Yeah and some humiliating comments

Aunt Lydia, always the first to find humor in others' misery, stepped forward with a sly smirk. "Well, well, look at those nipples!" she exclaimed, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "They're as hard as rocks! I guess someone's a little excited, isn't she?" The room erupted in laughter, and soon everyone was chiming in with their own cruel remarks. "I didn't know you had such a talent for making an entrance," Grandma Pam snickered, her eyes fixed on my chest as she slapped my nipples. My face burned as the comments kept coming, each one more biting than the last.

Uncle John, never one to hold back, let out a hearty chuckle and pointed at my stomach. "Look at that little belly!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the room. "Guess someone's been skipping the sit-ups, eh?" The room erupted in laughter again, and I could feel my face burning even hotter. Grandpa Joe, seated in his favorite armchair, grinned mischievously and nodded towards my backside. "And what about that rear view?" he remarked, his voice filled with amusement. "Could stop traffic, that could.” He said before popping my rear.

Her mother's laughter echoed through the room, a sharp, mocking sound that cut through the air. "And look at that pussy!" she chimed in, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "It's as bare as the day she was born! I guess someone's been waxing, or maybe she's just naturally that smooth." What? She didn’t even tell them about how she shaved me bare! The room erupted in a chorus of snickers and guffaws, each laugh piercing through me like a knife. My father, his face stern but his eyes gleaming with a sinister light, raised his hands to quiet the room. "Alright, everyone," he began, his voice low and commanding.