Tom’s sweet and kisses her

Tom looked at Lauren. He saw her naked as the day she was born. He saw her small chest. He saw her protruding stomach. He saw her hairless crotch. He saw her... flobby ass. And he understood everything she was feeling. He saw her shame, her flaws and all, but all he could see was beauty. He saw Lauren’s humanity. He saw Lauren’s vulnerability. He saw Lauren as the first person who could understand his insecurities. And he rested his hand under her chin, gently lifted her lips up to his, and kissed her.

“You’re beautiful, Lauren,” Tom said. “I wish you could see that in yourself.”

“B-but,” Lauren whimpered, tears running down her eyes. “I... I don’t have boobs. I’m fat. I-I’m...”

“You’re beautiful,” Tom whispered again, kissing Lauren. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Lauren couldn’t help but let the tears flow as Tom laced his fingers with hers. Pulling her into his arms as he wrapped them around her waist and kissed her. “Tom, I...” Lauren said. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

Lauren pulled away and pulled her clothes back on. “Lauren,” Tom said. “Please, please don’t be scared. Please don’t be ashamed.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” Lauren said, not looking Tom in the eyes. “You at least have an attractive body. So what if your dick isn’t the biggest? Look at me, Tom! Even if I had boobs, I wouldn’t be attractive! I’m NOT beautiful!”