Gamer Gurl: Part II

A continuation of Gamer Gurl: https://chyoa.com/story/Gamer-Gurl.58026

I couldn’t believe it had come to this. Not only did my fans want it, I agreed to it. I mean, it’s not like it’s permanent but… God this is humiliating. At least Sarah came with me. I’d have thought Clair Bairs could have done it as it’s just another piercing, but evidently, they don’t do much beyond ears. Sarah knew which tattoo place to go to that not only would be quick but also discreet.

As I sit in the waiting area and she talks to the receptionist working out exactly what I’m going to get done, I can’t help but think about these last few weeks. At the beginning of the semester, I was in awe of her. I was a fan of her online persona, DragonGirl069 and didn’t even know her as Sarah Brahm. I had dreams of dating her, but doubted they’d ever come true. In true kismet fashion, we met on campus. And when she gave me a ride home and we saw my apartment burning down, taking my entire life with it, she was there to help. Sure, I was naïve at first, not realizing that she was going to help me by making me stream as a girly girl, sex object, but I caught on quick. I even agreed with it all. I agreed to let her feminize me, give me these breasts, change my body shape, give me daily hormones, color and style my hair, change my voice, and move in with her. I even gave her permission to take over my sex life. I mean, it’s not like I had a lot going on there before, but now that I live with the hottest girl on campus… or rather, one of the hottest girls on campus since I’d also have to be considered one of the hottest girls… I wear a chastity cage.

It was all fun and games those first couple weeks. She agreed that no change would be permenant. Yeah, I’ll never get my body hair back now that we’ve had three electrolysis appointments, but that’s on me and not her. Her devotionals to make me think more like a girl, her constant teasing, her making me go out with a guy who thought I was a real girl, those are all her. Sure, she let me have a few orgasms, ruining one in her bed, sucking me off, and making me cum through my cage after an hour of playing with my plugged ass and sensitive nipples. But that’s it. My last orgasm was a punishment. But like just about everything else, she’s right. I’m turned on all the time. I’m constantly aroused. I wake up horny, I take a shower horny, I eat breakfast horny, I train with Marley while horny, I stream horny, I tease my audience while horny, I do my devotionals horny, and I go to sleep and dream horny.

Speaking of her devotionals, I honestly didn’t expect them to work out. I mean, they just seemed cruel. I didn’t think they were so bad when they made me focus on my new feminine body, but when she had me watching videos of girls like me going down on big black cocks or screaming into pillows as they got fucked in the ass… they seemed more like they were trying to make me gay. Or rather, straight, like a straight girl who wanted to go out with a guy. But she’s right. They just make sure to feminize my sexual arousal. I’m horny all the time, but the devotionals three nights a week focus that arousal on my feminine side. I’m the sexy girl. I’m not the one with a cock to get hard, I’m the one that gets the cocks hard. And I do that with my audience. I get their cocks hard. I still fantasize about women, but that’s more like a side hustle at this point.

Seeing her smile back at me reminds me that it’s not just her devotionals that keep my arousals in their feminine boxes. At least twice a week, on nights when I don’t have a devotional to do, she takes me to her bed. I ate pussy a couple times before I met Sarah, but I’ve gone down on her so much that I’m an expert now. It doesn’t matter what position we take, her sitting on my face or me lying between her legs, I lick and kiss and suck her sweetness until she’s screaming my name. Or at least my femme name. I don’t know that she’s even said ‘Nick’ since we saw the plastic surgeon for that checkup. But she loves calling me Sadie, Princess, and BabyDoll. And she loves teasing me while I eat her out. Up until last week my nipples were the center of my physical sexual feelings. She’d pinch and cup and touch and pet and play with them making me wiggle and moan. But when she brought out that damned princess plug and got it inside me… well, now she loves playing with that. I guess it’s fair since she’s fucking with my mind she can now literally fuck my body. My ass. I can’t cum with it. Yet. But damn, it gets me close and I never thought I’d say it but I’m close to asking her to use something bigger down there. She teases that she’ll use a dildo, that she’ll let me feel what it’s like to be fucked by a man and that it will make me cum even through my cage…. But I’m not there yet. Maybe if I can’t cum in another couple weeks, I’ll be **** enough.

Three weeks ago, I was still reliant on Sarah for my finances. She’d have to pay for everything, even though I was earning plenty of money from my streams. But now that she’s got my accounts set up and I have a couple grand in my checking account, I can use my own debit card to pay for this procedure. It just feels strange seeing ‘Sadie Blossom’ on my MasterCard instead of ‘Nicholas Oaks’.

When they finally take us back, we have to stop by the wall to pick one out. I personally think the standard barbell would work fine, maybe with a pink jewel at the end as it’ll catch the light and match my whole pink theme. But Sarah debates her point well and we pick out the barbell with the screw on lower end. It will be installed with the clear crystal end, but after a few days we’ll be able to switch it out with the dangly one or the pink crystal one, or any of the other tchotchke tips we can put on it.

As I lay back on the chair and wait for them to get set up, Sarah takes the seat next to me and pulls my hand in hers, giving it a supportive squeeze. She knows how to take my mind off what’s happening, and her voice immediately pulls me out of the present. “So, I saw your stream last night. I didn’t think you liked playing Valiant. I mean, you only have like forty hours in it total, but you got huge numbers.”

It's just like her to bite around the edges and make me bring up what she wants to talk about. “Yeah, well Louis is part of a Valiant competitive team, and he practices a couple nights a week. It’s a good cross over for us as I bring my audience to something I don’t normally play, and I get to pick up some of his audience since they recognize us.”

