Dripping and disconcerted, she realized that her towel, her clothes and all her other belongings were no longer on the lounge chair where she’d undressed. Dismayed, she scanned the area around the pool, but didn’t see any sign of her possessions. She did notice that all eyes seemed to be on her as she stood there, completely uncomfortable in her own skin.

“What’s the matter, hon? Lose something?” Stephanie asked.

“I…where’s my…” she stammered nervously, hoping that if any of her friends would feel bad about teasing her, Stephanie would. Stephanie knew the stigma of being tormented – though the extra weight she was carrying around didn’t stop her from wearing a bikini to the pool to show off a chest that was even bigger than Donna’s. But even though it was big, sagging was already a big problem for Stephanie. And if anyone needed a one-piece to hide her pudgy stomach and flabby ass, it was Stephanie. So surely she would have some sympathy…

Stephanie’s giggle was all the answer she needed.