<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>The kindness of the other two kept her going, and rather than melt down like she wanted to, she kept on walking into the next room.  Surely things couldn't possibly get any worse, right?<br/><br/>Of course it could.  Once she got into the naked room, a single tear forced its way from her gaze and made its way halfway down her cheek before she flicked it away.  Really?  They had to make things worse on her?  Really?  In front of boys, too!<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly that bad looking, but she didn't like her tush.  Oh well, the others were already starting and hopefully she wouldn't be noticed too much.  After her shirt and skirt, she slipped off the frilly pink bra and panties, revealing her ample breasts and shaved pussy, as well as a tush that had a healthy little wiggle as she readjusted her weight.  If it wasn't for the others, she knew she wouldn't have been able to finish getting undressed.<br/><br/>The last thing to actually go was a small friendship bracelet, just elastic and beads, but somehow more valuable to her than even underwear.  She caressed one of the little blue beads before slipping it off, closing the box with a sigh.  One arm moved to her breasts to at least keep her nipples covered, while the other went down between her legs.<br/><br/>She let herself glance around a little, not too much but enough to actually get a pleasant look at some of the other girls.  Everyone else seemed to have a sense of humor about the whole ordeal; maybe that would help.<br/><br/>Once she was branded, she gave a sharp hiss of pain, but somehow managed not to scream out.  She glanced around to the faces of the others, saying, "What's the going rate?"  Her mouth tried to move a bit more to get out more of what she wanted to be humorous, but she didn't really have anything else, and instead she just let her flapping jaw shut.