Look to his "friends".

You raise a brow past him and to the others. One by one, they make their way over.

"Give it up already, bro," one of the guys says.

The girl he was flirting with previously stands stern. "Stop harassing this poor woman."

As he turns, a few of the folk in the crowd look down and wince. A few things are heard, such as, "Ew!"and "Really bro?". He looks down at his obvious erection and covers it up with both hands, and he flushes red with embarrassment and frustration.

Suddenly, you see the old woman make an appearance. She doesn't look pleased. "Children come in here, you know! Pervert!"

"Shit!" the man yells as he runs into the bathroom.

When things quiet down, you find yourself the new center of attention. You notice a few of the boys unable to gawk at your body, and they find themselves readjusting their trousers--not wanting to admit they're in the same situation as the one that ran away, and not wanting to anger their girlfriends. You lean back on the machine and look them over curiously.

"That was hilarious," one of the other girls speaks up. "He needed to be put into his place, you did it without even really saying anything at all."

She has short brown hair tied back into a ponytail.

You smile. "I was worried for a moment that I wouldn't be able to dress like this with people like that around, but it's a laundromat. I thought it was expected."

"Hey, girl. Don't even make him think you should dress differently. I'm not gonna lie. I'm bi, and you're sexy as hell, but I'm not collapsing on the floor with my hands between my legs. Do what you want to do."

One of the boys in the back calls out. "Hey that's two more open!"

"Ah gotta load my stuff," the girl continues.

"What were you waiting on?" you ask.

"Don't you know? A bunch of these machines are under maintenance, and the rest are running loads for people who stepped out."

Your eyes follow her move back to the far end. Both her and one of the other girls you haven't spoke with yet begin pulling clothes from their baskets and placing them within the machines. As they do, you make your way over. Yours will be a little bit anyway.

It's the same girl you were just speaking with that looks over to you. "I wish I was that confident in my body."

"Same," mutters the girl beside her quietly. She has long blond hair. "I can't just stand around in my undies."

"Hey don't say that," her boyfriend says, patting her shoulder. "You look amazing."

You raise your eyebrows. "Well, why not?"

The brunette stands straight. "What do you mean?"

"You can do it if you want to. Nothing is stopping you. Right?"