Social media nightmare.

Jennifer got home, throwing off the flimsy disguise of a hat and sunglasses. She immediately pulled out her phone and checked her name in social media. Immediately, dozens, maybe hundreds of posts from her trip to the burger joint came up.

"Look, I ran into the star of Gretchen's World!" Read one post, with a picture of the poster posing with an uncomfortable looking Jennifer.

"Look who's faking it!" This photo had Jennifer's large bust circled.

"What a phony! Here's proof!" This photo was two images.

One was Gretchen as she looked down, with a bulging bust, and then beside it a still from Gretchen's world, of her true, totally flat chest. God, was she really that flat?! She couldn't believe she was seeing her own minuscule breasts on social media...

Jennifer scrolled on farther. More commentary, mockery, and scorn for her now well know padded bust. After more than an hour torturing herself with endless scrolling, Jennifer could bare no more. She threw aside her phone and went to bed. She skipped her regular shower, not wanting to be exposed even in the privacy of her own home. And, for the first time ever, she slept in her padded bra, using it like a security blanket for her fracturing ego...