I work as an office lady at a health equipment manufacturer.
My job is in the development and design department, where I design the basics of products.
...That said, since it's a small company, we start by imitating other companies.
We design walking machines cheaply and sell them at a low price.
There are two sections, Section 1 and Section 2. Section 1 is for the general public, but Section 2 mainly designs health goods for women.
Mainly related to beauty and dieting.
Naturally, the department is all women.
Everyone is always like friends, so we can work happily.
The general workflow is to quickly buy hit products, try them out, make improvements, and sell them.
There were also designs for products that shape the bust or change the color of the nipples.
To verify the effectiveness of products sold to the general public, I have to be the test subject.
Such embarrassing work always became my job as the lowest-ranking member.
Therefore, first, photos are taken before using the equipment.
In other words, photos of my original bust are taken.
Of course, they don't show my face, so only close-up photos of my chest were taken.
A senior who had done it before told me, "It's embarrassing, but everyone goes through it once."
(Since everyone is a woman, it's embarrassing, but it can't be helped, and no one will know who it is...) I thought, and had my photos taken. A few days later, photos were taken after using the equipment to compare before and after.
Originally, my bust was slightly outward, and my nipples were dark brown, so when I became the test subject for the nipple color-changing equipment, a senior laughed and said, "It's just right."
It was really embarrassing.
There was almost no change before and after using other companies' products.
The cream that was supposed to change the nipple color seemed to slightly lighten the color, but the equipment to shape the bust hardly changed anything.
After a while, I had to use our company's developed product.
I was made a test subject again.
Of course, I had photos taken before using it again.
After a while, one day, I had to go on a sales call with the sales department manager and a senior subordinate.
We really wanted to secure a contract with a major distribution manufacturer, so they wanted someone involved in the design to be present.
I had no experience in sales, but I reluctantly wore a suit and went on the sales call.
The company we visited was huge, and we were shown to the most beautiful room at the far end of the conference room.
There were many people who seemed important sitting there, and the atmosphere was very tense.
The manager immediately started explaining.
He was explaining various products.
I was casually watching, but my eyes were drawn to one point.
In the back pages, there was a photo of a bust I recognized in the materials.
I immediately realized it was a photo of my bust, and my face started to turn red.
After a while, the manager picked up the photo materials and started explaining.
"With other companies' products, the difference between before and after use is this much, but with our product, you can clearly see the effect. Our developer, Jane (referring to me), was the monitor," he said, looking at me.
I was blushing bright red.
Why does this person know such a thing?
No, why is my naked photo being used here?
Various thoughts ran through my head.
The gaze of the people from the other company all focused on me at once.
When I was stammering, "Uh, um," someone from the other company asked, "Is this your photo?" and I answered, "Uh, yes."
I was so flustered that I didn't know what to do.
Then the manager offered a lifeline, "Jane, could you explain this?"
I thought, whatever happens, happens, and said, "This is a photo after applying another company's cream, and this is our developed product. As you can see from the photos, the difference is clear," and stepped back, saying only contentless things like a student's report.
After that, the manager seemed to be following up, but nothing reached my ears anymore.
In my head, I thought that everyone here and everyone in the company had seen me naked, and I felt so frustrated and embarrassed that I was about to cry.
When I returned to the development department and told my boss and colleagues, a senior laughed and said, "That photo is supposed to be of an external person. The manager must have mistakenly said it, and you took it seriously."
It turned out to be my misunderstanding, and I felt very frustrated.
After that, I thought that maybe not just the sales department, but the whole company had seen that photo.
I told my mom about it and she laughed, but I can never tell my dad or boyfriend...
