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Sophie had spent a few hours preparing for her second stream. Rooting through her bags of new clothes, she struggled to find the perfect outfit, repeatedly going back to her laptop where she had saved a folder called “Outfit Ideas.” Inside the folder were photos of gothy outfits that she had downloaded for reference, which itself had taken hours. The problem was that once she had started to do some research, she hadn’t been able to stop. The folder had over a hundred photos in it, and she wasted time practically drooling over the girls, unable to believe that with a little hard work she could look just like them.She hadn’t ever given much thought to the fact that she liked girls just as much as guys. Until recently, she never imagined she would be of much interest to anyone, no matter their gender. Sure, she had crushed on both boys and girls in the past, but there was always something in the back of her head, telling her that any kind of relationship was a fantasy. She was just too shy.But in the last few days, ever since she started her new “job,” and ever since Rob had started his project to make her more confident, that shyness had begun to melt away. And with it, she started to fully acknowledge just how into women she actually was. Scrolling through outfit ideas, she tried on combinations of new clothes, knowing that the next step was to start making herself up like the girls in the pictures. Heavy eyeliner, black lipstick… with some excitement she started an Amazon wishlist, knowing that she could mention it during her next show and that at least a few of her fans could help her out.After that, she’d need to get her hair done. Her straw-brown hair just wasn’t enough, and if Rob wanted her to be the kind of girl she now knew he liked, she’d have to dye it, maybe get it cut differently than she ever had. But what color? Pink? Purple? She wasn’t sure. Scrolling through outfit ideas, her mind raced with excitement.And soon, the excitement got the best of her. Sophie’s searches began with phrases like “alternative outfit ideas,” and “casual goth girl outfits,” slowly progressing towards “goth lingerie,” and then, “goth Ataşehir Escort NSFW.” Laying out all of her new clothes on the floor and bed of her dorm room, she tried to mimic the girls she saw in the photos, trying out poses, experimenting with various states of undress. Maybe I can be a little bad in my next stream, she thought. The idea made her feel faint. And if that doesn’t seem right, I can get my Instagram account password from Rob, and post some of these there. After all, she only had a few photos on her Insta, and her thousand followers would need content if she wanted them to stay loyal.Slipping into one of her new underwear sets, a high-waisted, black, lacy pair of panties and a lacy bra with a print of skeleton hands, she stepped in front of the mirror. Her huge breasts were barely contained, soft flesh spilling over the cups of the bra. It was so strange, she thought, that the goddess-like body she saw in the mirror was hers. How could I have ever let this go to waste? She mused, squeezing her chest with one hand, and absentmindedly letting the other slip beneath the waistband of her panties. I’ve been so good for so long, but… why? This is so fun! Rob is right, I should be showing myself off, making people happy, getting famous. Sophie’s fingers slid into her slit, parting her pussy lips and lazy exploring the dampness there. I look so sexy. I should send a few photos to Rob. She reluctantly let go of her chest, searching her desk for her phone. Finding it, she got down to her knees, spread her legs, and took a photo. Inspecting it, she frowned. Even though she loved her new clothes, and finally loved her body, she felt she wasn’t ready until she had gone “fully goth,” as she pictured it. Which required her to get her hair done, and learn some makeup tricks. Her hair was not even close yet, and her glasses still screamed “nerd.” Sighing, she sat down in front of her computer, oblivious to her hand still playfully resting between her legs. She typed in, “goth girl porn,” and slowly fingered herself to a video of a tattoo-covered girl having sex with a blonde girl wearing Ataşehir Escort Bayan an innocent-looking dress. Maybe I can get a tattoo. I wonder if Rob wants that.But there was another problem: Sophie hadn’t heard from Rob since the day he helped her with clothes shopping. And while that had only been one day, she would have considered that a long time even before he became her “boss.” She fretted, wondering if she would hear from him before her show, which was scheduled for 8:00. Without his help, she was still nervous about what she would wear, how she should act, and whether or not she was allowed to read the messages on her profile. To try and relax, she sped her fingers up, trembling as her legs began to become numb. The goth girl on the screen had put a strap-on on, and was bending the innocent girl over a bed. Sophie spread her legs, breathing harder, the smell of her own pussy reaching her nose causing her to fuck herself faster. But as quickly as she had started, she stopped. What if Rob didn’t want her to cum yet? I would hate to meet him at the airport this weekend and not be as horny as he wanted me to be.Her body still buzzing, she patiently closed the porn window and forced herself to get ready for her show. She finally picked out an outfit to put over her underwear: a pair of black cotton shorts and a skin-tight t-shirt decorated with a pair of smiling half-moons. It was simple, and not quite as extreme as she would have liked, but she felt as if it would be better to ease into things. I have a whole career ahead of me, she figured. It’s just like Rob said, I have to let my fans watch me transform. She wondered what she might “transform” into. An actress? An internet star? The clock slowly ticked towards 8:00, and she brushed her hair back and put her elf ears on. She checked her phone what seemed like every two minutes, but still, no Rob, even when she sent him a photo of her outfit, her boobs straining against her t-shirt, playfully distorting the half-moons. When 8:00 came, and she signed in, the streaming lobby already had nearly three hundred people in it. She Escort Ataşehir stalled for five minutes, reading the chat room, still feeling her body buzzing as she waited for instructions from Rob. “is she real? she hasn’t come online yet.”“check her instagram @so_sofy… fucking unreal pics”“sophie plz log on im so ready”“she’s actually an awesome gamer”“any1 else edging? The clock passed 8:05, then 8:10, and still Sophie waited, sitting on her bed with the camera framing her upper body, her controller on her lap. Meanwhile, the guest count passed three hundred, and the chat was getting restless. Finally, when she knew she couldn’t wait any longer, she noticed a message from someone named GraveyardGirl99: “Rob says go ahead, you’re going to do great!” Sophie was struck with a wave of fear. GraveyardGirl? Is Rob with… a girl right now? She searched her memory, remembering him mention a friend he made while Sophie was away. Rob can’t have a girlfriend, she reasoned. He said he wants to fuck me. But there’s something I don’t know, and he hasn’t talked to me all day…Trying to stay calm, she tried to reason with herself. Rob is still giving me directions. Directions through some other girl, but… he’s still my boss. And he wouldn’t spend all this time getting me ready and helping me just to ignore me. He must be planning something. And I have to be a good girl for him.Sophie took a deep breath, and tried to push any worry out of her mind. Putting a big smile on her face, she clicked, STREAM, and her image popped up on the monitor, her nearly impossible chest filling half the screen.“Hello, everyone!” she said cheerfully, waving a free hand and holding her controller with the other. Immediately, the chat exploded. “omfg.”“literally a goddess… I knew u were real”“sophie follow me back, I saw your first stream.”“jerking it already!!”“grade A girl right there, literally marraige materiel” “Welcome back to all of you who saw my first stream!” she said happily, savoring the flood of comments. “And for any newcomers, I’m Sophie, I’m eighteen and we’re playing ElfTome. Obviously, I love RPGs, and since this is my first playthrough, I’m playing as an elf version of myself.” She gestured towards her fake ears.“I didn’t get very far last time, still in the first stage since it was my first ever stream. Hopefully, we’ll get to see more gameplay now that I’m out of the intro dungeon. Here’s my character, created with some help from my fans.”
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