awkward dinner

Lauren's face burned. Under her hands, beneath her shirt she could feel her hallow and deflated bra, padding removed. She couldn't believe her mother had just reached into her shirt and stolen her false breasts! It was as though all respect Lauren had once commanded was gone. Without that respect... what was she?

Lauren looked around the table. Her step father was openly chuckling at her. Vanessa was snickering, with a look of pure superiority on her face. And Daryl was practically drooling. God, how could she live here like this? This was just her first night!

"Now, quit clutching your empty bra and eat your dinner." Her mother commanded.

Lauren, fearing more consequences from her mother, glumly spent the dinner picking at her plate of steamed broccoli. She didn't even like broccoli, but she wasn't about to complain with the mood her mother was in. All the while Lauren kept her head down avoiding looking at the others. She could hear their snickering the whole time though.

Finally she finished her dinner. After asking to be excused, Lauren headed to her room, exhausted and eager to escape the new nightmare her life had become to the blissful gift of slumber...