I was 14 and playing Truth or Dare at camp with some kids my age. The counselors weren't watching us, and someone was sneaking around a bottle of vodka, so it got pretty wild. Then it got to be my turn. I was shy and wanted to fit in, so I decided to prove how gutsy I was by picking, "Dare."
One of the boys dared me to take off my bra, without taking off my shirt, while hopping on one foot. I knew I could do it (I'd changed out of my bra before without taking my shirt off) so I started hopping and gamely removed it.
Then as I was about to throw it down dramatically, I realized - "Oh no, this is one of my padded bras." I didn't actually like wearing padded bras. Since in my mind it just enhanced the fact that there was nothing to enhance, but my mother had bought me about a dozen.
Apparently one had made its way into my clothes for camp, and I'd missed it when I was putting my clothes on half-asleep. (Why do camps wake people up at dawn, anyway?) As I took it off I flung it behind one of the couches, but someone spotted the pads as it flew past them and dug it out.
I was mortified. But, the good news was that after living through the hazing and not actually dying, I ended up being a little less shy and ended up feeling strangely close to the other kids. I was asked out by one of the boys from my group, who became my "camp boyfriend," and that also helped me get over the embarrassment.
I went back to that camp for the next three years and became pretty good friends with them all, even the guy who pulled my bra from behind the couch.