A white t-shirt

Oh, who was she kidding?!

Emma knew that she wasn't brave enough to try and streak!

With no other options available to her, the Brit reluctantly pulled the large, white t-shirt over her head.

Shuffling over to a mirror, Emma saw how ridiculous her reflection looked.

The t-shirt swamped her torso, terminating just above her knees, and had the phrase "Wet n' Wild!" emblazoned across the chest.

She blushed when she saw that the t-shirt was already turning transparent and sticking to her wet body. A curious passerby wouldn't have to get too close to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Emma did her best to squeeze moisture out of her dark hair and brush any excess droplets off her arms, but she was still soaking when she stepped gingerly out on the locker room and into the cool night.

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Emma had forgotten however cold it could get in the desert at night; something that was even more drastic for someone who was soaking wet and dressed only in an thin t-shirt.

The Brit clutched the hem of her t-shirt, trying to pull it as far as possible down her thighs. She kept her eyes fixed on her bare feet, cringing as she felt her unrestrained breasts bouncing up and down.

A half naked, soaking wet woman would attract attention even if they weren't a tennis star in the week of a tournament. Fortunately, it was still early enough that the streets weren't too busy with night life. If she could just make it back to her hotel-

"Emma?"