"Tiny Titless Tina"

After the insults and the barrage of fists drumming on Crissy's shoulders and back, Lauren decided to flip the bully over, to inflict more damage.

"Oh, Crissy, I thought tough girls like you never cried. I can deal with a vandalized mailbox, but vandalizing my house is over the damn line. Do you understand that?" Crissy nods. "It's time for you to pay for your crime." Chimed Lauren, as she knelt down next to the prone bully. The other girls wanted to help, but stayed put. Either in fear of getting the same treatment, or entranced enjoyment of seeing someone get humiliated. Whatever the case may be, they were in for a show.

Lauren propped up Crissy in a sitting position, as she took off her studded pleather jacket, showing off Crissy's impressive C-cup breasts. Something seemed off about them though, no definition of any nipples poking out through the shirt. Lauren's idea of a stereotypical biker chick was that they always go bra-less. Next, the boots and tattered socks came off, showing Crissy's dainty feet which filled out only half of the boots length. Lauren started to salivate when she unbuckled Crissy's studded halloween store brand belt, supporting her pleather skirt, slowly pulling it down across Crissy's spindly legs. Crissy covers her face in shame as her gang and Lauren saw her rainbow striped panties, in full view. "Turns out that the big tough biker is soft girly-girl." One of the onlooking girls chuckled causing Crissy to once again, hide her face in shame.

Lauren's **** was almost complete. Intrigued to see the Crissy's endowed bulbous breasts, Lauren grabbed at Crissy's shirt. Offering no resistance, Crissy complied by lifting her arms. As the shirt lifted up, it tugged on Crissy's bra, causing wads of tissues and toilet paper to fall in both directions. A bra strap drooped off of one skinny shoulder. Everyone was in a stunned silence.

"Well, I believe you've payed for your crime. Not so prissy anymore, huh,Ti-.. That's it "Tiny Titless Tina". How do you like that?

The new name sends shivers down Tin's spine worse than the cool morning breeze, but it sent a Shockwaveof laughter through her gang members as they walk away, seemingly renouncing her leadership role.