My boobs freely out in the open, I shrugged my way into the yellow crop top, which was probably a size too small for me.

I looked down, worried that my nipples were going to be poking through, but the fabric was thankfully thick enough for that not to be a problem.

"Wow, you look great, Lucy!" said Zamora.  "Now do your walk.  I am filming now."

Taking a hard gulp, I did my best model walk around my dorm room.

"No!" cried Zamora.  "What is happening?  Walk normally like you did in the last video."

"I just keep thinking my boobs are going to pop out.  It's making me nervous," I said.

"Are you crazy?  If your booby pops out, we will just film again.  Now, go do it again, and this time, lift your head up high and show me confidence," said Zamora.

And that's just what I did.  I started repeatedly telling myself, "You can do this!" as I sauntered and strutted around the room, not giving a damn who could see my boobs or whether the tiny crop top looked too slutty or anything else.

"Yes!" purred Zamora, and I could feel a current of confident, calm, sexy energy course through me.

Affecting that haughty, disdainful look that all supermodels seem to have, I told Zamora to keep filming me as I did another circuit of my dorm room.

"That one was even better, Lucy," said Zamora, and I felt a rush of delicious heat on my skin.  

"Okay, what outfit next?" I said.

"Let's go with the white boatneck tee and those tan pants," replied Zamora immediately.  

This time, I didn't even hesitate as I pulled off the yellow crop top and then slipped into the white boatneck tee.  In fact, I didn't even look down to see if my nipples were poking through, either.  I was just feeling too good to worry about those things or anything else.

Pretty soon, Zamora and I fell into a rhythm, and I got used to the way my breasts felt as they moved freely under my clothes for the first time in my adult life.  Somehow, I'd always been a bit ashamed of my breasts, but now, I realized that they marked me as a real woman, and the energy of that felt absolutely fantastic.

When my catwalks were all done, Zamora asked me once again which outfit had been my favorite.  And once again, it was the outfit that Zamora had chosen for me first.

"Oh Lucy, I hope you realize by now that I am very good at dressing you," said Zamora.

All I could do was blush in response as I changed into the yellow crop top and white shorts.

Once I sat down on the bed amidst the pile of clothes, Zamora approached me and gently lowered the top of the shirt until it was just cresting the tops of my breasts.

"More cleavage, eh?" I said with a smile.

"Shh, no laughing.  It is time to film your reviews," said Zamora.

"All right," I replied, and then we went through my personal review of each one of the items that the clothing company had sent me.

"Okay, want me to upload it?" I asked Zamora after we had finished.

"No, I will upload it," said Zamora as she rose to her feet and began switching off all of the lights.  

"All right," I said as I got back into my old sweatpants and T-shirt, which felt surprisingly baggy without my bra.  "Let's hope this one does better than the last one."

"Oh, it will," said Zamora as she turned to leave my dorm room.

Within one hour, my second video had over 1,200 views.