My most embarrassing moment happened when I was growing up.
I was about 14 at the time, we were having a party at my house up in my bedroom, it was a mixture of boys and girls from our group of friends the only person I didn't know was my best mates boyfriend who I was meeting for the first time.
After a while of fooling about and just chilling, the obvious suggestion came up... Truth or dare. We all agreed and started playing, the dares were nothing that daring, just silly stuff like kiss someones bare foot and other things like that.
So as the game wore on people started to get a bit bored, it was my turn when my best friend suggested we make it more interesting. She dared me to take my top off, now at 14 I was very body concious especially around boys, so I refused, my friend asked me what my problem was as I was wearing a bra and it wasn't as if I had to get totally topless. Not wanting to seem the party spoiler, I decided I pretty much had to do it. I started raising my top and probably got it just above my naval (belly button) when my little sister burst into the room, luckly it didn't look to obvious what we were doing and my sister being that young didn't really seem to notice. She said what she needed to and left.
The dares that followed calmed down again and gradually the game fizzled away. An hour later my best friends' boyfriend mentioned that everyone had done an equal amount of dares apart from me as my sister had stopped me. My best friend carried this on and asked if anyone remembered what I was dared to do. Her boyfriend told her that I had been dared to take my top off and suggested as I hadn't as a kind of "interest on the debt" that my tracksuit bottoms had to come off as well. My best friend agreed and tried to force that point. I refused to do the tracksuit part but because a dare was a dare I would take the top off (I thought it would be the best way to stop it reoccuring later on).
So up and off my top came revealing my bra, to the response of wow from my mates, I am not in anyway big busted even now I am only a C cup but at 14 I was quite developed up there and was probably about that size then. Of course most of the other girls were either A or B cups and have since either caught up or out grown me. The time went on and I remained in just my bra, until I needed the toilet. I was told I had to stay as I was as it was still within the time window and to make sure I didn't cover up my best friend's boyfriend was made to follow me to make sure.
As I got into the bathroom he forced his way in. I told him to get out, he refused and because I needed to pee so bad I said he would have to stay as long as he looked away. Fairly he did and let me pee, as I walked out the door he made a comment that the drawstring on my elasticated tracksuit bottoms was to loose and anyone could undo them, proving this he gave the string a tug and the tracksuit bottoms fell to the floor I don't know why I didn't shout or cover up or hit him, I just stood there in shock. He looked me up and down then just left.
When I got back into the bedroom, my best friend made a comment about the colour of underwear she was wearing (red or something like that suggesting she was all grown up) and turned to me and asked if I just prefered white little girl panties... (I was wearing plain white knickers that night not that I had a choice that's all I owned) I said something along the lines of only when nothing else is washed and her boyfriend smiled and said like today.
Embarrassed, yes. Angry, yes. Feeling betrayed by my friend, yes.
The day after in class I made a point of telling her that I was upset and annoyed, she told me not to worry and that we would go shopping and buy me some "grown up girls panties". I told her what her boyfriend had done the night before and she said she didn't know anything about it. But, she promised that she was a true friend and would make sure I got my own back on the pig.
