She looked up at Donna despairingly, knowing it was pointless to argue. Her friends knew that they would always get their way with her eventually and just pushed her until she gave in.

Donna had a strange expression that made her even more nervous than usual as she towered over her, hands on hips, not the least bit self-conscious that she was wearing a teeny-tiny bikini in front of her friends or a bunch of guys – not that Donna had any reason to be self-conscious. Donna’s body was perfect. Unlike her own tiny, barely-developed breasts, Donna’s were massive. And despite their size, they stood out from her chest without any apparent sagging. And unlike her own boyish hips, Donna’s hips were full and rounded. Not flabby, just full and round – she had overheard boys talking about Donna’s “juicy” ass in the hallway at school.

With a sigh, she lifted herself up over the edge of the pool and scurried for her towel.