Yes, Cleaner and Cooler

Aunt Jen quickly steered me into the bathroom and got to work cleaning any part of skin she could reach. I thought about telling her I could do it myself but decided she was just helping and didn't want to offend her.

Soon my skin was clean and it was time to clean my blouse and skirt. But, no matter how hard she scrubbed, the spots wouldn't go. Finally, she relented, "Ok, this is not going to work, this just made you wet and dirty, take off all your wet clothes and I'll be back with a change". Aunt Jen quickly exited the bathroom muttering about getting back on schedule.

Not wanting to keep everyone waiting even longer, I quickly pulled off the top and skirt, leaving me standing in front of the sinks and mirror in just my tiny panties. And wasn't I a sight!

The moisture from the wet top glistened over my nipples, perfectly erect from the cool breeze in the bathroom. And down below, my thighs glistened with another wetness as my excited clit winked at me from above glistening lips. A finger rubbing across my nether lips confirmed what I already knew, I was soaked. I wondered if these panties were even necessary now, all they seemed to do was put my clit on display and rub against me, making me even hotter. Thinking maybe my aunt was right, she did say to take off all wet clothes, so I quickly took a hold of the panties and pulled them down and off.

I now stood completely exposed in a public bathroom, only my sandals remaining on my feet, and despite everything else, my hair was somehow still perfect. Suddenly I heard a voice nearby, shocking me out of my inspection of my body. I shot into one of the three stalls, clutching my clothes and locked the door. But it was only my sister, " Hey sis, aunt Jen gave me your new outfit, just give me the wet stuff and I'll pass it over". Grateful, I quickly handed over my folded clothes and accepted a white floral bundle. With a whisper to not take too long and only the sound of the door opening and closing Liz left.

Holding up the bundle which seemed to be one of my old sundresses I opened it up. The pretty pink flowers on the white, airy material seemed fine, but the buttons down the length of the dress were kinda annoying to deal with. They were probably the reason why I had only worn this dress once. At least the dress had an inner lining to sort of support my braless chest. Shaking off the annoyance I quickly pulled it on and buttoned it from chest to thigh.

Exiting the stall I looked at myself again, the dress was kinda shorter than what I remembered, being at mid thigh. The top held the bottom of my breasts so it didn't seem like I was braless, but showed a fair amount of cleavage but considering that I just showed everything outside, I could live with it. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened again, letting in a breeze that swirled my skirt and sent a tingle across my now bare pussy. Seeing just how far up the bottom of the dress swirled I was rethinking my lack of panties in this dress, but it was too late, because the panties were gone.

Sighing, I glanced up at the doorway to see...