagined.

First, he said that they were specifically targeting the audience that I already had. People with gaming awareness but not professional level gamers. He was thrilled that I also had a thriving female audience, especially for my date night streams. He mentioned that he believed I could integrate their products into my social media posts without much effort and without feeling like I was presenting them specifically. As many of my social media posts showed my computer in the background, simply having the keyboard and mice visible would be a boon to them.

Second, the payment would be far more than free equipment. It would include equipment from their line to use, but also additional equipment that I could give away in contests on my channels. Above and beyond that, I would be paid. Like PAID paid. Like with real money. Isiah listed several scenarios on how I’d be compensated but the basic package started out at nearly $25,000.

I don’t even have that much in my bank account now. That amount should be enough to pay off the remainder of my medical bills, the medical bills to reverse my transformation, my school bills for next semester, paying Sarah for all ‘my’ equipment, and could even pay for my own studio apartment. I’d be making a distinct commitment to continue streaming as Princess BabyDoll into the summer, but I was already planning on that as I couldn’t pay for all my bills yet.

After thinking it over for an hour I realize I’m going in circles in my own head and need to bounce this off someone. While I’d love to have Louis’ take as he had a short term sponsorship from Mythic Energy Drinks, I knew there were details and concerns that I couldn’t share with him. Like possibly exposing ‘Nick’ because of a sponsorship. I was also curious as to why Sarah didn’t have a sponsorship as our audiences covered nearly the same demographics and she was still bigger than me in almost any metric.

When Sarah comes back, I help her unpack the groceries and then sit down with her, telling her about the LogitalTech offer. I can tell that, at least initially, she’s happy that I’m actually interested in something. That I’m not sad and moping around. But the more details I give her, the more worried she becomes.

After I lay it all out, Sarah gives me her concerns, “Look Sadie, that’s a lot of money all at once. I’m sure it would be a huge game changer. I mean, in the middle of summer you could be Nick again, have everything paid for, be out on your own, and still have around thirty or forty thousand dollars in the bank. That’s not a bad deal. But committing to a sponsorship means they’d look deep into you. Are you ready for that?”

I nod, having thought that part through. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, we already have my name changed legally. It’s not like they’re going to look up my birth certificate. I can even send them a copy of the passport I got for Sadie Blossom for the Osaka trip. I don’t think they’ll look deep enough to find out about Nick.”

Sarah nods, seemingly starting with the simplest of her concerns, “Okay, what about the contract itself? What if it says they get to control your content? What if they say they want you having Date Night streams four nights a week and all your games have to come from one of their distinct partners?”

I nod again, having asked similar questions of Isiah, “Their VP of marketing said that they were interested in me as a creator and influencer. That they wouldn’t dictate any of my content whatsoever beyond having me mention their products and show that I use them. He even gave me the example of one of the influencers that they work with that gave bad reviews to most of their products. They still kept their contract with him. In fact, he said the most **** thing they could do about my content was request a change. If I refused, and they felt it went against their corporate policy, they could terminate the contract. But that’s it. Any money paid or earned would still be honored.”

That was my big gun so it unnerved me when Sarah wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know Sadie. I think it’s a bad idea. It’s just money, but it puts a big multinational corporation hovering over you. I’ve been offered similar arrangements from different companies. Even some companies that I really like. But I always turned them down, knowing that I’d make the same money or more later just by being myself. You’re not doing badly and we’re on schedule to have everything you need this semester and having everything you want by the end of next semester.”

Sarah reaches out and takes my hand, subconsciously letting me know she’s offering me genuine support. “I’ll go along with anything you decide, but I seriously don’t think it’s a good idea.”

We chat a bit more about it but Sarah remains unconvinced and I don’t make up my mind. I finish off the night with a game stream and finally sending out an email to Isiah saying that I’m going to keep thinking about his offer. I’m surprised when I get an email back almost immediately, at 11 o’clock on a Saturday night, saying that he understands and will be available if I have any questions.

I’m not sure if it’s the LogitalTech offer that’s done it or not, but I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Sarah and I have a fun relaxed Sunday, trading streaming on each other’s channels. We even get Louis and some other streamers to join us, ending up with a massive audience jumping from each of our channels and giving us great cross audience exposure.

