Even more daring, or pressing her luck.

Lauren had never had so much fun in all her life, which had been, more or less, a repeated series of coverups.

Lauren had grown used to that restricting feeling on her chest, in more ways than one, and now that a weight had been lifted she'd be damned if she was going to stop.

Lauren had something of an addictive personality.

She had stuffed her bra on a whim in 8th grade, and since then had become a prima donna. It was like when she first tried gambling on her 21st birthday and managed to win 25k in black-jack, and lose 26k at roulette.

Lauren's leotard was ready, her puffed up rear enhanced by a diaper and cheap toilet paper stuffing, same as her faux breasts.

Lauren had gotten a hold of a college connection and contracted a couple cannibas cigarettes to go with the fifth of Jim Beam she had picked up at the local liquory.

Lauren went to her hi-fi from the thrift store and popped in a cassette labeled "Dance Mix".

The music started.