Who wears boy shorts?

"This is very embarrassing." Soraya began, her face looking like it was about to explode. "I need a swimsuit! Please! Two girls I came to the beach with stole mine!"

"Well, what about your clothes?" The Shopkeep asked.

"They took them too! I'm..." Soraya whimpered as she looked around before whispering, "Naked."

"Oh, you poor dear. I'd gladly give you a bikini for free..."

"Yes!"

"But I just sold my last one."

"What about a one piece?" Soraya asked.

"None of those either, I'm afraid."

"Well, what do you have left?!"

The Shopkeep looked Soraya up in down with an apologetic look.

"Where is she?!" Violet hissed as she and Gabby searched the beach, not seeing any trace of Soraya. "It's a pale naked eighteen year old girl! She'd stick out like a sore thumb!"

"Unless she went in the opposite..." Gabby began before trailing off as Violet yelped in fear, the latter connecting the dots.

"I'm freaking dead..."

"Okay, no need to panic." Gabby said as she tried to calm her friend down, "Just go get some ice cream and then tell your moms that Soraya wasn't feeling well and went home."

Violet stopped panicking for a bit before a calm smile came to her face, turning to Gabby. "Tell them she went home because she wasn't feeling well! That's a great idea." Violet said calmly as she placed both her hands on each of Gabby's shoulders, "It's completely fool proof from every angle. There's just one small question: How do you think her mother would react if she went to go check on Soraya," she began shaking Gabby while yelling, "ONLY TO NOT FIND HER AT HOME, YOU FREAKING MORON?!"

"Well she couldn't have left the beach, right?!" Gabby asked as she broke out of Violet's grip.

"Yes, but she's two miles in the opposite direction by now!" Violet groaned, "I gotta go find her and bring her back here! You keep our moms busy!"

"What?! Why me?!" Gabby barked. "She's not gonna want help from you after you pulled this on her!"

"Oh, don't act like you're a freaking saint here!" Violet spat. "And you think she's gonna want help from you?!"

"More than she'll want from you."

"Fine!" Violet said in annoyance, "If you're so sure, then you go get Soraya while I keep our moms busy!"

"Fine by me!" Gabby spat as she walked past Violet. She was about five feet away from her friend when she paused. "Wait a second..."

Gabby looked over her shoulder to see Violet heading back to their beach blanket, the other girl chuckling as she muttered different ideas for what to say to her mother.

"You little, lazy, bitch..." Gabby growled as she headed towards the boardwalk they had originally left Soraya under.

Soraya was feeling mixed emotions right now. On the one hand, she was finally wearing something as she trudged down the beach. However, said something was a pair of black and gold men's swim trunks as she wrapped an arm around her breasts with the umbrella in front of her.

"Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose." Soraya muttered as she looked around for any sight of Violet and Gabby. "I just hope that -"

"Heads up!"

Soraya yelped as she dropped the umbrella, her hands instinctively shooting out to stop the beach ball from hitting her face as a group of young women around her age walked up to her.