Filming on a crowded set

They filmed the flashback scene she'd read first. First they filmed Jennifer staring at Brianna in a classroom. Both girl's hair was done up to make them look younger. Jennifer was directed to stare longingly at Brianna's breasts. She resented this, but it was easy to do. She actually always had been jealous of those DD's.

Then came a shot Jennifer was much less happy to do. The script said she was to stand in her small bra, looking shamefully at her reflection. There was the set of a high school girl's bedroom. Jennifer started to unbutton her shirt. Then, self consciously, she looked around. The set was crowded with people. Other actors, extras, cameramen. She blushed, thinking what she was about to do.

“Uh, could we clear the set again?” Jennifer asked the director.

“Jennifer, this isn't even a nude scene!” The director exclaimed, clearly exasperated. “It's a huge waste of time to clear the set. Just do the shot so we can move on.”

Shamefully, Jennifer faced away and started unbuttoning her blouse. She looked away from the gathered crowd, but was facing a mirror through which she could still see many faces.

Painfully she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall away. She was now wearing nothing but a bra. Not her bra. Her bra gave her a padded layer of protection. This small, plain bra did nothing to add to her chest. If anything it detracted.

The director called for the take, and they began filming. Since the scene would be overdubbed, he spoke commands to Jennifer.

“Look in the mirror, standing sideways to view your profile. Perfect, just like that.” He said when she did as he commanded. “Now, I want you to look frustrated with what you see. Disappointed. Perfect.” He complimented her performance. Little did he know, she was not acting at all. She never looked at herself in the mirror like this. She often studied her body after working out, but she always did so with her padded bra on. She couldn't hide her embarrassment with her natural size.

“Now, I want you to lift your breasts together, trying to create cleavage.” He said. Jennifer shot him a shocked look. Seeing that he obviously meant business, Jennifer reluctantly did as he told. She squeezed her covered breasts together, feeling the lightness under her hands.

“There, perfect. Now let them fall with a sigh.” Jennifer did so. “Perfect. Cut!” He said to the crew. “Great job, I Think we only need the one take.” He said. “Jennifer, I want you to get your other bra on.”

Jennifer grabbed her blouse, throwing it on quickly. She hurried to her dressing room, unable to look the crew in the eye. How could she? They all knew her secret. She slammed the door behind her. She was angry, frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How had this show turned out to be all about the size of her breasts? How could she not have a say in anything?

But that was that case. She had no say. Her contract removed all right to object. She had to do as she was told. So, despite her urge to resist, Jennifer slipped on her regular bra. The difference between the two was shocking. This bra, with it's D cups full of padding, was how she was used to looking. It wasn't how she was perceived though. Now everyone out there knew it to be a lie. She slipped on her shirt but didn't bother to button it, just keeping it together with one hand. Then she went back onto the set.

The next shot was almost exactly the same as the last. Jennifer was told to remove her shirt, and stand looking in the mirror, gauging her own appearance. This time though she was directed to look happy about her enhanced chest. This too was easy for Jennifer. This was how she wanted to look, after all.

After they cut though Jennifer no longer felt proud. Instead she was embarrassed, more then ever. Not only did everyone know she had small breasts, they also knew she lied about them with her deceiving padded bra. Somehow that was worse, to know she wasn't fooling anyone. She flushed, wishing that this horrible show would just end while knowing full well it wouldn't.