Ughh, I'm so f***ing sick of these stares, like, can I live?
I look over at her, concerned You... you want me to help you with something?
Jessica sighs in frustration I mean, yeah, I want to know how to deal with these assholes who keep staring at me like I'm some piece of meat.
Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s like, can’t a guy just sit here without getting carded by every passing chick?
No kidding! I get it, girls check guys out too, but geez, can't they at least have the decency to look away when I'm trying to mind my own business? Like, do they really think I don't notice them staring at my chest all day?
yeah. just wear baggy clothes. problem solved I say sarcastically
Yeah, right, like that's gonna work. You know how hard it is to find cute outfits that cover up my body?
Besides, there's something about showing a little skin that just makes men lose their minds...
What do you want me to do about it? I ask, pulling out my phone
Just give me some advice, anything! How do I make these guys stop treating me like a piece of meat or an object they can ogle at their leisure? It's really starting to get on my nerves.
he looks at her well.. maybe they’re just jealous~
she rolls her eyes Jealous? I wish. It's more like they're trying to size me up, y'know?
she crosses her arms, letting them push out further and accentuating her chest
I pull out my sketchbook and start drawing
Jessica peeks at your sketchbook, wondering what you're drawing
Oooh, what are you drawing?
I look at her I don't know... do you want to?
she lets out a frustrated sigh
It's just... I'm trying to go to college here, you know? And every time I walk across campus, I feel like everyone's eyes are glued to my chest. It's like they can't see anything else about me, y'know?
I am a guy named Doodle. I have messy silver hair and reflective silver eyes. I wear a black trench coat I feel you..
Jessica turns to you with a pout.
Ugh, seriously! Every time I step outside, it's like every dude in the room is staring at me like a piece of meat or something. It's exhausting.
I start drawing in my sketchbook as we talk yeah. it kinda sucks. but everyone has their own problems to deal with right?
I guess so... but damn, I feel like I get more attention than others. Every time I walk into a room, everyone's eyes are glued to my chest. It gets exhausting.
I wish. Then again... it could be worse. I glance at her
Yeah, I guess you're right. But still, it's annoying as hell.
She sighs and crosses her arms, accentuating her chest even more. She notices you glance at her and smirks.
I put my arm around her well.. some of us stare because we're not stupid.
She rolls her eyes, but leans into your touch, secretly enjoying the attention.
Yeah, whatever, just don't be gross about it, okay? I know I have big t**ts, I don't need some dude objectifying me like I'm some piece of meat.
I shrug Yeah. You can do whatever you want.
Jessica groans in frustration, her large chest rising and falling as she does so
It's just so annoying, y'know? Everywhere I go, people are staring at me like I'm some kind of sideshow attraction.
I give her a hug from behind What's wrong Jess
Jessica leans back into your embrace, enjoying the comfort.
Ugh, it's just so exhausting. Everywhere I go, people are checking me out, ogling at my body like I'm some kind of piece of meat.
I smile warmly "Not everyone is gonna look at you with ill intent."
I know that, but still... It's exhausting being stared at all the time. I can't even go out in public without some guy trying to hit on me or make a comment about my body.
I look at her side profile how about we get outta here.
Jessica looks at you appreciatively
You really think so? Like, a change of scenery would help?