Camming down the rabbit hole Ch3

Leaving the shop it dawned on me he just called me miss, why had he done that? I was in my regular clothes. Talking of which, when carrying the two heavy bags it became all the more apparent that my nipple play over the last weeks had caused them to be a bit sore on the rough fabric of the t-shirt. I lamented the fact I’d taken the bra off as that probably would have helped, even the rest of my clothes felt a little less comfortable than I remembered.

As I arrived home I closed the door and placed the shopping down on the floor, removing my mask I noticed a pink stain on the inside of it, and suddenly it dawned on me I had not removed the makeup. Stepping into the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror was a tomboy. I lifted the mask to my face and then I realised just how feminine I looked, the mascara and simple eye makeup I’d put on the previous night, combined with how my hair was now sitting really did make me look like a girl. I laughed to myself as my eyes scanned down at the very un girly clothes I had on. No wonder that guy holding the door open had given me a funny look as he left and the cashier calling me miss all made sense.

It was strangely reassuring that I had been able to pass when out, OK the mask had clearly helped as my face was mostly covered, but I dare say had I kept the bra and panties on, and worn some slightly tighter fitting clothes no one would have noticed. And as the t-shirt and jeans were not that comfortable anyway, so if I did dress a bit more femininely the added bonus would be that I could then practice a more female movement when I was out, even the voice, which would only help when it being on cam. Wearing the mask would mean no one would recognise me even if I did meet someone I knew (not that there was much chance). I couldn’t have shows like I had last night, I’d never survive if I lost my job.

Getting ready for tonight’s show, I took even more care of my makeup and hair, and was actually looking forward to putting the bra and panties back on, they weirdly felt more comfortable, I guess knowing that my viewers would approve. There was some nail polish that I had been resisting putting on as I didn’t want to have anything too hard to remove, but since I could go out and pretty much be anonymous I decided it couldn’t hurt and if anything would help push my appearance to the next level.