Lauren tells the truth

Lauren whimpered as she looked up the guy crouching in front of her. “Lauren, I’m not here to judge. I just want to help you out,” Connor said. “It would be best if I knew the truth.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Lauren groaned.

“Why not?” Connor asked.

“Because you’re you,” Lauren said. “And I’m... me.”

“You’re a really good looking girl,” Connor said. “So what?”

“This bra I’m wearing.... it...it’s padded,” Lauren mumbled.

“How padded?” Connor asked sitting down next to Lauren.

“Very,” Lauren answered.

“Why do you wear it?” Connor asked.

“It makes me feel better... like a real woman,” Lauren whimpered.

“And you don’t without it?” Connor asked.

Lauren shook her head. “I’m pathetic.”

“I don’t believe that,” Connor said. “Hey, do yourself a favor. Take the bra off. No one else is here. And I promise not to judge.”

Lauren whimpered. “B-but...”

“What do you have to lose?” Connor asked.

Lauren sighed and reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall. Her small little naked chest was now exposed to this really hot guy.