Live Nudist Reaction Not Clicbait

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Lucille stared at the screen for a long time. The girl on the window labelled 'Webcam' stared back. She looked the same. She had the same brown hair, the same half ponytail, the same round eyes, the same button nose. But she was not the same girl.

The girl on the screen was Lucy - the name she called herself online, the name she streamed with. Lucy was a fake name, Lucille was her real one. Lucy loved talking about herself with the friends and strangers who made up her chat, Lucille could barely get words in during conversations. Lucy would smile and put on a show, Lucille was the one whose social battery needed to recharge afterward.

Lucille took a deep breath. Lucy started the stream.

...

"Hey everybody! It's the girl with kaleidoscope eyes! LucyintheSky!"

Her welcome screen faded out, the music getting mixed with the sound of her voice as the whimsical royalty-free track she'd always used wrapped up. It was a practiced motion by this point to launch a stream, wait a few minutes for people to gather in the chatroom, and then to properly begin so she wasn't just talking to empty space for a few minutes every time. But there were a some things today that made her stream different.

For one, she had not announced this stream before starting it. She went live with the title 'Reacting to Niche-con!' with no prior warning. Lucille had not been online much for the last few days - not since Niche-con last week.

Typically, the week after Niche-con was the busiest week of a streamer's life whether they were a large channel promoting themselves using their recorded antics at the event or a smaller channel trying to track down the others they spent their time with to stay connected. But Lucille stayed offline for this week as she couldn't bear to risk seeing certain pictures of herself that may have been taken. All made worse by the fact that through the whole thing, she was wearing a nametag with 'LucyintheSky' on it.

holy shit its really her

She's real? I thought N.TV hired whores.

viral marketing works lol

Her gaze glanced down to the corner of her second monitor. It took a while for her brain to register what she was seeing - the number didn't reflect what she normally saw. Nor did it reflect what she was prepared to see. She had expected the stunt 'LucyintheSky' pulled might have attracted a few extra viewers, but even though her stream just started that number was well over one-thousand.

"Wow, there are... a lot of Diamonds here today!" Lucille tried to play dumb as to why this was.

"Oh, for those who aren't familiar, fans of this channel are called Diamonds." She pointed to herself. "I'm Lucy. The channel's 'LucyintheSky'. You're all Diamonds. Get it?"

She chuckled to herself for her pun. Even after a few years, she still found it clever to point out to newer viewers. Of course, new viewers were usually counted in the single digits - maybe a dozen if she was playing something popular. She had never streamed to over one thousand viewers before, although introducing herself to a thousand people versus ten felt the same.

"I haven't really been online for the last few days," Lucy began. "I was just kinda burnt out and stuff after... After Niche-con."

She still felt awkward acknowledging Niche-con, but knew it would have to be done eventually. Still, the words caught in her mouth now that that event was associated with her little stunt.

oh she brought it up

Lucy was at nichecon? I dont follow socials.

TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AGAIN

User was muted for 6000 minutes.

"Yeah, so..." Lucy swallowed. "I was at Niche-con last weekend. I went for the whole three days, actually.

"I wonder how many people knew that? Most people probably only saw me on the last day since that's when I was, you know... Walking around."

Lucille's face was all smiles, but beneath her desk her hand was squeezing her knee so hard her knuckles were white. It wasn't too late to shut down the stream and pretend it never happened, was it? She could just shut down the computer, keep her socials muted, and then curl up in a ball for the rest of her life.

But there was something wrong about that. What she did, she did for a reason. Even if that reason was something she still didn't understand. If she just pretended that day had never happened, then did that make the entire thing pointless? That was almost worse than the alternative.

"But yeah, so, uh..." Lucille was never great at speaking - the subject matter today made it no easier. "Like the stream's title says, today I am going to be reacting to Niche-con!"

are you even allowed to show that

ban speedrun incoming

I'm out of the loop. Why are there so many people here?

