As soon as Marigold darted into her room and locked the door, Lynn knew what was wrong. Sighing in frustration, she knocked on the door to Marigold's room.
"Come on, Mari, don't be like this!" Lynn begged. "It'll look great on you!"
"It'll look ridiculous!" Mari snapped back, her voice muffled by the door. "That's not even a swimsuit! It's a bunch of string!"
While that wasn't entirely true, Marigold's swimsuit left extremely little to the imagination. The top was a small thing, designed to show off the wearer's body first and foremost. A small triangle of red fabric with a red cross was meant to cover Marigold's treasure, while maybe a quarter of her butt would have been covered by the strip of fabric running down the back. Meanwhile, the ties on each hip formed fetching little bows.
The top, such as it was, was where Marigold's biggest problem lay. Lynn apparently expected Marigold to cover her breasts with little more than two triangles connected by a thin cord, and tied together in the back and behind her neck.
"Lynn, my... my... chest would be practically bare!" Mari protested.
"That's the point, Mari!" Lynn explained, irritation beginning to rise. "Listen, you know how the DDs are. They think they're so much better than m... us, just because they've all got huge knockers. You could put all of them in their place and show them that we BBs are just as awesome as them! You'd be doing it for all of us! So come on Mari, just wear it for tonight?"
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