***CAMGIRL MEMOIR 21 - WARDROBE MA LFUNCTION*** **2019** I..

***CAMGIRL MEMOIR 21 - WARDROBE MA LFUNCTION***

**2019**

It's Friday night and the clock shows it's 8pm. I just finished my make up and from my mirror reflection I can see my closet filled with short, tight and sexy clothes that I can't wear outside the house. I enter the shower to wash off my body exfoliant/hydrating treatment, and add tanning lotion to my already sun kissed skin (gotta keep that glow) after patting myself dry with the towel.

Now it's time to pick my outfit. On my bed I have a few option to choose from. Dresses and skirts are fun to dance in but booty shorts are cheeky.. tough call.

I pick the lingerie of the night, a red lace thong with a stylish red top that I bought separate, but it still matches perfectly. A very short little skirt, a sexy cropped top, black thigh high stockings and high heels. I look in the mirror and see the top button of my shirt hanging for dear life under my cleavage...
**"Perfect!"** - I think, it's always a conversation starter.

I set extra lingerie and sexy pieces like gloves and different stockings nearby so I can change my clothes for fun during the show. Now, all I need before going live is a water bottle. I open my bedroom door to rush to the kitchen and witness my mom watching brazilian soap opera in the living room, with her eyes closed (she does this a lot lol).

***"Okay mom! Going to work now, bye!"***

She opens her eyes halfway:

*"Ok, love! Good Luck!"* - and closes them again to keep watching TV.

My heels clack as I rush back into my bedroom. I close the door, stop for a second thinking how bizarre it is to tell your mom goodbye and say you are going to work as you walk into the bedroom wearing visible lingerie, and laugh.

One deep breath later, I give my outfit a last look in the mirror and log into the website.

The live starts and I walk back to show how I look tonight while moving to the music. Not even 8 minutes go by and my chatroom is number 1 for "most viewers" in the website I worked at. It was effortless at that point. I just had to show up and have a successful night.

The first 4 digit tip comes in, along with a surprising request:

***"Hi queen! You look amazing tonight. Can you show me your yoga pants?"***

🤡

There goes the outfit planning of the night...

Hah Don't get me wrong though. I did love Mr.Vogue. He always tipped well for public chat "Fashion Shows" and it was good content. At the end of the night I always had a gigantic pile of clothes to take care of... the seamy side of the job.

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Mr. Los_erPig11 always popped up during these shows. It's like he had little antennas that captured what I was streaming every night. His request had been the same since 2016:

Mr. Los_erPig11 tipped 200 tokens and left a message: ***"Please, Goddess! Let me buy one of your us.ed panties"***

I wasn't sure about the idea of sending clothes with my DNA to strangers. Plus, someone had showed me it was actually illegal to do it in some States. However, his loyalty and persistence won me over eventually. It had been 3 years of generous requests after all...

**"Ok.. I will send you a pair for $100"**

***"That's a lot Goddess but I will do it, can you send the ones you are wearing right now on Tuesday?.... Can you wear them until then?"***

That would be 3 nights wearing the same panties.. bleh and I don't even like to wear panties most of the time.

**"Ok it will be $300..."**

***"Thank you, Goddess"***

No further comments.. friends don't judge.

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Tuesday afternoon I walked into the Post Office feeling very shady. The guy handling my package behind the counter had no idea what was inside the hard box. He flipped it around like something was off:

***"Wow it's very light... What are you sending?"***

My face blushed.

**"Oh.. My friend forgot a bikini in my house so I'm mailing it back."**

At this point I'm sure he was picturing my friend "Steve" wearing a bikini at Miami Beach with me, but decided to not ask further questions.

***"This is the return address you want?"*** - He pointed at the fake address I wrote down on the front.

**"Y..yes"**

The package was supposed to arrive in 2 days.

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5 days later Mr.Los_erPig11 showed up again:

***"Hi Goddess did you ever send the panties? When will they arrive?"***

**"Yes, you can check the tracker I sent you."**

***"Oh Goddess I'm so sorry I sent you the wrong address. Oh no I'm such a lo.ser. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Goddess?"***

I check the website: "Package was mailed back to sender"

Facepalm.

**"Are you serious? I asked you to double check...The sender address wasn't even my own"**

***"I'm so sorry goddess I'm a los er. Are you going to yell at me on Skype?"***

Yeah...

Mr.Los erPig11 had a k1nk for p i s sing me off and he exceeded at it.. save the name.

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R.I.P. person that checked the returned mails that week.