I go to sleep that night after a nice calming affirmational devotional and wake up early to get everything set for my Marley workout. When he comes in, I don’t apologize for my behavior last week, but I do immediately go up on my tip toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, telling him that I’m happy that he’s here. I’m not perfectly comfortable for the routine but I can fight my body’s reaction of tensing up and by the end of our workout can even stay relaxed at his touch.

Marley’s feminizing exercise at the end was just what I needed. Instead of working on me doing something specific, it was centered around me getting paid compliments and reacting to them. He said he’d noticed I tended to blush and look away when I was told that I was good looking or cute or beautiful or anything like that and women who were comfortable with their body would be appreciative but not as necessarily embarrassed by the compliments. So, for thirty minutes I got to sit and listen as Marley paid me compliments about my feminine attributes.

Initially I do feel myself reacting the same way. Blushing, smiling shyly, and struggling not to turn or look away from Marley. But at the end of the exercise, I’m comfortable hearing Marley compliment me, even when it’s quite forward. He gets lewd enough at the end to compliment my breasts and lips. By that point I’m even able to thank him and compliment him on the bulge obviously growing in his pants.

After Marley gives me my shot, returning to giving me a gentle pat and caress to my bare ass cheek, I walk him to the door and give him another kiss on the cheek. As he steps outside, I stop him from leaving for one last thing. “Hey, Marley, I’m sorry for the way I acted last week. I was going through some stuff but am feeling better now. I’m not quite ready to set up any, um, you know, more physical, uh, sexual, workouts…” realizing I’m stammering I close my eyes, take a deep breath, let it out, look at Marley in the eyes, and finally continue “…I’m not ready to schedule any sexual exercises, but that’s nothing to do with you. I’ll let you know when… not if, but when… I’m ready again. Okay?”

Marley smiles, evidently amused by my discomfort, but remains professional. “That’s fine Sadie. We’ll work at whatever pace you want, including no pace at all.”

Monday goes fine with several good streams. Tuesday starts out good, but I have a sense of dread growing through the day. It doesn’t hit me until that night when Sarah’s tit job devotional comes up that I’m dreading tomorrow. Lab with Todd.

In the morning, even a good workout with Marley can’t take my mind off the lab later that day. I feel the dread start to affect my stomach and feel like I might vomit. I do a little vlogging and streaming but when it’s time to get ready for lab I instead take some time to see what we’re working on. There are only two labs left before the holiday end of the semester but after I calculate everything out, I realize I can skip this lab and take the failing grade for it. I’ll have to study extra hard and practically ace the final exam, but I’ll still be able to pass the class.

After lunch, instead of getting my books and backpack together I set myself up at the dining room table and start going over my notes, readying myself for next week’s final. When Sarah walks through, getting a bottle of water, she asks if I need a ride to campus. I tell her no and she returns to her studio without questioning it.

As the time for lab to start comes and goes I feel myself relax. Sure, I’ll still have lab next week but maybe I can escape it. Maybe I can avoid Todd all together. When my phone buzzes with a notification I don’t think anything of it and pull it up. I see that it’s a text message from an unknown number, so I pull it up and click on the attached video.

My heart stops completely when I see the video is the point of view of a guy looking down at a pink haired girl kneeling in front of him. His hand is on the back of her head, seemingly helping her bob up and down as his cock slide in and out of her mouth. There are no voices or sounds that would definitively say that was Todd, but my pink hair is easily identifiable. At a glance you can’t even tell it was in the store room or on campus at all. It’s seemingly just a video of me giving head to a guy. Hell, you can’t even see that my hands are handcuffed behind my back.

A message follows the video. “See you next week baby or this gets anonymously sent to your dad and the school ethics committee!”

In a fit of rage, I throw the phone half way across the apartment screaming at the top of my lungs. I feel anger and despair waging war in my heart and while I want to stay angry, despair takes the lead and starts me crying. It’s at that moment that Sarah comes in from her studio. I’m not sure exactly what she saw, but she pulls a chair over next to mine, wraps her arms around me and holds me. “It’ll be okay Sadie. I swear, it’ll all be okay.”