T-shirt and shorts

Bria almost immediately dismissed the swimwear. What was the fun of prancing around in clothes that were meant to get wet?

She dithered between the other two piles, quickly looking through each, choosing a favorite from each before comparing them.

In the end she went with shirt and shorts, choosing white for each. She wasn't sure what the material was, just that it would hug her body like a second skin and felt incredibly light.

When she put it on, feeling somewhat **** to hide herself from the camera, she was pleased to see that the top bared her entire midriff up to perhaps an inch away from her breasts. Knowing how the boys would groan and complain about that inch made her nipples ache and visibly tent beneath the light fabric of her shirt.

"An excellent choice!" a voice said, startling her. An older woman smiled at her, obviously not part of the competition. She held something like a toolkit in her arms. "The white is a nice touch. It says virginal and pure while the clothes say 'slut'."

Hearing this forty-something woman say 'slut' so casually threw Bria off and she simply stared. The woman inspected her face a moment, before saying, "I do makeup for some of the girls. Of course, you could do your own, but..."

"Two minutes!" a voice yelled. Two? Where had the other eight gone, she wondered.

"Well that's why you might want someone else to do it for you. For the sake of speed. Now what kind of make-up do you want?"

"Uh..."

"Let me put it this way, dear," the woman said, clearly thinking Bria was a bit of a bimbo, "Do you want to look like a virgin or a whore?"

"Whore?" Bria repeated. Surely that wasn't what the woman had meant.

Before she could say anything the woman went to work. Bria's beauty contest experience wouldn't allow her to interrupt or do anything other than stay still while the woman applied the make-up. To move or speak might damage the work being done, and with only two...

"One minute!" the voice yelled.

With only one minute she had to take what she was being given and hope the woman knew what she was doing.

"Thirty seconds!" the voice yelled again when the woman, amazingly, finished.

"Good choice, dear. It looks natural on you."

"Uh, thanks, can I...." Bria began, wanting to take a look, but at that moment someone smacked into her from behind. She was certain she felt hands on her butt and whirled to see who was groping her.

"Oops. Sorry," said the girl from before, the no-tits one who'd fielded her first questions. She held something in her hands, like a paper with big red writing on it.

Before Bria could see what it was or demand an apology the voice called out, "Ten seconds, get in line!"

"You'd better get in line, dear," said the older woman. Bria could swear she was looking at her butt with a smirk but the final announcement had all her attention and she trotted off to find the line.