A Modest One-Piece.

Amy suddenly remembered herself and dug into her suitcase for her swimsuit. It was a modest, red and white one-piece, with a full butt and ruffles up the front to (she hoped) disguise the fact that she didn't really have breasts to speak of.

She turned her back on Bianca and changed out of her clothes and into her swimsuit as quickly as she could. She took a deep breath and turned back to her roommate, avoiding looking at the mirror. She could tell that her face was red from the heat of it.

"Okay," Amy said, "I'm ready to go."

Bianca shook her head. "Amy, we're in college now. There are going to be frat boys at this party, and sorority girls prancing around in string bikinis. I can't let you go in that thing, it's a little girl's swimsuit.

"Look," she continued, her hands held out to placate her, "I'm not trying to tease you. I meant what i said before about us being friends now. And the best thing about having me for a friend is that I can help you with this stuff--I may not be book smart like you, but I'm good at making friends, being popular, and meeting boys. And, let's be honest, that's never been your strength. So let me help you."

Amy closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Should she trust this girl, who had caused her so much pain? Should she take a risk and let Bianca help her? It would be a leap of faith, but it would be nice to be popular for once, and Bianca _is _good at that sort of thing...

"Okay," she said finally, "what should I do?"