Not sure if this counts, but…
One of my ex girlfriends was a bit shy, but actually quite good looking, tall and quite skinny. So, right after high school, when she was about 19, 20 years old, she was asked by some of her friends from our local fashion school if she'd model for them. She said yes, despite having a "girl next door" and no "steely" model look.
It was mostly modeling for the lookbooks of the fashion students, and helping them with fittings. I sometimes asked her if she likes it and what she has to wear, but she never told me much about it, other than that most of the designs and clothes were very crazy (as you can imagine), and sometimes quite revealing.
I didn't think much about it until graduation show, which was a very big fashion show (about 500 attendees), because the school actually has a quite good reputation. My GF modeled for several of the graduates. The first 3 times she walked down the catwalk was nothing ordinary: pantsuits, wild clothes made out of plastic, the usual designer stuff.
Then the second to last designer (a woman) started her part of the show. I knew that my GF was walking for her as well, and started getting really excited after spotting the first model who wore a see-through blouse with her nipples clearly visible. The room was totally dark by then, with only two spotlights highlighting the model on the runway.
Then, after a lot of see through nudity by most of the models, my GF finally appeared on the runway. She wore a transparent dress that was sheer from head to toe and cut-out at the breasts. Which means her (small) boobs were completely on display. The only thing she wore underneath was a tiny, flesh-colored thong that left basically her whole (jiggly) ass on display as well when she walked back.
The thought of seeing my rather shy GF on display in front of about 500 people was so damn exciting, I still think about it 10 years later. I still wish she would've been brave enough to walk without a thong (which obviously wasn't part of the original design), but I still cherish that memory.
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