Elizabeth beamed. “I got some good news!”
Teresa looked up from her bowl of cereal. “Did that girl give us a really nice tip on our last video?”
“I mean yes but that’s the second piece of good news,” Elizabeth said.
Teresa cocked a brow. She didn’t speak but instead motioned with her spoon for Elizabeth to continue.
“I got an email from some clinic in Vancouver. Apparently, there’s a surgeon starting up there who wants to pluck me from the Montreal waitlist,” Elizabeth went on. “You know, for… bottom surgery.”
Teresa grinned. “That’s fantastic, babe.”
She stood up and came around, leaning against the back of Elizabeth’s chair.
“Wasn’t even aware that there was a surgeon in Vancouver who did that kind of stuff,” Teresa said.
Elizabeth shook her head. “Me neither but they’ve provided me with a whole lot of stuff to read.” She smirked. “Even better she’s willing to cover our flight to Vancouver to go in for a consultation.”
Teresa whistled. “That ain’t cheap.”
“Guess surgery isn’t an easy thing to break into,” Elizabeth responded. “Especially a surgery like this.”
She hummed and clicked on a URL which brought her to a page for a clinic called Evergrove Gardens. It had the build of a basic clinical website full of smiling doctors and staff. There were a few tabs at the top, including one which showed photographs of successful operations.
Though Elizabeth didn’t have the courage to click on this tab quite yet.
Instead, something hit her, a feeling, and she couldn’t help but frown.
“Is something the matter?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth hummed. “Just hit by a random bad thought.”
“What kind of bad thought, kitten?” Teresa prodded.
She reached down and gently placed a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder before reaching up and scritching at the side of her neck.
Elizabeth couldn’t help but purr, feeling a little anxiety bleed away.
“Just thinking about our business venture is all,” she said.
“Like if we can survive going without content for a couple of days?” Teresa asked. She then shook her head. “I’m sure we could build up a little bit of a backlog and post it slowly throughout our trip.” She snorted. “Not like I’m running out of ideas on how to fuck you.”
Elizabeth flushed at the comment.
“It’s not that…” She bit her lip and tried her best to will herself into speaking.
Though the words proved painfully elusive.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to talk about it, babe,” Teresa cut in. “I know that bottom surgery is really scary.”
“No, no, I…” Elizabeth sighed. “I’m worried that our porn will lose appeal if I get surgery.”
Teresa pursed her lips. “Ah.”
“Like you aren’t ignorant about some of the usernames that are subscribed to us, right?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’m not,” Teresa answered. “Awful lot of people with trap, sissy, futa, and dickgirl in their usernames.”
“And how will that fair for our long-term channel growth if I suddenly get rid of my dick.” Elizabeth shook her head. “Plus, how would we even manage a channel while I’m recovering. That’d be like a whole year without content.”
“It would be hard,” Teresa admitted. “But you can’t let the channel dictate something like this, babe. Like we only made four-hundred-dollar so far this month. I wouldn’t hold off on a surgery that would improve your quality of life for that kind of money.”
Elizabeth frowned and continued to scroll through the website, scanning the page. Though in reality, she was picking up on little information. It was just a wall of soft colours with words that she wasn’t in the right state of mind to read.
She gritted her teeth together. “I just don’t want to lose out on this babe. I think we’re actually going places with this and it’s the best job I’ve ever had.”
“Same.” Teresa sighed. “It has been a pretty sweet gig so far, hasn’t it?”
“Customers respect us,” Elizabeth said.
Teresa nodded. “And we have the ability to tell those who don’t to fuck off.”
“I just don’t want to go back to working retail and I really don’t want to see you go back to working at that shitty restaurant.” Elizabeth shook her head. “Like when’s the last time you got a patron who tipped you a hundred-fifty bucks.”
“Maybe once during Christmas,” Teresa said, snorting.
They lingered there in silence with Teresa still scritching at Elizabeth. Though the gesture had lost some of its affection.
