You really did have stuff to do.
Sara was on the swim team and would always practice a couple days a week in your pool.
You walked past her to go get "your" swimsuit from your room.
Once there, you began to open drawers, looking for "your" swimwear. Finally you see it, and your heart nearly skips a beat. You try to give yourself mental support. This is a completely normal thing to do -especially for a girl like me.
You pulled the bikini top and bottom carefully out of the drawer. You realized how real the situation was when you held up the top over your breasts. It fit perfectly.
You began to take off your blouse. I can do this. I am Sara after all. It fell to the floor, drawing your attention to the padded bra you were wearing underneath it.
Two lumps of real flesh filled this bra. You wore a dull expression while unhooking the bra that was squeezing your torso, still trying to act like Sara (you wanted to practice it to yourself, too).
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