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Chapter #5
Striptease
by: Unknown
Mary had skipped around the beach, a swimsuit flung over her arm, and had spotted the changing rooms / washrooms. She raced towards them, already fumbling at her top. Her grin made her almost look frenzied. Nonetheless, she caught the eyes of a couple rather beefy male moemon exiting the men's changing rooms. One whistled at her. Mary didn't even notice.
Inside, there were lockers and booths for changing, and Mary wasn't having any of either. She threw her swimsuit down right inside the door. She tore off her top and flung it down besides her swimsuit. That left only a minimalist yellow bra cupping her breasts. Firm and perky, they were quite an impressive sight. They fit the D-cup bra snugly, not an inch to spare. Mary got more than a few startled and/or interested stares from other beachgoers as she stripped. Next came the pants and belt. Mary's undwear was white with a little lightning-bolt print. They looked almost like a child's pair, especially given her slender waist. Almost. A few of the other moemon girls exchanged glances. She wasn't going to....?
A few minutes later, and a series of stunned moemon girls exited the changing rooms. One made cupping motions with her hands, looking like she was weighing something imaginary. A few shook their heads. Then, Mary exited exuberantly. She was only barely decent in a skimpy sunny-yellow bikini. It covered no more than her underwear, which was to say very little. Mary skipped along, carrying her clothes back to the jeep. She didn't notice someone had followed her out of the changing rooms.
"Huh. Harley?" Mary asked, looking around the jeep. It was empty. Mary shrugged, and then on a limb, began pulling herself up the side of the vehicle. It was quite easy for her to clamber up so she was standing on the top of the doorframe. Her bust wobbled ridiculously, and it was only by the grace of this story's content rating that nothing popped out. Behind her, someone cursed and hid behind a car as Mary turned a full circle, trying to spot someone she knew. No luck. So Mary shrugged, hopped off the car, and popped her clothes in.
"Imma make a sandcaaaaaaaaastle." she yelled, racing towards the sand, bouncing all the way.
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