Sarah gets her cocky look as she glances up at the ceiling. I swear, if she could get away with it, she’d actually reach back and pat her own back. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I convinced you to make up with him. His audience was going to tear him a new one for not seeing you again. Now you both get to stream and grow your audiences.”

I sigh and shake my head. “Look, I only ghosted him for a couple weeks after the date. I was hurt, okay? Your devotional that night didn’t exactly help. But you were right, he wasn’t being mean on purpose and he’s a nice guy. When we met back up at Bean There, Drank That and talked about it, he admitted he liked me and wanted more, but agreed to just be friends as I wasn’t ready for more. I let him take me out a couple times to hang out, to get used to him again, and now we hit each other up to steam together. And yes, it’s blowing my numbers up as well as increasing his audience.” I smirk, always ready to pop Sarah’s ‘perfection’ bubble. “But you weren’t right about everything. I’m not going to go out on another date with him. If we just continue to ignore it, our audiences will both forget it and accept us as streamers who play games together. Nothing more.”

As the piercer comes in and starts setting everything up, I lay back and close my eyes. Sarah squeezes my hand again, doing a good job of keeping my mind off the current moment. “That’s perfect. I mean with everything you and Marley are working toward, it’s not like you should use your feminine mannerisms with a man. I’ve seen you with him and you flirt really well!”

Still clenching my eyes closed I squeeze Sarah’s hand back as I feel the cool cleaning solution being wiped over my tummy. “I only flirt with Marley because you make me. And the whole point of those workouts was to get me more girly. His hands-on technique certainly keeps reminding me of my body, but even after we got done with the stretches, his workouts are still…. well, hands on.”

Sarah’s laugh is only barely contained as she says “Oh Sadie, hands on doesn’t even begin to describe it. What was that yoga pose called? The one with your shoulders on the floor, your legs up over your face, and his hands all over your ass?”

I clench my teeth and suck in a breath as I feel the big needle pierce my skin. It makes my answer sound edgier than I intended. “Plow. It’s called the plow position and it helps with balance. His hands aren’t all over my ass, they go on my legs and back too to help me get the right pose and hold it for the full five minutes.”

Sarah’s giggle is joined by the piercer this time as she responds, “Oh plow. Right. Well, it certainly looks like it’s a good pose to get plowed in and I’m sure Marley is imagining doing just that with your ass up in the air.”

As much as it’s embarrassing to have my trainer physically touch me in frankly intimate ways, even I can’t help but join in their laughter, stopping only when the piercer says I can’t have my belly shaking like that. As he gets back to work, putting the barbell in place, I turn so that I can look at Sarah. “Look, the stretching, cardio, and yoga are all good with Marley. But we both know the flirting you have me working on as well as his feminine lessons are the real gold. I swear, I don’t even walk the same way anymore, let alone just standing or sitting. He’s even got me changing the way I talk with people. I never in a million years would have guessed that it should be second nature to turn your eyes away from a strange man, while looking a strange woman in her eyes.”

I turn and look at Chad, the piercer, noting his bulging tattooed arms and long biker style beard and mustache. Just like Marley said, as soon as Chad looks up at me, I turn my eyes down avoiding his direct eye contact and intensify the smile that rarely leaves my lips now a days. It’s what women do. It’s now what I do. And even though we’re sitting here talking about me taking feminine lessons, I’d bet dollars to donuts that Chad thinks I’m just like any other girl. That he wouldn’t guess in a million years that I have a caged penis under the short, flared skirt that he’s so close to. I have Sarah to thank for the mental space for that, but I have Marley to thank for the physical part. He has me moving and talking and acting like a more feminine girl than Sarah. Not that Sarah is exactly butch, but I’m the girly girl between us with my constant smile, my demure nature, and my hand covered constant giggle while we’re out in public. I can’t even remember the last time I burped.

Even just a few weeks ago, if I felt a brute like Chad’s fingers drawing across my bare belly, I’d couldn’t have stopped from shivering in disgust and embarrassment. But now when I feel it, I know he’s just copping the feel that he can. Who wouldn’t want to touch the pretty sexy girl with the hot pink hair? Instead of trying to get away from him I bring my hand up to his and give it a pat as I smile up at him. “All done?”

Chad and Sarah help me up from the chair and let me see the piercing in the mirror. What started as a stupid bet a week back, my fans arguing over what my next piercing should be, ended up with me here. And as humiliating as it is to have a belly button ring with a jeweled end that catches the light and brings attention to my bare midriff, it’s way better than the second place in the poll. I know exactly what they say about girls that have tongue piercings and what they use them for.

I think Sarah voted enough for that option to keep it close all by herself.

My finger finds its way to the barbell peeking out of my belly button and gives it a tap, seeing the light flash and flicker over it. I listen as Chad goes over the after care again, knowing damned well this will take weeks if not months to fully heal. But I opened myself up for it, my audience wanted it, and they will turn out in droves tonight to see the results. If I were to bet, I’d say I might get my best audience tonight just so that they can see my new piercing. I’ll get all my casual fans to see it and since I normally stream a serious game on Tuesday nights, I’ll get my gaming audience too.

Taking Sarah’s hand in mine I give it another squeeze as I smile at her reflection in the mirror and say, “It looks good, right? Let’s get home so we can eat real quick. I can’t wait to show it off to my audience!”