She does, but things don't go quite as expected

The rain had quenched Lucy's anger, and in hindsight, she only felt guiltier when she looked at Vivian on the ground. They would've never lost hide-and-seek if Lucy hadn't kept pushing earlier. And the only reason they were outside was that she wanted clothing at the expense of Vivian.

Vivian's antics and behavior might aggravate Lucy but was she any better? The facedown redhead in the rain answered that question for her.

Lucy approached Vivian, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Hey," she shook, "You okay?"

As the Asian girl knelt lower, the redhead saw her opportunity. She grabbed Lucy's outstretched arm and headbutted Lucy's chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs.

Vivian tried to run past the winded girl, but Lucy caught the redhead's ankle, tripping her into the muddy grass beyond the sidewalk. The Asian girl couldn't make it away either, getting pulled into the mud as well.

The two scuffled for a bit. One would wrestle the other to the ground and run before getting pulled right back in. Both breathed hard as the struggle went on.

The redhead had managed to get on top of Lucy again, holding her arms down. They panted hard, staring into their opponents' eyes but neither had the strength to escape. New rain swept away the sweat from their battle.

In a final attempt, Vivian's dropped her head toward Lucy. Citrus engulfed the scents of mud and grass as their lips connected. The surprised Asian girl wrapped her arms around the redhead and pulled their bodies closer.

The mortal enemies made out. Years of pent-up frustration and fighting held them together.

"Do we really have to fight?" Vivian muttered, "I like this a lot better."

Lucy pushed the redhead away from her face a foot or so, "You do know you have a lot to make up for." Vivian's lips quivered as Lucy continued, "But sure, we can work on it."

Before Vivian could embrace her again, Lucy said, "Maybe first we should deal with our current situation."

"Oh, shit," Vivian remembered, "I think you should just take the win. I don't want things to go back..."

Lucy's eye glinted, "I have a better idea."

Soon, the girls were back on their feet and sprinting to the diner doors. Kate and Cassy waited eagerly to see who would win.

Kate egged them on when they got closer, "Quite the show you two put on out there!"

Lucy and Vivian were unphased as they neared the finish line of the welcome mat. It wasn't until they were inches from the end that the plan began.

Kate was bewildered when Lucy hit her face with a handful of mud. Before she reacted, her apron had fallen to the ground with her shorts while the two girls removed her button-up. Kate tried to clear her vision, but a pinch to the nipples caused her to stumble backward.

Cassy stood shell-shocked a few feet away. Her eyes darted between the undressed duo, but she couldn't find a way out.

It only took a moment for the shy girl's skirt and blouse to be stolen from her. As soon as the two scooped the clothes up, they disappeared inside.

When the new teammates re-emerged, Kate hadn't even finished wiping the mud off her face. Vivian wore Cassy's skirt, which she had to hold up, but her raincoat helped hide the loose blouse. Lucy burst out in Kate's clothes. Her breasts bounced through the stretched fabric while the shorts pulled tight against her ass.

Cassy watched in shock as the two hopped into the redhead's SUV and drove off.

"Fuck, they got us good. I can't decide if those two pairing up is a relief or terrifying." Kate asked.

Cassy didn't respond but did follow Kate back into the diner. They went to the stash of clothes which was strangely devoid of underwear.

"Kate," Cassy addressed, "did you put the underwear somewhere else?"

"I don't remember moving it..." Kate trailed as she spotted a note.

I see London
I see France
You'll never find your underpants
;P

"If they had time for this, why the hell wear our clothes?" Kate continued.

A grim realization came to mind as they looked over the clothes. Aside from Lucy's shirt and jeans, all they had were Vivian's undersized shirt and shorts.

Cassy's top-heavy figure stretched at the buttons of Lucy's shirt. She fidgeted with the oversized jeans while she sat in a booth.

The shorts dug into Kate's ass, not even covering her cheeks. The canvas shirt was more for show as her apron was the only thing covering her chest.

The bell for the front door rang, and Kate gritted her teeth, "Welcome! Take any seat you'd like."