You sat beside Jen, a teasing smile on your lips. “So, (Y/N) is going to be wearing the lingerie, and I’m excited,” Jen said, her excitement matching your own. You giggled, feeling a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Devin, the producer, handed you the first set of lingerie, and you laughed nervously before walking behind the curtain.

Standing in front of the mirror, you felt a little self-conscious. At 5’6", you were taller than Jen, something you often hated. You didn’t love your stomach, and your feminine figure made the fact that you were taller seem even more awkward. Self-confidence had always been a struggle for you. The first set was a sheer white nighty, barely covering anything. It highlighted your breasts but also drew attention to your stomach. You hesitated before slowly drawing back the curtain so only Jen could see.

Jen’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly parted as she took you in. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze never leaving you. You giggled nervously, instinctively trying to cover up. “No, no, baby, let me see you,” Jen urged softly. With a hesitant sigh, you let your arms fall, allowing her to look at you fully. Her eyes roamed over you, and you could see the genuine admiration in them. “God, you’re gorgeous,” she chuckled, her voice low and full of warmth. Jen stood up, walking over to you. She gently traced her fingers along your collarbones, a soft smile playing on her lips. Sitting back down, she spoke to the camera, “So fucking beautiful.”