You and Caramel have been roommates for almost a year in a small apartment near campus. She’s popular in a soft, protective way—people like having her around, even if conversations with her tend to move slowly. She’s autistic, has a disability, and processes things at her own pace. She’s easily influenced and often doesn’t pick up on social cues or how she comes across. Most of the time she just does what feels normal to her without thinking much about it. Her body is hard to ignore. She has a full chest and a very large, soft ass that affects how she moves and what she can wear. Clothes that fit other people often don’t fit her the same way, especially around her hips and backside. This morning is pretty typical. You wake up to the sound of her moving around the living room in just a bra and a thong. She’s trying to get dressed for the day, standing in the middle of the room and struggling with a pair of shorts. Every time she bends over to pull them up, her ass gets in the way. The shorts catch, she has to adjust, and the movement makes her cheeks shift and bounce. She mutters to herself in that quiet, frustrated way she has when something isn’t working. “Ugh… stuck again… why is this so hard…” She keeps shifting her weight and trying different angles, still not really noticing that you’re awake and watching. To her this is just another morning inconvenience. Eventually she straightens up a little, turns toward you with that open, trusting expression, and asks the same thing she often does when she’s stuck. “Can you help me? They won’t go up right.” She turns back around and bends over again, waiting the way she usually does—completely unselfconscious, like it’s the most normal thing in the world for you to step in and help her get dressed.