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 be...

“32K!” Sophie said. “What?” Rob asked. “32K,” she said, with quiet excitement. “That’s what the fitting woman said… like, that’s what size bra I should look at.” “Oh, Soph,” Rob said. “Wow, that’s, uh…” “Amazing, right?” she nearly whispered. “Are you okay?” Rob asked. “Why are you whispering?” “It’s fine,” Sophie said. “The fitting lady is just over there, I just… well, I don’t want her to hear how excited I am. It’s sor...

Sophie was depressed. Her first semester was only just beginning, but she had pretty much decided that college wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She had entered university life full of expectations about an exciting new life, one full of parties, new experiences, and new friends that shared her interests. If maybe those interests were a little on the nerdy side, so what? Surely at college she would find people like her,...

Sophie woke up the following morning, still totally clothed, on top of her sheets. The first thing she did was check her account, to make sure that she hadn’t dreamed the previous night. Pulling her laptop onto her lap, she lay back, stunned, as she looked over the numbers. There was $709.00 waiting to be transferred into her account. Overnight, she had gone from zero to 551 followers. And there were messages upon message...