Try to walk out in one of the one-pieces

Chapter originally by Anonegg on writing . com

Yuki discarded the red bikini on the floor. If she was going to have to wear a swimsuit in public, then she at least wanted a modest one. She stood, being careful that nobody from the mall outside could see her, and began scanning the rack for her size. An easy enough task normally, but when you're naked and the hangers are in no particular order it becomes a great deal more difficult. After about twenty seconds - but which felt to Yuki like an hour - she settled for a one-piece that was just slightly below her regular size.

As she slid it up her legs and began to pull the stretchy material over her hip, two things became apparent to Yuki that hadn't been obvious before. First of all the back of the one-piece was a thong style, meaning that both of her cheeks were on full display. Secondly it appeared that the top half of it didn't have shoulder straps, but instead it was a boob-tube style elasticated top.

Beggars can't be choosers, she thought to herself as she shuffled her breasts into the suit.

She looked down at herself. The suit barely fit, clinging uncomfortably around the stomach and beginning to slip down her breasts. The crotch was dangerously close to a camel-toe situation, too; if the material shifted left or right then her pussy would be on full display.

Steeling herself once more, Yuki stepped out of the racks and made her way over to the counter. Before she even got there she found herself re-adjusting her top to prevent spillage. Once she was secure, she made her way behind the counter and knocked on the backroom door that the sales assistant had fled into.

"Excuse me, miss?" a woman's voice said from behind her.

Yuki jumped in surprise, her breasts bravely defeating gravity in the battle for her swimsuit in the process. A middle aged woman was standing at the counter.

"Y-yes?" Yuki asked.

"Do you work here?"

"Uh, well..."