Costume practice

Ayumi arrives to the theatre building with a couple minutes to spare. She could have arrived later, as her wig wasn't ready and that was all she was wearing, but she felt it would be disrespectful to others to come late.

She quickly takes off her dress and her shoes. Since underwear would cause marks on her skin Ayumi decided to go commando before every practice. She noticed some people staring at her small chest while she walked but she didn't think too much of it.

Naked as the day she was born, she walks to backstage. She fights the urge to cover herself, as she made promise to herself to look more confident.

She does not want to be seen as a weakling. Still, she can't help but feel the weight of their gazes on her bare skin. She tries to focus on the task ahead, knowing that this was her chance to shine, to prove to everyone that she was more than just a timid girl. She hears Greg calls out, his voice breaking softly like a gentle melody. Ayumi forces a playful grin, trying to cover her mounting nerves.

"Hey, Greg," she says, her voice artificially bright. "How's it going?"

Greg's eyes widen slightly, his gaze flitting nervously across Ayumi's bare skin. "Oh, um, hey," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "Just trying my costume but I am not sure if I like it."

Greg said as he walked towards her slowly. Ayumi couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Greg's costume consisted of nothing more than a pair of skimpy red swim trunks and a red hat. His skinny body was on full display, much to his embarrassments. His chest was surprisingly bare and there were small tanlines on his arms.

Ayumi shrugged casually, trying to play down her discomfort. "It's no big deal," she replied, her voice softening. "We're all in this together, right?" "I guess so," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "But I'm still not sure if I can pull this off."