"The first part of the stream is going to be pictures I took myself, but after that I'm going to be scrolling through some of the hashtags about the event. So if you have any videos or photos you wanna share, go ahead and post them online. Oh, and the hashtag I'm using is in the description of the stream, so you can find it there if you click 'show more'."

The difference between her demeanor and the way her chat was hyping themselves up was obvious - so obvious that continuing to ignore it was only making it more blatant. She was worried that people were going to think she was doing it to be a tease. The truth was that she could barely make herself do it.

So why was she still going? Lucille was so focused on reading her chat and setting up the files for her stream that she didn't have the time to think about this. Perhaps that was on purpose.

The first picture Lucille pulled up was a normal selfie from outside the venue with the convention center in the background.

"This is from the first day of the event. Or maybe it was the second.

"The convention center looks really cool from the outside, I really loved the way it juts out into the harbor so you can see it from like half the city. I had one picture that was just the building, but then I realized that it looks like every other picture of the building that you can get on a postcard.

"So I took this one to prove that I had been there. Well, that and the line to get in was super long. I think I was out there for like, maybe two hours?"

she's dressed in this one?

NUDES WHEN?

User was muted for 6000 minutes.

awkward angle lmao

"This next photo," She started, then took a deep breath and started again. "This next one is from shortly after I got inside. I'm showing off the badge I got with my username."

Lucille took careful note of her outfit for the first time. It was as simple as clothing got; A plain white tank-top with a sports bra underneath for comfort. Jean shorts that went a bit past her knees. Tennis shoes, and the same faded green backpack she'd taken to school so many years ago. When she picked out that outfit, it was purely functional - something that could be worn for a long time in a hot room with a bunch of people walking around.

"I think if I ever knew I would be wearing my username as a badge I would have picked something shorter." She tried to joke - totally unaware if the joke landed or not. She could barely stand to watch her chat. "But it still felt really cool to have on. Like I was a part of something."

Lucille proceeded to click through a few more photos from her trip, most of which were just of different booths that looked neat, some art she liked (but not enough to buy) and one or two blurry images of live concerts she saw. Overall it wasn't a great slideshow, but most people were playing along well enough. Although that was probably because of the bans being handed out by a few of the long-time chat members she'd elevated to moderator status.

"So that wraps up the first two days of Niche-con," Lucille choked back a nervous sigh. "I didn't really take any pictures of the last day at all because of... you know.

"But I'm going to check on my hashtags now to see if there are one or two that I can talk abou -

"Oh my God!"

It was the first time Lucille had opened her social media feed since last weekend. Part of her was expecting to see a few dozen photos of her, part of her was expecting the account to be banned. But another part of her had dreaded a third option - that her stunt had reached far further than she ever expected it to. The sheer number of unread notifications proved that the third thing had happened.

As it turns out, the notification icon capped out at 999 new messages. She felt her hands shaking.

"So - that - that - I, uh..." Lucille let out an awkward laugh as the number appeared on-screen. "That is a lot of notifications. Let's start at the beginning."

She clicked her notifications and saw the point where her feed had left off. It was a picture taken by her friend, Penny, while they were at one of the live concerts together. The background was a wave of penlights of the same color, illuminating the edges of her face as she looked up at the stage with a blank expression.

"This picture was uploaded by my good friend, Penny." Lucy pointed at the black-haired girl at the corner of the picture. The girl's long, black hair was messy from a tough day selling her work in the artist's gallery - and the multiple pins along the straps of her backpack as well as the rolled-up posters sticking out of it showed exactly what she'd spent that day's money on.

"Make sure you follow her channel, too! That's pennysLane over in the Art section. She does a lot of chill drawing streams and has kinda the same tastes as me."

penny is hot

When does she start stripping?

that band was awesome!!

"Anyway, this was from the second day of the convention." Lucille moved her mouse around the screen a bit as though it were a laser pointer. "The big concert on Saturday.

"The penlights are all pink, so this was the finale. If you've been watching this channel for a long time, then you know how much I love that song, and you can really see how awe-struck I am from my expression."

