The Sugar Baby

Loving It

The next month flew by for Danny. Following the makeover, he had been increasingly expressing his femininity, even without prompting from his sugar daddy.

He wore women's underwear at all times under his boy clothes, to constantly feel the rush of the feminine.

When he was at home in his room, he would spend time practising makeup or styling his hair, sending pics to his sugar daddy. 

He resented the fact that he had to take off his makeup and clean the nail polish off his finger nails when leaving his room so that Ruby didn't find out about Danielle.

He'd started to fully embrace the femininity he'd been born with. He used to hate his body, but now he saw that it was a blessing in disguise. 

The whole experience was still very confusing for Danny.

He didn't know why he liked it so much. It was very clearly about so much more than the money at this point. He could have stopped talking to his sugar daddy long ago. Could have stopped sending him pictures. Could have thrown out all of his feminine clothes, his makeup, his accessories. But he didn't want to.

He tried not to question it. Tried not to ask what that meant about him. About his gender. His sexuality. But he couldn't completely escape those questions. They always lingered.

The other day he'd seen Ruby bend down in the kitchen and saw he breasts practically falling out of her top, but he felt no stirring in his pants. He thought about Ruby on the beach in her bikini, and felt nothing. He was still excited to go to Australia, but more for the idea of a holiday than the chance to ask out Ruby.

That had been why he'd started all of this, but he wasn't sure it was why he was carrying on.

As the month went on and Danny started to embrace his femininity more and more, and embrace his relationship with his sugar daddy more and more, he started to reap the rewards.

Before long, his wardrobe was full of fancy designer clothes and accessories. He had two Prada handbags, a pair of Christian Louboutin heels, the finest makeup brands, and the most up market high quality sexy underwear a girl could wish for.

And the beauty of it was, it was all paid for by his sugar daddy.

Danny still wasn't sure why he liked all of this stuff so much. He was a guy. Wasn't he? Why was he so happy to own expensive handbags and designer shoes and fancy makeup. He didn't know why. All he knew was that owning these things did make him happy. It just felt right.

One day he received a message from his Sugar Daddy.

"What is your address. I'd like to send you a gift? xx"

Danny was nervous. He'd shown his sugar daddy his face before, that ship had sailed, but this was maybe a step too far. He'd never met the man, and giving out his address was maybe too big of a risk, despite how close they'd become. Instead, Danny gave him the address for a PO box where he could send gifts.

A few days later, he received a notification about a package that had been delivered, and he raced to his PO box to find out what it was. Once there, he noticed that the box was that of an expensive jewellery brand, and he ripped it open eagerly. Sat there was a solid silver necklace that read 'Danielle'.

Danny looked at it and admired the opulence of it. It felt and looked expensive, and he couldn't wait to try it on. He quickly unclasped it and placed it around his neck. Feeling it on him felt amazing. It was a reminder that even if he wasn't dressed up, he was still Danielle. She was always a part of him.