A Competition

The text read:

"I thought you ladies might like a little competition. Each of you must go to the restroom, and remove/tear/lose as much clothing as you'd like. Then send me a pic. Whatever you come out wearing is what you will wear the rest of the day.

The catch? Whoever has the least clothing is safe. Whoever has the most - will have to show at least as much skin as the other girl did for the rest of the week!

And no coordinating beforehand, that wouldn't be any fun!"

After reading the text, Tanya sighed a deep sigh realizing what this meant. She had enough trouble as it was. She would have to do whatever it took to win the competition.

Charity said "Tell you what. If you agree lose your bra and panties, I'll do just my bra. It'll look good for this pervert, and I'll be stuck in skirts as short as your's all week, but it won't be that bad."

Tanya desperately wanted to take her up on this offer, even as she didn't believe for a moment that she'd hold onto her end of the bargain. It would at least limit the damage. But she had read the line: "no coordinating beforehand" and for her, it had become an order.

"Sorry" said Tanya "But he said no coordinating. I don't want to make him mad" that was at least a partial truth.

With that, they broke off to go carry out the bizarre dare.