Vanessa comforts Lauren

Vanessa finally made it home after Lauren had ran off. At first she was pissed and when she entered the house, she planned to make Lauren suffer, but as she approached Lauren’s room, her heart sank. The sobs broke her heart. She wanted **** on Lauren for making her life hell, but she was still her sister, and she didn’t want her sister to be suffering.

She gently opened the door and saw Lauren laying, naked, sobbing into her pillows. Vanessa laid down next to Lauren and wrapped her arms around Lauren from behind. “Lauren, it’s okay,” Vanessa tried to say. “It’s going to be okay.”

Lauren turned her head to look at Vanessa, sniffling. “Okay? The entire school saw me naked, being changed into a diaper, and pissing in it like a toddler. How am I going to even be able to go back to school? Which by the way, is your fault. I really thought you were going to help me, and then you betrayed me.”

“Look, I did what I did because you’ve been a bitch to me. And I can say you’ve done worse to me. All I wanted was ****, a chance to prove myself to you. I didn’t mean to utterly humiliate you like that, I was just... caught up in the moment I guess. I didn’t realize how far I’d gone until it was too late,” Vanessa said.

“But how can I even go back? I might as well just drop out. Quit. No one is going to let me live it down. And even if I can somehow make everyone forget about the diaper thing, I can’t take back them knowing about my.... secret... my boobs,” Lauren said.

“Lauren, why are you so insecure about your chest? Why did you even stuff them?” Vanessa asked.

“Probably the same reason you got surgery,” Lauren said. “Yes, I know about it, Vanessa. I just... I felt so insecure and embarrassed that I couldn’t grow boobs, so I just pretended I did. It started small, started as just stuffing, just a little extra, and then it slowly became more until I was wearing spanx, padded bras, a girdle, everything. I just hated my body so much.”

“But Lauren, the reason I got surgery was because I thought you were getting the real ones and that made me feel embarrassed to be the only one in the house without natural boobs,” Vanessa said.

“How did we get so unlucky?” Lauren asked. “Why does mom get those full on D cup breasts while we get stuck with small chests that we sized up one way or another.”

“I mean, maybe they’re not natural,” Vanessa said. “I guess it would make more sense if they were fake too.”

“So in other words we have mom’s lies to blame,” Lauren said.

“I guess so,” Vanessa said. “Lauren, I want you to know that you’re beautiful without your big breasts and some guys honestly like small chests.”

“But do they like flat chests?” Lauren asked. “When you say small you mean the asian A cup chests that at least have some sort of something. Meanwhile I have nothing.”

“That’s not true, Lauren. It’s all about how you present yourself. If you stop being a bitch and you actually put some effort on not being fake but emphasizing the best parts of you, then maybe you could actually get a guy to date you for who you are and not because you’re being fake,” Vanessa said. “Or a girl, who knows.”

“Maybe,” Lauren said.

“Lauren, no matter what happens, I’m still your sister. And maybe sometimes we take our rivalry too far, but there should never be a moment when you can’t turn to me, for real,” Vanessa said. “I want to call an official truce. I’ll stop humiliating you if you stop being a bitch.”

“Deal,” Lauren said, turning and hugging Vanessa tightly.

“Now put some clothes on, you dork,” Vanessa said as she jumped up.

Lauren blushed as Vanessa walked out the door, shutting it behind her.