Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 12

It was all set, and with only a few hours until showtime I began preparing. With my makeup all done it was just a case of re-applying the lipstick, maybe a little touch-up here and there, but the main work would be in my outfit, and seamlessly blending in my false breasts.

I did some easy stretches to make sure I was as limber as possible, the restriction of the additional breast forms grew easier as I worked through my routine and by the end of it I felt like my balance had somewhat adjusted and they felt much more part of me than when id used them previously.

I ate a light meal while I checked what I wanted to wear, having already made the selection I fussed around ensuring they were perfect. Before slowly slipping myself into them. The thong was a favourite, lacey and only just contained my limp dick which instantly began to rise as I adjusted the straps and felt it settle into place. Next I rolled up the stockings, they were so silky and soft, it felt sublime to stretch and pull them all the way up. The matching suspender belt was quite wide, but aided the illusion of my waist being narrow and naturally framed my crotch and ass perfectly.

The top finished off the 3-piece, a little larger than my usual, but having to contain the silicone mounds it needed more support. But the little openings at the front allowed the fake nipples to extend through and covered enough to ensure they looked as real as possible. I also had a pair of gloves which would have to wait until just before the show. There was something unspeakably sensual about wearing them along with everything else, they heightened every touch and given that I was already leaking precum, I would need to dial down the horniness until the show began.

Adding a pair of my finest and highest heels I gave myself the once over standing in-front of the full length mirror. I flushed as I took in my reflection, I had done so much better than I ever imagined, I was by no means perfect, there were some male traits which would be impossible to hide without surgery. But I looked damn good, and more than anything I felt ready to see this to its conclusion.