Car ride with Dennis

They drove in silence for a while. Lauren pressed both hands to her crotch with her knees locked together. She was painfully aware of how much of her body was bare. Her hands covered her smooth shaven womanhood, and this embarrassing tank top covered about six inches of her chest, but every other inch of pale flesh was visible. She could feel Dennis's eyes leering at her and adverted her gaze, nibbling her lip and reliving her awful day. Shamed, stripped repeatedly, groped by a loser, ditched by her date... a new low in what was quickly becoming a painfully embarrassing life!

"I saw how everyone was treating you." Dennis said eventually.

"What?" Lauren said, barely interested.

"Making fun of you. Bullying you." Dennis said softly. "I just want you to know I understand. I've been there too."

Lauren realized he was comparing her to him. What a laugh! They were nothing alike... were they? He was the biggest loser in school, she was the prom queen! Only now, she had been stripped in public... just like he had been last year. She'd been revealed to be small and immature looking... just like he had been. Her weight and appearance had been mocked... just like his had! Even worse, she'd been the one mocking him in the past! And now was she really on his level?

No! It couldn't be! She was better than him! Her vain ego fought for validation as bitter denial. Meanwhile, Dennis was still still talking.

"Like, I know what it's like to be revealed to have a small body part, like you're breasts." Dennis said. "It can be so painful, when everyone knows your biggest flaw, like tiny tits, and mocks it..."

"Listen up Dennis!" Lauren cut him off sharply. "We're nothing alike, you got it! I'm cool, I'm hot and you're a small dick loser! I was the prom queen, don't even try to relate to me! And my boobs are perfect I'll have you know!"

"...Okay." Dennis said, shocked and a little outraged by Lauren's cruelty. What he didn't know was it was actually the flimsy projection of a shattered ego...