Lucy waved the cursor around her own face a little bit to help tell the lie. But Lucille knew better. She knew what that expression really was - it wasn't awe. She had spent two days at Niche-con hoping to meet with her fans, make new friends, do some networking, and ultimately have a great time embracing her hobby of streaming.

Instead, she was a bystander - one of the tens of thousands of faces in the crowd that didn't matter at all. Just some plain girl gawking at people much happier than she was. The only 'fan' she met up with was her friend Penny - an art streamer who she'd met in college (in person, not even from her channel) - and even she was more of a contemporary than a fan. Both of their streams hovered around the twenty to thirty viewer mark, not where Lucille's stream currently was at...

"Five thousand!" Lucille gasped. "I mean...

"Wow! Five thousand viewers? Thanks so much, Diamonds! I never thought I'd get so many people in here at once."

Lucille was astonished that she managed to speak that last line without her voice cracking. The one-thousand mark had been blown by before she could fully register the accomplishment as they'd gathered in her stream's waiting room. It was enough to make her forget why they'd all come here in the first place.

But she would eventually need to deliver on what they wanted. Nobody actually cared about the girl's vacation photos from the first two days - they wanted to see more of the stunt she pulled on day three.

Day three... If the photo she was looking at right now was from the end of the second day, that meant that the very next one...

Lucy scrolled up. Lucille gasped.

It wasn't a profane photo at all, but a landscape shot of the sun rising over the harbor. She had forgotten about this moment until just now. But as soon as she saw it, the memories came rushing back.

"I took this picture shortly after I showed up on Sunday," Lucy started. "And the reason I took it was... I guess nothing.

"I don't mean nothing like there was no reason, I mean nothing as in 'nothing' had happened. You know?"

was she naked at this point

DUDE, spoilers

nice boat

"The first time I started streaming, it was on a total whim," Lucy looked at the digital sunset, smiling. "I don't even think I had any viewers, but I still talked out loud as though people were there. It felt nice having somebody to talk to, even if that person was nobody.

"I've never really been popular, and I've never really gone out of my way to make friends. I thought that when I went to Niche-con that I could network or chat or meet people, but I just hung out with the person I already knew.

"I mean, Penny is nice and all, it's just that... I've been streaming for over two years and I've never had more than about thirty people watching at any time. And I know it's my fault. I never really go on social media and try to promote myself to new people. I don't chase trends, I don't do clickbait and all the other algorithm-pleasing stuff that new channels are supposed to do. It felt cheap, like I was selling out.

"And then I saw all the people who did those things. I saw creators from big channels who had mobs of people following them around and I saw big groups of friends that had gotten bigger from Friday to Saturday and I realized that I was choking myself by being so... so boring!"

stop monologuing and strip

did we get click-baited

Obviously, she's not actually allowed to show the pictures from that day. It's against ToS.

"So that's why I went into the bathroom and I..." Lucille swallowed, took a deep breath, and let LucyintheSky take over.

She clicked on the next image, which filled the parts of the screen not obstructed by the cropped webcam of her own face. She didn't have to read her chat to know exactly what the reaction was - her peripheral vision could see the text racing.

BOOBIES

she's actually showing everything??

lmao whoever said she wasnt showing is a dork

It was the last thing Lucy had done before shutting off her phone's notifications all those days ago. A quick picture of herself she had taken to mark the point of no return.

It was a picture of Lucille - no - LucyintheSky standing outside one of the restrooms in the convention center. She was wearing her usual faded green backpack over her shoulders, the tennis shoes she'd been wearing for the last two days, a clean pair of white ankle socks, and a laminated badge that said 'LucyintheSky' in bold, legible letters on the front.

Besides all of that, Lucy was completely naked.

"So this is from when I... This is from when I did the thing."

The word 'stripped' or the word 'naked' seemed to avoid her saying them. Lucille struggled to find a polite way of expressing herself, but failed in the second regard.

