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Chapter 8 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

What type of contest is it?

Wet T-shirt Contest

"Basically," Alex said, explaining the competition, "they give you a white T-shirt to change into, and whoever wears it best, wins."

"Really?" She punched the air. "Perfect! I'm the best at wearing clothes! This will be a piece of cake. Though, there are a lot of other people who look like they've been wearing clothes for a while, too."

Claire smiled. "There's more to it than that. Sometimes there's an obstacle course or some other sort of challenge game too. I remember last time I went to one of these, there was a jello-wrestling tournament at the end."

Lilly's eyes grew wide. "Really? I love jello! That's, like, my forty-second favorite food ever, right between corn on the cob and potato salad! Oh, this is going to be great!"

She reached the front of the line and received her T-shirt, a bit smaller than what she usually wore, but she had come too far to back down! Seriously, the line was, like, thirty feet long. She started to change into it, found herself politely escorted to a changing stall, and finished changing into it. It was a bit snug, tight around the breasts, and it came down to an inch above her navel, but she was wearing it like a professional. Seriously, people would have paid her money to have her wear something like that T-shirt.

She stepped out of the changing stall wearing…

What is she wearing?

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