“No harm in going in for a consultation,” Teresa offered, finally breaking the silence. “Not like you're committing to the actual surgery just yet.”
Elizabeth nodded. “I suppose that’s true.”
“Plus, who knows, maybe we’ll finally get UBI out of this plague. Then we won’t have to worry about making money,” Teresa teased.
“Wish for the impossible and you’ll end up disappointed,” Elizabeth rebutted, though there was no heat behind her words.
Teresa smirked. “Well one of us needs to be optimistic.” She drew away and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder. “I’m going to take care of some things around the apartment. If you need me, just call, alright?”
Elizabeth nodded. “Alright.”
With that, Teresa drifted away, heading towards their closet full of cleaning supplies.
This left Elizabeth alone with her computer and the webpage for a clinic that could possibly better her life by an incalculable amount.
She sighed and went over to the tab full of successful vaginoplasties, hoping that her dysphoria wouldn’t be too intense.
Teresa groaned. “An eight in the morning flight, are you fucking kidding me?”
Elizabeth nodded. “Apparently the doctor wants to do their consultation at noon.”
“And when are we going back home?” Teresa asked.
“The doctor gave us a couple of options,” Elizabeth said. “Either we can fly back the same day, on an evening flight, or we can fly back Monday if we’re willing to cover the cost of our own accommodations.”
Teresa hummed, tapping a finger against the table. “That might give us a pretty good opportunity.”
“What are you thinking?” Elizabeth asked.
“West Coast does have a pretty decent number of content producers,” Teresa offered. “Maybe we could consider mixing business into this trip.”
Elizabeth bit her lip. “Do you think any of them would even be interested? Like we’ve only just hit two thousand followers on Twitter, babe. We’re not exactly famous or anything.”
“I mean there’s one easy way to find out,” Teresa said. “When does the doctor need a reply?”
“End of the day, tomorrow,” Elizabeth said.
“Make a post on our Twitter and see if we get any hooks.” Teresa shrugged. “If we get something good then we can go for the Monday flight. If not, then we can do the in and out.”
Elizabeth nodded and tabbed over to Twitter. “Sounds like a plan.”
“I think we got one,” Elizabeth said.
Teresa looked towards her from the counter. She stopped chopping through the bell pepper she’d been working on, pausing tonight’s dinner.
“Anyone cute?” she asked.
Elizabeth hummed. “It’s actually a production studio. They’re called Ladies of the Night. Have you heard of them?”
“Oh! Yeah, I have,” Teresa said, beaming. “They’re a pretty big BDSM studio. Specializes in making content with women for women.” She then blinked. “They want to work with us?”
Elizabeth nodded. “Apparently they saw the video we made recently. Said they wanted to pair us up with one of their actresses and do something kinky.”
“I can do kinky,” Teresa teased.
Elizabeth quickly googled the studio and went to their website. It was a pleasant combination of dark purples, blues, and blacks, like the night sky at twilight. She clicked on the confirmation that she was eighteen and soon a series of pictures came into view, showing off beautiful actresses engaged in all sorts of kinky stuff.
There was a photo of a woman hung from the rafters, entangled in a series of complex ropework. An intense shibari that would’ve put her and Teresa’s previous video to shame. Her body was taut and tense with the bondage giving her sparsely any room to budge. Thick strands of saliva clung to a ball gag that filled her mouth, dripping onto the floor.
The sight of it was enough to stir something within Elizabeth, getting her little hen hard. She stiffened in her chair and blushed.
Yeah, these girls knew what they were doing.
The next photo showed a woman bound to a chair. The focus of this scene seemed to be on the tens unit that was attached to her core and thighs. A transparent plastic bag hung over her head and was cinched tight around the neck. She looked half-crazed, panicked, though her Dom looked calm and in control of the situation.
“This is some pretty hardcore stuff,” Elizabeth whispered.
Teresa chuckled. “Some of their stuff can be, yeah? I don’t think they’d make us do anything we were uncomfortable with though. Personally, I vote that we work with them. But it’s up to you.”
