A tennis skirt

Monica stared at the tiny pleated monstrosity in the brightest pink she had ever seen. She could feel herself recoiling in horror but when the coach shook the little pink thing at her again she had **** but to take it.

"Is there anything else?" Monica asked. the coach gave her a little look from her head to her toes and then shrugged, handing over another blindingly pink piece of fabric. Which turned out to be a strappy bra thing. Monica breathed a relieved "thank you", but the coach just waved her off, already back to what she was doing before.

Back in the locker room, Monica stood staring at the garish pieces of fabric wondering if she was really going to do this. breathing deep again she started with the skirt, standing facing the mirror she comforted herself with the fact that her pussy wasn't showing .. at least while she was standing up straight. A turn to the side showed that she couldn't say the same for her ass ...UGH....

The moment she put on the top she found another reason to hate it more than the color.