The product reviewer

It had been two weeks since Dawn's 21st birthday, and the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of her modest flat, pulling her gently from sleep. She blinked against the light, her heart already fluttering with nervous excitement. Today was her first day at her new job, not quite what she had imagined for herself, but a job nonetheless.

She sat up in bed, stretching her petite frame and yawning, the tension of the past few days still clinging to her shoulders. At just five feet tall with hazel eyes and jet black cropped hair, Dawn had always felt overlooked. Where her friends had grown curvier and more confident through their teens, she had remained boyish and slender flat-chested for years, only reluctantly buying her first padded bra at eighteen.

Even now, at twenty-one, Dawn wore oversized jumpers and loose jeans, hiding what little figure she had under layers of fabric. Her friends teased her for dressing like someone’s conservative aunt, but it was easier than confronting the mirror. She hadn’t worn a skirt in years. She didn’t even bother shaving her legs, who would be seeing them, anyway?

Her roommate Polly, on the other hand, seemed to live in the mirror. Tall, busty, blonde, and unabashedly sexual, Polly was the kind of girl who could make men beg with a glance. A new guy seemed to appear every weekend, and more than once, Dawn had been jolted awake by the rhythmic creaking of Polly’s bed or her breathless gasps as she reached orgasm. Dawn would lie there, pillow over her head, heart thudding but not entirely in annoyance.

They were both final year of teaching, one year away from having their own classrooms. But Dawn’s plans had begun to unravel. Two weeks ago, her father had been laid off and tearfully told her he could no longer support her financially. Rent, food, books it would all fall on her now.

****, Dawn applied for every part-time job she could find. Most had long been snapped up by other students. Eventually, she stumbled on an unusual listing:

“Young adult female needed for product testing. must be Flexible. Work from home and out doors. Applicants must be open-minded and reliable.”

It was vague, but the pay was good. To apply, she only needed to submit a photo. A quick scroll through her phone revealed nothing usable just group shots, most of them drunken. In the end, she settled on a picture from a night out with Polly. Polly’s cleavage dominated the frame, but Dawn liked how she looked in the background tipsy, flushed, almost… pretty.

A few days later, she got a reply. She had been accepted. Her first in person orientation was today.

The industrial building was nondescript grey, a little grimy, tucked into a part of town she didn’t recognize. She buzzed in and was buzzed through, stepping into a wide space that looked more like a warehouse than an office. Workers bustled past her with sealed boxes. She approached reception, gave her name, and received a plastic name badge. She was told to wait.

A few minutes later, a man and a woman approached. They were older the man tall and wiry with sharp features softened by an oddly gentle smile. His badge read Tim. The woman beside him was plump, short, but carried herself with surprising poise. Wendy, her tag read.

They stopped in front of her. Tim looked at her, then back at Wendy with a faint frown.

“You… look a bit different from your photo,” he said.

Wendy flipped open a folder, scanning the image. Her tone was dry. “Looks like we’ve been catfished.”

Dawn’s stomach clenched. Her cheeks burned. “I—please. I really need this job. I’ll do anything. I’ll work hard, I promise.”

The two exchanged a glance. Wendy shrugged. “Very well. Follow us. But be aware this won’t be easy.”

Dawn trailed behind them into a small, windowless office. A soft hum filled the silence. Tim turned, his voice low and deliberate.

“You’ll be testing our products and providing full reviews. Written feedback, minimum 1000 words, ideally closer to 5000. We also require photographic proof to verify proper usage.”

Dawn blinked. “Photographic?”

“Yes,” Wendy said. “We need to ensure authenticity. After all… we’ve already been misled once.”

“I didn’t mean to mislead anyone,” Dawn murmured.

Wendy’s tone softened, just a touch. “It’s alright, dear. Now, off with the clothes, please. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

“What?” Dawn gasped. “You want me to… undress?”

Tim sighed. “If you’re taking photos as part of the reviews, we need to know it's really you. No more catfishing. Simple verification.”

Dawn’s thoughts spun. This had all moved far too fast. But she needed the money. She needed the job. Heart pounding, she slowly removed her jumper, her t-shirt, then her jeans. Left standing in a dull grey bra and panties, she felt utterly exposed.

Wendy gave a small, sympathetic smile. “Underwear, too, please.”

Swallowing hard, Dawn reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slipped away, revealing her small breasts and hardening nipples. The panties followed, falling to the floor. Naked, ****, she covered herself instinctively.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That is some bush.”

Wendy gave a short laugh. “Proper seventies. Alright, you can dress.”

Dawn fumbled her clothes back on, cheeks flushed crimson. Aside from childhood doctors and her mother, no one had ever seen her naked before. It was humiliating and strangely exhilarating.

Tim left the room. Wendy handed her a sheet of instructions.

“You’ve got the job. Once a week, you’ll receive a product. Full review, as discussed, and high quality photos of usage. Once verified, you’ll be paid. Your reviews and images may be used in promotional materials, so keep that in mind.”

Tim returned carrying a sleek, plain box. He handed it to Dawn.

She looked at it, confused. “So… what exactly am I testing?”

Wendy smiled, eyes gleaming. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Dawn opened the lid.

Her jaw dropped.

“Sex toys.”