Stay wet

She only had limited coverage, and she certainly wasn't going to waste it on drying herself. Still wet, she picked up the white gym shirt and lowered it over her head. Her wet skin resisted the material, making it harder to put on, but after a few minutes of grunting and straining she was able to get the t-shirt on.

Almost immediately it was apparent how useless the garment was going to be. It was tight and thin at the best of times, but clinging to her wet skin it was partially transparent in all the wrong places. She looked down at her breasts - turned grey by the wet white cotton - and could visibly see her nipples poking out. The shirt only reached as far as her belly button, so her lower half was still completely exposed. She threw the pumps onto the ground, jumping as the sole slapped against the tile flooring, and stepped into them. Placing her hands over her crotch, Anna crept over to the locker room door...