Put on your game faces… and uniforms

Announcer: The girls hit the locker room to get dressed for what came next.

The camera cut to a new scene… the women stood around Angela in a gym locker room. In contrast to their home shower, this room seemed more like a professional sports locker room, brand new and covered in large shiny tiles. There was a line of lockers with the women’s names on them, a large mirror, sinks, toilet stalls, and several showers. Unlike the bathroom at home, the showers were all private. However, there were not enough for everyone to use.

Angela said, “Inside your lockers, you’ll find your first challenge outfit. Open them up and take a look!”

The women did as they were told. Inside each locker, there was a red string bikini on a clothes hanger. The locker also contained a pair of elbow and knee guards, a pair of protective booties, but nothing else.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Angela asked. “Put them on!”

“Right here in the middle of the room?” Penelope asked.

“Some of you will have to. Unless you share the stalls, that is.” Angela joked.

“Who gets the stalls?” Naomi asked.

“This is the time you’ll have to fight for them.”

When Angela said this, a few women had already started walking to the changing areas before the rest of them realized what was going on. They’d have to fight each other for a private place. Then, the stampede started.

All the women rushed and pushed each other to get to a changing area. Some of them made it to the showers. Some of them did not bother and ran for the nearest area instead… the bathroom stalls. Some of them raced toward these stalls only after being denied a shower stall, shoving and elbowing each other all the way. Finally, when all else was taken, about half of the women had **** but to change in the open. The women tried to conceal themselves however they could, but anyone who was looking could see them on full display.

Georgie: “I had to change out in the open. I couldn’t get to a stall fast enough.”

Libby: “I tried not to look. Were other people looking at me?”

Macie: “Yeah, I got a shower stall. I didn’t need it, I’m used to changing in front of other women, but I can’t let someone else take the best spot from me. I need to show that I’m top dog.”

Gwen: “I changed with Haylee. It was a little awkward, but it was still better than being completely out in the open.”

Haylee: “We were both fighting to get into the same stall, and we just kind of squeezed in. Neither of us wanted to leave, so we just agreed to change together. We didn’t look, but um, we bumped into each other, um, a couple of times.”

Jane: “Yes, I changed in a bathroom stall. It was fine, okay? It wasn’t any less dignified than anywhere else.”

Sharon: “I would have made it to the showers, because I’m a winner!”

Director: “Then what happened?”

Sharon: “I didn’t see, but somebody pushed me to the floor. I guess some women just don’t play fair. That’s okay though, I’m still going to come out on top, because I have a positive mental attitude and a hard work ethic. Lean in!”

Vivian: “We all fought each other to get some privacy, but Kiki didn’t even try. She just started changing in the middle of the locker room.”

Naomi: “Ironically, everyone was too distracted by their own pushing and shoving to see what she was doing, so she probably had complete privacy out in the open. She was already changed by the time I started.”

Penelope: “This is fine. Women shouldn’t be embarassed by their bodies. Body shame is a repressive tool of the patriarchy.”

Director: “But you tried to get to a private stall. You looked pretty ****.”

Penelope: “Yeah um, because um, some women aren’t comfortable with the sight of another naked woman, and I didn’t want to trigger them.” She smiled uncomfortably.

Carmen: “It’s go time, b*tches! Let’s do this!”

At last, the camera showed the results of all this turmoil… the sixteen women standing there, dressed in their very skimpy swimwear. One thing was apparent… the bikinis were one size fits all… or rather, they were one size, but they did not exactly fit all. The “bigger” the women were, the more stuffed they appeared to be in too-small outfits. On the very bustiest, big-hipped and big reared of them, the outfit practically looked like a minikini.

“Don’t you all look beautiful in your matching outfits!” Angela said. Not all the women looked like they agreed. “Well now ladies, let’s get to it!” she beamed.