Try on her new underwear...

Finally alone, Lauren hurried to the privacy of her bedroom. She almost moved to go upstairs, then stopped. That was no longer her room. She felt sudden longing for her old room, her wardrobe of finery. Her jewelry, makeup and beauty products. Her precious padded bra and Spanx, which made her look just perfect. So what if she used help to look just right? Every girl plucked their eyelashes, or wore makeup, or dyed their hair. And, with those little adjustments (okay, maybe they were major adjustments) She looked perfect! She was asked if she wanted to be a model on a regular basis. She always had to turn them down, because models couldn't always be fully clothed in the underwear of their choice, but it helped her to know just how sexy she was.

Now though? The way Debbie Bill and Tucker had just seen her? In a nightie, wide thighs showing, small breasts clearly outlined, big ass hanging out. No woman wanted to be caught like that, but Lauren's problems made it all the worse. Grimacing, ruffled panties in hand, she headed into her new room, which was practically a broom closet. She closed the door and, secure and alone, breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment to catch her breath she looked at the panties in her hand. Pink, which she never wore. Cotton, which she avoided. She liked Satin instead. And, worse of all, ruffled. Why make something to draw more attention to these silly panties? Still, it was all she had. Sighing reluctanly, she stepped into the panties and slid them on. Then, holding up the nightie, she looked in the mirror.

Lauren grimaced. The ruffles seemed to make her wide hips and butt look even wider. Also, despite the ruffles, the curve of her ass was plainly visible through the thin material. Lowering the nighit she sighed and sank into bed. After her long, humiliating day she was quite tired. She feel into an uneasy sleep, haunted by jeering faces and the feeling of exposed skin...