The Sugar Baby

Acceptance

It was now the end of Danny's first month as a sugar baby. What had started as a simple scheme selling feet pics to get to Australia to impress Ruby had turned into so much more.

Now, Danny spent every day chatting to a man and sending him pictures of him in various items of clothing and women's underwear.

It had got to the point where Danny waited for messages, almost with excitement. Speaking to his sugar daddy had become such a regular and constant part of his life. It was a part of his life that he craved, and he was uncomfortable with why this was. 

Of course there was the money. That was the main motivation, and he would be due another £2,000 soon for the next month. 

But there was something else. 

Danny was at first repulsed and disgusted by the femininity of his body. Horrified at how easy it was to make him look so girly. All it took was a dress. A pair of women's pyjamas. And you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

But now he saw this as an asset. He was starting to embrace his femininity more and more. Embrace the way his body looked, and use it to his advantage. He felt powerful, and confident. More confident than he'd ever felt in his life. Unfortunately this confidence came when he was assuming the persona of Danielle.

He was growing to love Danielle more and more, and the constant compliments and affirmations from his sugar daddy only deepened this connection he felt to his alter ego.

It was at the end of this first month that Danny received a request from his sugar daddy. It was a request he was expecting, but one that he was particularly nervous about.

"Hey sexy girl. So it's been a month now and I still don't fully know what you look like. Before I commit to another month of our relationship, I need to see your face. Please send me a full body picture. I'd like you to get your hair and makeup done and wear a new outfit for me. I will send money for the makeover xx"

Danny stared at the message with mixed feelings. One part of him, the part that was Danny, was mortified. Makeup, hair, showing his face. It all felt very nerve wracking. This isn't how it was meant to be. It was meant to be some simple pictures of some feet.

The other part of him, the part that was the source of his confidence, Danielle, felt excited by the opportunity. This was a chance to let Danielle shine. To really show how confident and powerful he could be. 

It was a dilemma. He had enough money to go to Australia. The ticket was paid for. The first £2,000 of sugar baby money would more than cover the activities and food and clothes. It was unnecessary to be greedy. To go for more money. 

But money was no longer the main motivator for Danny. He couldn't imagine life without his sugar daddy. Without him talking to him. Without him complimenting him. He tried to ignore what this meant for his sexuality. He tried to remind himself why he was doing this. It was all for Ruby. All for a woman. All because he liked women. He was straight. He'd never questioned that before. But he struggled to reconcile that with the fact that he was enjoying compliments from a man. What did it mean?

Before he could query that thought too much, Danielle reared her head, and his mind was made up.

"Send the money daddy, I'll send a pic tomorrow."

Danny sent the message and shortly after a notification popped up on his phone.

"£500 transferred into bank account".

He smirked, and starting googling local hair salons.