Walking Home Wet

Lauren waddled away from school, her soaking wet sneakers squelching with water. Her skin was covered with goosebumps, and her damn nipples, free of her normal padded bra, were jutting through her thin shirt eagerly. Her pale, slightly pink skin glistened as water streaked down it.

Shivering, she reached the front entrance of campus and realized she had ride home. Dennis had driven her- that was when she learned he had this insane, mysterious power that was the cause of all her embarrassments. So, with no other choice, the damp former prom queen began walking the more then two miles home.

As she started walking, immediately cars honked as they passed her, this soaking wet girl in undersized clothes. Cringing, Lauren crossed her arms over her chest. Someone passed her on the sidewalk, a middle aged woman, who looked her up and down... and then burst out laughing. Lauren's cheeks burned as she shuffled past the woman. This was horrible! She was exposed, she was cold, and she hadn't even made it halfway home yet! How could things get any worse?

As if to match that thought, she heard a car pull alongside her...