Leotard Malfunction

Sumire found herself back in Japan as the annual Tokyo Gymnastics Meet had began only a couple days prior.

The red headed girl sat idly on the bench in nothing but her thick framed glasses, casually scrolling through her phone completely nude. She was just about to change into her leotard, now sat next to her on the bench, but had received a text from her father, leading her to respond.

Sumire had a set of medium sized breasts lying on her chest, with dark pink nipples. Her nude body showed off her muscle definition, as she sported a subtle six pack and killer legs and thigh muscles. In between her legs as a neatly trimmed landing strip, the same vibrant red as her hair.

But as she was busy texting her father, saying how confident she was in winning the competition, a taller, bustier woman walked up to Sumire.

“Hi there, you’re Sumire Yoshizawa, correct?” The woman asked, placing her hand on her bare set of hips.

“Oh, hello! Yes, that’s me!” Sumire replied with a cheerful smile, looking up at the taller, muscular woman. She was similarly naked, sporting a darker olive bronze skin tone that made her brown eyes pop out to Sumire. She had an aura of confidence, strutting around like a super model. It made Sumire feel small in comparison, especially chest wise as she hadn’t grown much over the years.

“I’m such a big fan of yours, Yoshizawa-chan! I absolutely adored your performance in the Eastern Nations Gymnastics Championships. I’ve never seen someone pull off even half the tricks you do!” The woman explained.

“Thanks…” Sumire said in her usual soft voice, her face blushing as she heard her heaping praise. “Everyone did so well in that competition that I didn’t even think I’d win.”

“And you’re humble! You’re a piece of work, you know that, Yoshizawa-chan?”

Sumire didn’t know it at the time, but the taller gymnasts words were merely an attempt to soften her up, to distract her from another contender behind the red head as she torn the seams and stitches on her leotard. Her sparkly purple leotard that she had worn for years at that point was being man handled, and Sumire was none the wiser.

Once the other contestant was done, she placed the leotard back down gently, all the while flashing her partner in crime a devilish grin and a thumbs up before slinking away.

“Oh, look at the time! I guess it’s time for us to change into our uniforms! Wouldn’t want to leave you naked like this.” The gymnast said with a not so subtle wink before leaving Sumire.

“How strange, but It’s nice to know someone’s a fan of mine!” Sumire said to herself.