"Bridgette, this isn't negotiable. You may legally be an adult, but your still my friend, kiddo. And friends look out for each other, even if the other doesn't like it. There's a changing booth right over there, at the sand."
"H-hey, isn't that an ice-cream stand?" Bridgette asked, pointing. Keslie perked up like a fox at the hunt.
"Where? Wait - that's not nice Bridgette. No, come on."
"Ohh, that always works...." Bridgette sighed. She simply slumped, letting her weight give Keslie a hard time. Still, she got dragged to the changing rooms. She pretty much closed her eyes before they entered. Then, they came to a stop. A door clicked. Bridgette opened her eyes. She was in a booth. Then, fabric was flung over the door.
"I already have my bikini on, so I just need to lose a layer. So I'll be here waiting for you to come out. In your bathing suit. Only your bathing suit."
Yea, yea...." Bridgette sighed under her breath. There was even a mirror. There had to be a mirror. Bridgette began to undress. The baggy sweater first. Dark flesh was revealed, and plenty of it. Bridgette, despite her youth, had slightly saggy breasts, quite a weighty bosom, if nothing impressive. Her stomach was more noticable. A smooth dome of dark chocolate. It was actually slightly cut into by her pants, which went next. Bridgette groaned. She looked fatter every time she saw herself. Of course, she didn't see herself very often.
"Bridgette."
"I'm coming!" Bridgette complained. She sighed, turned away from the mirror, and continued changing.
"Happy?" Bridgette asked, opening the door and sulking. She wore a blue one-piece that, while modest, showed her pouchy body quite well. She looked up at Keslie.
"Not exactly." Keslie said, a serene smile on her face. She was dressed in a strapless bikini top and bottom, both tan, almost invisible on her body. She could have been a model. Well, her butt sure curved away from her, but other than that...
"I'll die of embarrassment, I will. It can happen."
"Of course, kiddo. We'll be at your funeral." Keslie said, ruffling Bridgette's hair. "Look, you'll get used to it. But I've been enough of a pest for now. You pick what we do next. And no, we can't go back to the car. We can go eat or something if you'd like to.
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