Emily in the shower

Emily washed in the shower at her family home. Yes, she still lived with her mother. It was simply unfeasible for her to afford her own place while being a full time college student. As she washed she thought about Dan. Dan was the next door neighbor. Emily had known him her whole life, and was hopelessly head over heels for him since they were kids.

Unfortunately, Emily never followed through with her desires. She was hopelessly in secure. This was largely due to her appearance. She was pretty enough, she knew that. But her body was tube shaped and curve-less. People such as her mother often told her she was built like a pencil. But that was not the worst part. The worst part was her absolutely minuscule chest.

Emily didn't know why her bust was so small. Her mother and sister were built like supermodels, both D cup or larger. But, due to some fluke of genetics, Emily had comically small breasts. She wasn't flat chested. No, they were round, perky little orbs... they just happened to be the size of kiwis! A good six inches of her flat chest showed between the two pitiful mounds.

So no, Emily hardly spoke to her crush. Instead she fantasized about him, all day long, especially in the shower...