Chapter 1: Introduction
I was 25 when this story starts. I had just moved out on my own after leaving the abusive piece of shit baby daddy, with whom I accidentally conceived my daughter. He put up a big stink of course but when the dust settled he was nowhere to be found. Which was great because I didn’t want him influencing our daughter any more than he had but also meant I was stuck at home a lot.
I didn’t have much extra money and did not really have any help with my kid. I am also an extrovert by nature so I was often very bored and lonely at home. I had friends over occasionally but my friends and I were still really young so they often were out partying. Sure, guys were willing to come over for sex but I tried to minimize the amount of people who around my daughter.
So what was a bored, lonely, and extroverted girl to do with her time? Well I decided to try streaming on Twitch. I didn’t have the money for a gaming PC or any other sort of new console so I just streamed in the ‘Just Chatting’ category - my apartment neighbour even really good Wi-Fi and gave me their password. I chose VoidGirl as my Twitch handle without too much thought.
Mostly I just chatted with people while doing chores or such things after my girl went to bed at night. I worked at a grocery store too so every now and then I had some daytime off while I still had daycare. I definitely did not have instant successful and over time I built a very small following. I usually only had 5-20 people watching me but I started to recognize the same names tuning in regularly. Most of my regulars even knew my real name.
I think I am a fairly conventionally attractive girl: I am about 5’3, with blue eyes, shoulder length brunette hair, fairly slim, but with sizable breasts. But despite having the body type of a stereotypical e-girl, that really wasn’t what I was going for when I started me channel and I did not emphasize it at all at first.
Most of the time I was wearing my normal work clothes when I went live. I also had a fair amount of tattoos on my body which are actually what ended up starting this story down a different path.
I had gotten my first one when I was 18, a small rose on my wrist, and then I got hooked. By this point I had many more. My daughter's Dad was shitty at most things but he did buy me a lot of tattoos.