tiny tits?!

Stacy's eyes widened in shock at the 'tiny tits' line. The models all burst out laughing. So this was why they were ganging up on her! Stacy had gotten shit from the other models about her figure. Most of them were busty, tan, athletic and tall. Stacy was jet white, rather short, thin and had almost no curves. Which was fine normally- the bookers and designers loved her 'androgynous' look, and she got a lot of work. But she knew some other models resented her, and apparently that was the cause of this little prank.

Furious, cheeks burning, Stacy resisted the urge to cover her chest. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She looked good dammit, and she'd made more modelling then all these bimbos! She found being butt naked, surrounded by laughing taller, bustier girls to make her confidence far weaker then she liked to admit.

"Enough jokes- give me my clothes!" Stacy demanded impotently.

"No can do pip squeak!" Chuckled the model confidently. "Looks like you're be going home naked!"

"Hope nobody mistakes you for a five year old!" Laughed another.

Stacy stood bare and helpless as the other models left, abandoning her naked and helpless in the empty changing room...