"I feel kinda silly, now," Lucy giggled out the words. "I mean, the whole thing was just super spontaneous. One moment, I'm watching the sun rise on a Sunday. The next, I'm butt-naked in the middle of Niche-con.

"If I had planned this as a stunt or some kind of way to get attention, then I would've done more to present myself, you know?"

Lucille winced at the naked picture of herself. The camera angle was high up, ensuring that all of her body was visible from the top of her head to her shoes. The strap from which her nametag hung was hugging one breast and hanging limply out of view, as though the picture was taken mid-swing. Her stomach bulged out a little bit, not due to fat but because she was slightly hunched forward and not focused on sucking it in to look 'sexy'.

She had stood in front of one of the bathroom mirrors practicing how she would 'present' herself once she exited, trying out different postures and trying to flex her abs a bit to get her a skinny, sexy look. But when she realized that there were several hours left in the day, she also realized that there was no way she could possibly keep the muscles flexed that long and resigned to as natural a look as possible, even if it wasn't very sexy of her.

And the final bit of evidence that the entire thing was unplanned had to do with the mess of light-brown hair between her legs - far from a jungle but clearly not hair that had been given a lot of love or attention. Lucille only ever shaved her pubic hair before trips to the beach, and she hadn't been to the beach in months. Now everybody would know that about her.

PUBES CONFIRMED

wow shes super pale

OOOOHHH MY GOD

"So this isn't right after I got naked," Lucy lamented. "I actually walked a little ways like this before I thought to take the selfie - I think maybe from the bathrooms on the second floor to the hall just before the big room in the middle.

"I actually think it took me like half an hour to walk that far. Okay, it was probably more like two minutes. I don't know for sure, but I remember taking super short steps and only looking straight ahead."

Despite it being so long ago, Lucille could remember that slow, naked walk in extreme detail. The chill of the air conditioner on her skin, the stares of every single person walking in the opposite direction. Nobody seemed to believe what they were seeing, a few even looked around for hidden cameras or a film crew.

"So after I took that photo, I uploaded it online and then turned my phone to airplane mode." Lucy held her phone up to the webcam. "I have not turned it back to normal or gone on social media until just now, so everything after this is from pictures other people took of me."

Lucille scrolled up. And up. And then more. And she looked at the backgrounds in each photo and saw that all of them were of the first entry hallway - nearly 30 images of her naked body being paraded through the crowded convention center and she hadn't even made it out of sight of that bathroom.

Most of the pictures were of her from behind - not a terrible angle compared to the alternative. Her old backpack covered most of her body and her long hair kept her shoulders mostly out of view. But her bare butt was completely out there, the cheeks squeezed together tightly due to the nerves she was feeling. Lucille didn't remember being that tense at the moment, but she also didn't remember so many cameras. Then again, if all the pictures were of her butt, how would she?

Does she ever take off her shoes?? I wanna see her feet!

disgusting foot freak

dont shame him

I'm a girl, actually.

Profuse apologies, fair Madam. I was clearly out of line for my insult. Your fetishes are of your own concern.

foot girl are you single

"So uh," Lucy kept scrolling until she could see a different background. "I think the first place I went after I took my clothes off was the gaming section.

"There were a bunch of cool things announced at the con and since it was the last day, I thought the lines for early access would be short. But they really weren't, I remember that part of the convention center being super crowded."

Lucille remembered the real reason she went to the gaming section first, and it had little to do with hype for upcoming games. When she first walked out into the main room, hundreds of people stopped what they were doing and began to stare, causing a traffic jam as those behind them collided and then began to stare at the nude woman as well.

She clicked through the next several moments of her life, nearly one hundred pictures of her naked body from different angles. Every so often she would catch one that had her bright-red face visible, her eyes unfocused as though she had stood up too fast. In one picture, she'd be looking down so her hair was covering her face, in the next she'd be wide-eyed and looking at the camera of somebody who'd whistled loudly.