“Now, Cynthia. Take off your top.”
Fear strangled me in its grip. I really, really did not want to do that. So I froze, deer in headlights, and couldn’t move.
This only seemed to make Coach irate. “Cynthia. Do you want these pictures to turn out or don’t you?”
I couldn’t speak. I shook my head.
“Or, maybe I should ask… Do you want to stay on the cheerleading squad or not?”
“…I do,” I managed.
“Great,” Coach said. He pointed. “Then take off your damn top.”
My stomach dropped.
Slowly, hesitantly, I began to unbutton my shirt. Too soon I was down to the last button and sliding it down off my body. I held both my arms over my chest.
“Bra, too.”
Swallowing thickly, I unhooked my bra and removed it. I trembled as I tried to cover my exposed breasts as much as I could.
“Great.” Coach l
