Exposed at the beach party

"And what do you think you're doing?" Lauren said angrily to Britney. "Hitting on my man? How **** are you?!"

Britney stared down at Lauren in shock. Then, a smile slowly grew over her face.

"Oh, I'm the **** one?" She asked. "Well then why do you keep stripping naked on dates?"

"What do you mean?" Lauren asked, growing nervous. She looked around. Everyone seemed to be looking at her, or more specifically. They were all laughing and jeering, some of the were pointing and even filming. Cold dread filled Lauren's stomach. No, it couldn't be... slowly, painfully, she looked down. Please, please still be wearing that awful immature bikini! But no, of course, it was gone. She was once again naked. Totally, complete exposed, nothing covered. But, it was even worse than she feared.

Lauren had forgotten that earlier, at the apartments, she'd discovered an unfortunate side effect of the bikini. The strap which restricted her chest in the suit apparently smooshed down her breasts so thoroughly they stayed flattened without it. Now she was reminded first hand as she looked down at herself. She wasn't seeing her little AA cups with long, excitable nipples. No, she was totally flattened. Even her nipples were reduced, the slightest, almost unnoticeable bulges on her chest was all that showed of her breasts. Her pale white belly stuck out more than her tits now, she looked totally undeveloped and absurd!

Lauren looked up, in shock. Everyone was looking at her exposed body, including Britney and Kyle...