Oh yes

Ami felt worse than ever. Green didn't feel like "her color". Green hair shouldn't really be anyone's color for hat matter, too vibrant and eye catching for her taste anyways.
How good it would be to sit at home and hide from the world under a blanket in front of her TV. No such luck unfortunately as Haruto made it quite clear that she were to go to school and showcase her new look for everyone to see. One might wonder why Haruto cared how Ami spent her days, she was only a tool for his financial gain after all. That was exactly it, simply dying the hair was far from the customers' only intent. They wanted her out there, experiencing the discomfort and humiliation of standing out unwantedly.

Ami was of course not made aware of this particular detail. If she had, there might've been less of a struggle on her part as she knew it was for the sake of her "fans". If they wanted her out and about she'd gladly comply if it meant getting that much desired attention. Precisely the reason Haruto didn't disclose the details of the request to begin with. Like that wasn't enough, he also took the liberty to sneak photos of her over the course of the day when she looked the most awkward and out of place.

Following the end of the day, the pair had scheduled another session to take photos. It was a commission, though the patron had agreed to them posting the photos for all their supporters to see, unlike the very private ones snapped by Haruto earlier.

Today's session is to be more racy than the relatively stale reveal of yesterday, though that's not to Ami's knowledge. Her first indicator was the setting. For the first time in her life, Ami would be having a boy over. With both of her parents working late there was no fear of being caught or interrupted. The second signal that this session would be different from the others was the blunt suggestion that she dress down to the nude. It wasn't as much a suggestion as it was a command, though the tone and phrasing made it sound as such.

The first couple of minutes went by fine. Ami was a tad **** to pose completely nude, exposing her mosquito bite-sized breasts to the world. Her mood was however on the brighter side all things considered.

Her mood showed quite prominently on her face as she posed to the best of her abilities on her bed. The whole vibe wasn't exactly what Haruto was going for though. The whole point of the shoot was to wrap up the day in a way that corresponded to how she'd been feeling throughout. The only way he saw that happening was to give her the opposite of encouraging words.

"I didn't realize it before, but you really don't have ANY tits. And jeez, that hair. It really does look as awful as I imagined it would.."

Ouch. Ami was aware of all of these things, but hearing it said out loud still hurt.

"I.. I- D ...d-d- on't..."

Try as she might, she couldn't express the words. She wanted to protest Haruto's ****, tell him off. She found herself completely unable to however, the words choked in her throat as she tried to pronounce them. She'd had that stutter for as long as she could remember. What? did she really though? There were conflicting memories of herself being able to articulate her thoughts in a clear manner, yet at the same time she could vividly remember having grown up with a chronic stutter that her parents never bothered to address. The memories of her stutter quickly drowned out the other memories and with it, her suspicion that anything was off.
Instead of speaking up, as if she'd ever dare voluntarily start a conflict, she gave in to the crippling anxiety and kept her mouth shut.

Not yet sure if he'd shut her mood down enough, Haruto further instructed her to get on the floor for the remainder of the session. There was also an accessory he wanted her to wear to properly cement not just her role in their "partnership", but what he thought of her as a person.

That was more like it. The light in her eyes from earlier had fully been extinguished. Not only had her mood completely tanked, a lonely tear could be spotted running down her cheek. Had this been a regular photo shoot that would've obviously not made the cut, but her reaction was pretty much spot on for what was requested.

Haruto was expecting some great feedback on today's work, not to mention the potential new requests. Looking down at the anxious girl, his eyes practically turned to dollar signs.

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