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— Alright, — Jessie started, holding the phone with one hand while the other gripped an old rusty 32mm wrench. Her breasts pulled uncomfortably against the tight shirt, her nipples clearly pressing through the thin fabric, but she tried not to think about it. She’d chosen this T-shirt herself for today’s stream, and honestly, it wasn’t even the worst part of all this. — Today I’ll show you how to properly clean the fuel filter on an old John Deere, so it doesn’t squeal like my haters in the comments.
She smirked at the camera, trying not to show her irritation. Even though the smile looked confident, inside she was boiling with anger and shame.
— Alright, my mechanics, — Jessie continued, raising the wrench slightly. The metal glinted in the evening sunlight, and her fingers looked way too slim, almost fragile, even though she tried to grip the tool like a man. — Cleaning the fuel filter on a John isn’t exactly women’s work, huh? — She let out a dry chuckle, winked at the camera, but cut herself off sharply when she noticed the viewer count spike. Already over twenty thousand.
‘Twenty thousand assholes,’ she thought, knowing damn well that every other one was watching not for the tractor, but for her tits.
— I see the comments, I see them, — she went on, after setting the phone down to film her actions, glancing at the screen now and then to make sure the angle was right.
“Jessie, lean in closer, can’t see the filter 😏”
“Tits like that—and on a tractor? Where’s the justice, for fuck’s sake.”
“Wish you’d clean my filter, babe…”
She clenched her teeth, grabbing the wrench, trying to keep her hands steady. She hated these streams with all her heart and hated what she’d become.
— Fucking psycho, — she muttered through her teeth, leaning toward the filter. Jessie grimaced as every curve of her new body reminded her yet again—she wasn’t Jake “Bull” Henderson anymore. She was this chick with tits and a waist, squeezed into jeans and a tight shirt.