Elizabeth nodded. “God this is really hot.”
There was a small video of an older woman clad in latex. Her complexion was dark, pairing well with the purples and blues of her shinny attire.
Over her knee was a younger woman with purple hair. She was naked except for a collar.
The mature woman slapped her ass again and again, clapping a rubbery palm against her hindquarters and making it redder and redder with every single blow. Even with the volume off, Elizabeth could practically hear the smacks.
Elizabeth squirmed in her chair, looking up at Teresa.
Her girlfriend was watching her from the corner of her eye, bearing an amused little smile.
“Are you getting worked up?” she asked.
Elizabeth bit her lip. “Maybe a little.”
“God, you’re so adorable,” Teresa said. “You know that, right?”
She came over and drew up behind Elizabeth, peering over her shoulder.
“Any other bites?” she asked.
Elizabeth hummed. “A few channels that are around our size want to do collabs. Mostly from other trans girls. Though there were a couple of cis producers who seemed interested in collabing with us. Including…” She swallowed a lump in her throat. “A couple of dudes.”
“Eh, I don’t know if I’m really in the mood to experiment with boys while we're down there,” Teresa said. “Bless those problematic bi lesbians but that isn’t my cup of tea.”
She smirked while Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the comment on her identity.
“Well, there are a couple of cute boys in existence,” Elizabeth said.
“And if you want to fool around with them, I don’t mind sitting out for a video,” Teresa teased. “Could use the time to work on my Twitch channel.”
“I’ll consider it,” Elizabeth replied.
She continued to scroll through the Ladies of the Night webpage.
“God, I wish we could do something like this,” Elizabeth murmured.
Teresa snorted. “Well, the good news is that they’ve just invited us over to do something exactly like this, hun. We could do something like this next weekend if you’d like.”
“They’re so pretty,” Elizabeth whispered.
“And so are we,” Teresa added. “I think you need to realize this, babe, but people want our bodies.”
Elizabeth had never really thought about it before. She knew people were subscribing to her, she knew people were simping for her, she knew that over two thousand people followed her on Twitter. But it hadn’t dawned on her that those people who actually, and legitimately, wanted to fuck her.
The concept made her blush.
“So, we fill one night with these guys, maybe take one night to see the city, and then we fill another night with another of the actresses who are interested in us,” Teresa offered. She reached over and rested a hand on Teresa’s shoulder. “Anyone on the shortlist of people that you want to fuck?”
Elizabeth nodded and flipped over to another Chrome browser with a few tabs open. Each was either a Twitter or an OnlyFans account. Slowly, she tabbed through them.
“God women are so pretty,” she whispered.
Teresa grinned. “Hell, yeah we are. Isn’t it great being gay?”
“It really is.” Elizabeth sighed. “Now I haven’t roved every piece of content these people have created but the first couple seem to be into kink while the later peeps are more vanilla.”
“I wouldn’t mind dabbling in something a little more vanilla,” Teresa suggested. “Especially after we’re going to get our shit fucked by Lady Artemis and her crew.”
“Lady Artemis?” Elizabeth asked.
“That black goddess from Ladies of the Night who was dressed in all that latex,” Teresa answered.
Elizabeth smiled fondly. “God, she was so hot.”
She went over to one of the later tabs, picking out a nice redhead with plenty of freckles. She looked absolutely radiant in her profile picture, just the ideal selfie.
“She looks good,” Teresa commented, nodding for Elizabeth to scroll down.
Elizabeth did so and suddenly both of them deadpanned.
“Well, I’m glad we know what her asshole looks like,” Teresa quipped.
“Was that a whole fist in there,” Elizabeth whispered, her voice more than a little shell shocked. “That was a whole fist, wasn’t it?”
Teresa snickered and patted her on the shoulder. “I guess we have something to work towards before we head out to Vancouver.”
“That’s only two weeks away!” Elizabeth whined.
“Then we better start,” Teresa teased, heading back towards the counter.
Sorry a bit of a filler episode to get us onto the next arc.
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