The babydoll dress and all of the other outfits that the Los Angeles boutique sent me were quite chic and cool, and I had a lot of fun carefully hanging them up in my closet when the shoot was over.

The vibe of the collection was kind of a wild girl look mixed with innocent waif, and I knew that my video was going to do well, even before Zamora had gone to her room to edit and upload it.

Of course, nothing can compete with the popularity of a swimsuit video, so I didn't have too many expectations for the new video.  However, I was pleasantly surprised to see it do almost as well as the swimsuit video.  Furthermore, my channel was getting a lot of subscribers, and the comments were coming in by the hundreds.

It was at that point that I knew that my life would revolve around doing things in front of the camera for the foreseeable future.

As my videos started to heat up on social media, the weather also did, too.  It soon began to be difficult to keep hiding in my baggy sweatpants and hoodies, especially on warm, sunny days.  Despite being completely naked underneath my clothes, I could feel sweat trickling down between my breasts, and it was quite an unpleasant feeling.

Logically, I should have started wearing my growing collection of chic and fashionable clothes, but I found myself stubbornly resistant to revealing my identity to everyone on campus.  If the professors or my fellow students found out about my channel, there'd probably be a brief flurry of attention, and then I'd be yesterday's news.

Truthfully, the longer it went without anyone discovering my identity, the more I began to relish having a secret double life.  In front of the camera, I was this dashing, gorgeous, confident clothing model.  But on campus, I kind of liked being the quiet girl in the back.  Not having to deal with all that bullshit let me keep up with my studies. 

I had to go through several sticky, sweaty days before I finally changed my on-campus outfit to an old T-shirt and a pair of overalls that I think had once belonged to my grandfather.  The new outfit didn't cover me up like my old one did, but I let my hair hang down over my face whenever I went somewhere on campus, and nobody ever paid me the slightest bit of attention.

The overalls were a pain in the butt to take off whenever I had to go to the bathroom, but I really liked the roomy pockets.  The pocket on the right side had ripped at some point, so it was pretty easy for me to slide my fingers through any time I wanted to touch myself, which was starting to be more often.

Somehow, the thrill of doing something naughty like that right there in class would prompt me to do it, even though I knew I should've been taking notes, instead.  But I couldn't really stop doing it, especially when I found myself getting really turned on.  If I didn't do something to relieve the pressure, it would just continue to build and build until I couldn't concentrate on a word that my professors were saying.

It was around this time that the offers from various clothing companies started flying in, and soon, Zamora found herself in the position of having to turn down offers.  In a giddy daze, we browsed through dozens of different clothing websites in order to judge which ones we thought were cute enough and flattering for me to wear during a video.

Then, one day, a box came in downstairs for me, and it was covered in Japanese writing without any English other than my name and address.  

"Woah, check this one out," said David, as he plopped it down on my bed.  "I think this is, like, Chinese or something."

"Oh, it's definitely Japanese," I said.  "Don't you ever watch anime?"

"What?  That weird cartoon stuff?  No thanks," said David, the earnest look on his face causing me to smile.

"Well, open it up, and let's see what it is," I told David.

A moment later, he had the box opened, and I saw him pull out what looked like oversized tank tops, each one a different shade of bright neon hues.

"Hey look, there's also a note," said David, and I jumped up to snatch it from him.

Written in a very precise form of penmanship, the note said, "Greetings beautiful supermodel Lucy.  We are Asahito Fashion Super Shop, and it would be our divine honor if you would model (show off) our clothes for $1000.  For this honorable purpose, we send five (FIVE) of our most popular model fitness shirt.  For best and acceptable results, wear fitness shirt above bare skin.  Your happy sponsor," and then it was signed by three different people at the bottom.

"It's gym clothes," I said, mostly to myself.

"You'll definitely get noticed, wearing those at the gym!" said David, a cheerful smile on his beautiful face.

"I think I know what I'm going to wear on my next video shoot," I said with a grin.