A House Party

23 year old Suzanne wanders around Eve's large living room, looking for someone to talk to. But apart from some weak smiles, nobody seems to even be giving her the slightest time of day, locked in their own conversations... Almost like they're purposefully avoiding engaging with her.

And then she bumps into Eve's younger brother George. He's 18, or maybe 19 by now, and a total dweeb. No social skills, no tact, no class.

"Hi Suzy." He chirps, despite never having been given permission to call her that. He stares right at her tits, ignoring her eyes. Suzanne feels even more self-conscious than usual about the single thin layer of white clothing keeping her nipples barely concealed.

"Hi. Geordie, right?" She pretends to hardly remember him.

"It's George." He corrects her, uncaring. "I just want to let you know, I'm a big fan. Probably your biggest fan."

Suzanne doesn't really know what to make of that. Is he talking about her activism, or her body? He knows she's a lesbian. And there's no way he knows about the few and far between times that her arousal has gotten the better of her at the wrong moment, and she's ended up...

She shakes her head in disgust. She doesn't want to think about that right now. And then she realizes that George will think that she was shaking her head in disgust at him. And then she realizes that he hasn't even noticed, because he's too busy staring at her chest.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Suzanne doesn't even bother making a real excuse, and just walks away.

She needs some space, so she leaves the living room to go sit at the bottom of the staircase for a minute.

She is about to retrieve her phone, and check for any new notifications, but before she can, Eve and her fiancée Ellen follow her into the hallway and confront her, standing over her.

"We need to talk." Eve says flatly. She has her hands on her hips, and looks serious. Her classy cocktail dress is a perfect fit over her tall, lithe body. With her very modest A cup breasts, she can get away with quite a plunging neckline without it looking indecent at all. She just looks glamorous.

"About what?!" Suzanne asks, worriedly. Could it be... That once again... Her clothes... She looks down, but she can't see anything abnormal about her outfit.

"It's about your clothes. Obviously." Ellen snaps. She isn't quite as beautiful as Eve, but her athletic body and tight B cup breasts makes a nice match for Eve, and their dresses compliment each other well.

"Huh? I always dress like this. My breasts are allergic to anything except-" Suzanne starts, before being interrupted.

"Yes yes, we have all heard about your supposed medical condition more times than we can count." Ellen retorts. "We've been very tolerant of your... Quirks."

"Suzanne." Eve says, more gently than Ellen. "You must be able to see that what you're wearing isn't appropriate. This isn't a rave. My family is here, for god's sake. My dad is speechless and my brother can't keep his eyes off you. I've never been so embarrassed."

"What..." Suzanne begins to speak, but once again, Ellen interrupts her.

"That flimsy piece of fabric you're wearing isn't a real top. It's skimpy beachwear. And your bottom half is no better, that's the tiniest fucking skirt in the world. Are you even wearing underwear? It doesn't look like it, but I can't bring myself to check." Ellen says snarkily.

Suzanne looks down at herself, and for the first time, properly recognizes what she's wearing.

"Holy shit, what am I wearing?!" She can't believe it - she's disgusted, shocked and embarrassed by her own slutty appearance. Did she really put these things on this morning?! How did she not notice how slutty and inappropriate they are then? How did she not notice how slutty they were when she checked herself 15 fucking seconds ago?!

She jumps to her feet, and in doing so, knocks Eve's white wine spritzer. Eve doesn't let go of the glass, but the bump tips it, and a huge splash of liquid gets all over Suzanne's large E cup chest. Her top quickly gets to work absorbing the liquid and turning see-through.

"No!" Suzanne squeals.

"That's it!" Eve shouts a little too loudly in frustration. "Suzanne, I'm sorry, but you can't be my bridesmaid."

"What?!" Being un-bridesmaided made Suzanne even more aghast than the situation with her clothes. After all, this was far from the first time her top had gotten soaked.

"You know I love you, but come on, you're an absolute mess. Wearing provocative white tops all the time is one thing - I know more and more young women are doing it, but you must know deep down that it's not helping our message about the male gaze."

"I have a medical condition!" Suzanne repeats, but it is ignored.

"But it's not just the impromptu wet T-shirt events you keep somehow finding yourself in, it's more than that. You can't even go more than a few weeks without turning up in something truly outrageous, like you're auditioning for a gig as a stripper. And now surprise surprise, you're pretending that this is also somehow out of your control."

Suzanne's mind reels. "I'm not pretending! Look, I don't know what I was thinking, but it won't happen again! And obviously not on your wedding day! The dresses are pre-planned!"

"Based on what you did to your skirt when we went out for Rachel's birthday, we can't trust that you won't just slice the dress up when we're getting ready in the morning." Ellen grumbles. "You should count yourself lucky that we aren't uninviting you completely."

A long forgotten memory of taking scissors to a long skirt and turning it into a daring set of vertical strands enters Suzanne's head. That's why everyone had been looking at her strangely that day! How had she not noticed how outrageous that looked? Why had she thought to do that in the first place? So many unanswered questions...

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's been coming over me. I'm so sorry." Suzanne half sobs.

Eve sighs. "You shouldn't have to apologize for who you are."

"But I don't want this to be me!" Suzanne whimpers. "Could I... Can I... Could I please borrow a change of clothes?"

Eve nods. "You know where my bedroom is. We need to get back to the party."

Eve hugs her sad, embarrassed friend. "I still love you, Suzy. I just don't know if I like who you've started to become."

And then Eve and Ellen leave Suzanne to head up the stairs to Eve's bedroom and find a change of clothes.

As she ascends the stairs, the big screen's perspective shifts to a quiet corner of the hallway, where Eve's younger brother George is silently spying up Eve's skirt from below, biting his lip with excitement.