A few days later and a few hundred text messages back and forth, I finally managed to patch things up with Zamora.

I repeated several dozen times that Becca was just my roommate, and that I really valued spending time with Zamora, and that she meant much more to me than my roommate whom I rarely ever even saw, her being so dedicated to her boyfriend, et cetera.

It was easy for me to be patient with Zamora because my new swimsuit video was taking off like a rocket.  Every hour, the view count climbed steadily.  Within a day, the swimsuit video had collected more likes and shares than all of my previous videos combined.

Zamora's skillful editing and my newfound courage to proudly strut those outfits through their paces was definitely a winning combination.

Yet, to my surprise, I still hadn't been recognized by anyone on campus.  I guess it was because I kept wearing those baggy sweatshirts and hoodies.  Indeed, it kind of felt thrilling to know that total strangers had seen me half-naked, but the people around me only saw my voluminous old clothes.

One time, in between class, I went into the bathroom, and I watched my swimsuit video in one of the stalls.  I know it sounds kind of vain, but honestly, I was turned on, watching that video.  And I might have even touched myself a little.  

The best thing about wearing baggy clothes is that it makes it really easy to let your hands roam underneath, touching and pinching and playing with any part of your body.  And it's especially easy when you're enjoying the no-bra life.  In fact, I had a feeling I might be graduating to the no-panties life soon as well.

Why not?  Why should I have to wear all those restrictive undergarments?  Whose sensibilities were being offended by having my breasts move and jiggle around?  Isn't my body and the way it moves natural?  And good?  It is only in the minds of perverts that the beauty of a woman's body is always, always, sexual.

As for why watching my own video turned me on, I think it was partly the fact that so many people were looking at me.  It made me feel cool and edgy and very, very beautiful.  And not just beautiful on the outside, but also on the inside as well.  A very sticky, wet inside.  

No!  In all seriousness, I could see it in how my model walk was getting better as I paraded each swimsuit around my room.  And Zamora's lighting design had really paid off.  Not only was I well-lit, but my skin had a very nice, healthy glow to it.  Sometimes, I could barely believe that I was the girl in the video.  She looked and carried herself like a badass goddess.