Julie's breakthrough

I'm Julie, preparing for the comedy competition. I'm full of energy and excitement because the $2000 prize money means a lot to me as a student. I'm wearing a tight, low-cut top that accentuates my breasts and a pair of skimpy shorts that show off my long, slender legs. My curly black hair falls wildly over my shoulders.

I sit in front of the large mirror and apply intense make-up with skillful fingers. My lips are painted a seductive red and my eyes are highlighted with smoky eye shadow. Not overly flashy, so you could also mistake it for my natural look. As I moisten my lips, I taste the sweet flavor of my lipstick.

I take a deep breath and walk to the center of the room to practice my stand-up routine. My sexy voice fills the room as I talk about sexual adventures, taboo topics and provocative jokes with cheeky ease. The sound of my own voice excites me and I can feel my nipples erect under the tight fabric of my top.

As I prepare to enter the stage, the organizer reminds me of the rules: Everyone has 5 minutes. And nothing to wear. A shock runs through my body and I can feel my heart beating faster. I hadn't read the conditions of participation to the end and now my inattentive behavior is taking its ****.

I am overcome by a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. Embarrassment, shame and insecurity fight against my curiosity and the thrill of doing something so taboo. My mind tries to weigh up the consequences.

I wonder how it will feel to stand naked in front of an audience, how their eyes will take in my exposed breasts and naked body. I feel the heat between my thighs as I imagine how they will stare at my intimate zone and admire my naked beauty.

The thought of my body being put on display awakens a mixture of fear and excitement in me. My planned program starts with the words: "Imagine I was naked."