Juliette discovers there is a market for pictures of undies, upskirts and changing room videos. And as long as it does not show her face, she’s open to suggestions.


I was just trying to clear some old clothes from my wardrobe using a popular selling app. The innocent girl in me never suspected there was more to the myriad of buyers readily snapping up my old clothes.

I mean, I list them up cheap. $2 – $5.

Those clothes have been sitting in my wardrobe for the longest time and rather than donate them away, I might as well try selling them on the cheap.

A few bucks here and there adds up to quite a sum eventually.

I started with everyday clothes that I no longer wear, shorts, t-shirts, singlets and a few dresses.

Some are faded with age, some of the prints are falling off but they still do the job of covering your body if you get what I mean.

Every weekend when I come back from my Hall in Uni, I will spend a couple of hours going through some of the stuff in my wardrobe. I told myself if I put up 10 pieces of clothing every weekend, it will definitely provide the much needed relief for my poor wardrobe that has been with me my entire life.

Sometimes if I’m in the mood, I will put the clothes on, take a picture of myself in front of the mirror, minus the head of course, then I’ll post it up on the platform.

I kept my face out of view for a very simple reason actually. I know I’m going to feel embarrassed if my friends know the among of junk I’m hoarding. Not exactly portraying a good image for my future boyfriend if you get the drift.

I would say I model about half of the clothes I put up. And on average, I sell about 6-7 pieces a week. Decent pocket money for a poor tertiary student.

It’s inevitable that the weird and funny questions started coming in after a while. There will be people asking me if I sell my underwear and bras, some asked for my worn socks. One even asked for my worn sanitary pads, can you believe it?

In fact, they always message asking for bras and underwear that I frequently wear, offering to pay sky high prices for them if I was willing to meet up and remove them in person.

I always ignored them all and just report these pranksters.

Good bras and underwears don’t come cheap ok!

And any girl can tell you finding a nice bra with a good fit for your breast is like hitting the gold mine. Everyone’s body is different and the bras out there are mass produced for a standard fit base on size. Sometimes getting the right size doesn’t mean it’s a comfortable fit, sometimes if it is a comfortable wear, it makes your breast look weird against clothes.

No amount of money will make me give up my stash of comfortable and decent looking bras I tell you.

As for underwear, the idea of selling someone something I wore over my privates is just plain yucky.

I mean, come on. It’s disgusting.

It’s a piece of cotton I use to cover my privates, or one I use to hold the pad where my menstrual discharge goes. Why in the world would you want something like that?

I rejected all manners of weird request, even if some of them came from my most regular supporters. Men who buys up all my old clothes hoping I will accede to their weird fetishes.

Then one day, someone proposed something different. Perhaps I was in a frisky mood that day, or perhaps I’m just feeling naughty.

I just ended a lecture and I’m walking back to my hall with a cup of bubble tea in hand. Hugging onto my laptop, I was chewing onto the brown sugar pearls when I saw a notification pop up on my phone.

Someone is interested in getting a sports bra I put it for sale. It’s brand new with tag by the way. I thought it was a good fit at the shop but after coming back home, it didn’t feel right when I tried it on again. So I put it up at 10% off the regular price.

Instead of opening a message with a potential buyer asking for further discount, I got a message with an offer like never before.

‘I’ll pay just for a photo of you in this bra. Body only, no face.’

I stopped walking by the pavement and reread the message.

Usually I will ignore weird requests like these but perhaps it was the heat that day.

I decided to reply the message.

‘How much?’

And before I knew it, I was tumbling down the rabbit hole, not knowing how deep it goes.


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