THAT bathingsuit?!

Lauren turned to go to her room. As she faced a way she hear a momentary chatter. She looked over her shoulder, confused. Everyone was staring down at her. Following their gaze over her shoulder Lauren looked down to see her pleated skirt had ridden up, revealing her pink ruffled panties to the crowd. Gasping, Lauren slapped a hand over the horrid undergarments as the onlooker's laughed. Flushing an even brighter shade of red, and feeling utterly ridiculous, Lauren stomped away, ears burning with their laughter.

Slamming the door to her room, Lauren threw herself into her bed and screamed with frustration into her pillow. Why did this keep happening to her? It wasn't fair! Until a month ago no one had ever seen her underwear without her permission. Now? It was happening daily, and a whole lot worse! How had her fortunes changed so drastically? She sat up, pouting for a moment before she noticed her swimsuit. Oh no she thought, as her stomach dropped along with her jaw. THAT swimming suit!

It was one of the ones Lauren's mother and May had **** her to wear while trying on clothes at the mall. It was a remarkable small and tight hot pink bathing suit that had been incredibly tight on her. It was unflattering and revealing at once, the color was childish, and oh yeah, it gave her the worst wedgie she'd ever had!

She knew she had **** however. If she didn't come out soon the eager Megan would come in and strip and dress her. She'd had enough of THAT for a lifetime! Though, some part of her she couldn't face actually kind of wanted Megan to strip her again...

Shaking off the unwanted fantasy (the last thing she needed right now was a massive change in her sexuality she wasn't ready for) Lauren grabbed the bathing suit to put it on.