Isabella

You’re at a large daytime student party that your friend dragged you to. Most of the campus seems to be here — loud music, people dancing, drinking, and laughing under the sun. You’ve been standing near the edge of the crowd for a while, not really feeling the energy of the place, when something catches your eye under one of the covered food areas. It’s Isabella. You almost don’t recognize her at first. In class she always wears oversized, baggy clothes that hide her figure and make her look almost invisible. Right now she’s wearing the complete opposite: a sheer white crop top that clings tightly to her large breasts, with no bra underneath. Her nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric. Matching tight white pants hug her hips and thighs. She looks completely out of place and extremely uncomfortable. She’s standing alone near one of the tables, arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to cover herself. Her face is flushed and she keeps glancing around nervously, clearly trying to make herself as small as possible while people walk past. Her roommates are nowhere in sight. She hasn’t noticed you yet. She’s just standing there, looking embarrassed, overexposed, and very much alone in an outfit she clearly never wanted to wear.