"Just look over here, Mika—that's right, just like that, let's see that pretty smile!"
Mika was sprawled across a small cream-colored loveseat that fit her prone form only because of her meager stature. Giving an impatient little kick of her feet, Mika flipped her long black hair over one shoulder like she'd been taught, and then obediently turned her head to the eager photographer, her small body propped up by one elbow. Lying on her side like this, with one leg draped over the other, the child looked far more erotic than she had any right to—every bare inch of her skin exposed save what was covered by a thin white stripe of cotton on her chest and a pair of tight-fitting floral panties on her bottom. As the photographer circled around the couch, snapping picture after picture, Mika felt a blush rising to her cheeks. This was only her second photoshoot, and she still found it pretty embarrassing to have an adult man she barely knew so close to her while he photographed every inch of her almost naked body. The talent scout who first approached her parents at a dance recital had told them if Mika wanted to enter the industry at such a young age with no prior experience, her best bet was starting out as a junior idol and doing some lingerie shoots for popular gravure idol magazines.
Even though she knew this was the best way to make it big as an idol, Mika couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips when the photographer crouched down beside her and began taking close-up shots of her lower body. He paid particular attention to the place between her legs where the fabric was the tightest and the slightest hint of camel toe was visible to be photographed. "Is everything okay, Mika?" the director asked, motioning for the photographer to stop.
"Y-Yeah. Sorry, sir, I'm just not used to being stared at so much is all..." Mika responded softly, appreciative of the director's intervention which allowed her to collect herself.
"That's quite alright, I think we've got what we need for this set. How about you take a little break and then get changed into your next outfit? This one'll be a schoolgirl outfit, so maybe you'll have more fun?" The director gave Mika a smile, and she was grateful he seemed to understand the reason for her outburst.
"Okay, thank you, sir!" Getting to her feet, Mika walked off-set to her dressing room and plopped down in the armchair beside her wardrobe. While she recovered from her earlier ordeal, Mika's eyes drifted over to an outfit set aside from the others—presumably for her to change into before the next shooting. It was a pretty standard schoolgirl uniform: a white top with a navy skirt and stockings, completed with a matching blue book bag, and a red tie. While it was certainly less embarrassing than being half-naked, Mika still felt a twinge in her stomach at the prospect of dressing up in a uniform that so closely resembled the one she put on every morning and having countless pictures taken in it.
Shaking her head, Mika stood from her chair and walked over to the carefully laid out outfit, noticing the matching set of underwear and bra beside it. She didn't see why she needed to change out of her current underwear, but wanting to do as was obviously expected of her, Mika grasped the underside of the cloth garment around her chest, pulling it over her head and removing her panties shortly after. Worried that her hairstylist would be arriving any moment, Mika made haste in donning the schoolgirl outfit—complete with the new pair of panties and training bra. Sure enough, a moment after she started to fumble with her red tie, a gentle knock on the door caused Mika to start.
"Come in," she responded after a moment's silence. The door creaked open, and much to her surprise, the man who entered was not Mika's hairstylist, but the director. "Oh, h-hello, sir," she stammered.
"Hey, Mika, I just wanted to check on you before we get started again, because you seemed a bit upset before." He took another step forward, pausing when he noticed the young girl's hands clutching her tie. "Allow me," he said, closing the remaining distance between them and placing his hands over Mika's. She quickly withdrew hers, allowing him to take his time fastening her tie. "It's normal to be nervous before these things; I'd be worried if you weren't," he continued. "How about I do your hair instead of the usual woman, so we have some time to talk—just the two of us?"
Swallowing a little at his closeness, Mika nodded, allowing the director to finish putting her tie in place, and then watching as he took a step back to study her. The director rubbed his beard as he admired her slender form, drinking in the sight of a petite body almost too young to have any real curves. Once he was satisfied with the fit of her outfit, he led her to the sole chair in the room, which he promptly occupied. "There's not anywhere else to sit, and I'd have a rough time doing it standing, so is it alright if you sit on my lap while I do your hair? It shouldn't take long; we're going to go with a simple pigtail on each side, so all we really need to do is give you a quick brush." Not seeing any other option, Mika gave a little nod, letting the director wrap an arm around her waist and slowly pull her onto his lap.