"I want to meet tonight," I felt the anger rise, and Isnapped back."What if I don't want to?"There was a pause, I honestly don't think he expected me ...o pushback, andit knocked him out of his stride."Listen to me." He was screaming down the phone now. "Do I have to remindyou what I can do to you if you don't do what I say? I can make you andyour fucking friends disappear anytime I want. You do not want to try mypatience too much. Now, meet me at the bar where we met before at 8. Donot fucking. I’m a chubby girl, with 34 sized breasts, chubby cheeks, thick thighs, thick butts, pink lips and dimples on cheeks. My family is very conservative. So, there’s lots of pressure from their side.Not to go out, stay at home, not to talk with boys, don’t have a boy as a friend. The pressure made me a coward and lacked my confidence in making decisions for myself. Decisions are taken for me by my family. Some decisions are taken my close friends and some by my school and college friends. I study in. The first female body I took an interest in was my mothers. I was never sexually attracted to my mother but as a young boy I still found her body beautiful and mesmerizing. I would steal looks and peeks whenever I could. I never thought of sex with my mom, but was addicted to her body. As I grew older and girls grew into women I was surrounded and suffocated by the same shapes and figures I loathed for. Everywhere I looked I saw breasts in tank tops and asses in skin tight blue jeans. This was. Charlotte had heard him, but wasn't sure what to say, so she just did what she always did. She blushed. And she looked down, her glasses sliding forward a third of an inch.That was a feature Lacey always loved about her friend. Glasses suited her to a T. She could pass for a librarian. A hot one to be totally honest.Just like her friend, Charlotte wore minimal make up, but neither of them need it. Their complexion? Near flawless, making her cute glasses the center of attention. A shame that.