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It was so weird, peering through that little hole, watching the critics look at my belly with those scrutinizing expressions of theirs. Quite intimidating actually. Here I was, revealing a very private part of myself, and these people were trying to figure out whether they liked it or not.

I started to sweat, not only from the pressure of the situation, but also from having to tense my muscles to stay put. Also being cooped up in a little black box, under blazing hot lights wasn't helping any. With great difficulty I stripped off all my clothes while trying to keep my belly in place without it moving.

This was my peephole, which was about the diameter of a little finger. Even though I'm looking through this hole, you can't see my eye.