Chapter #4Mick and Trish. by: Fenrir As Mick entered the stall, he laid down Trish's clothes on the bench and looked over the outfit. He saw Trish's black denim shorts, her red tank top, her gray sweater, her black sneakers, hell even her black lace panties and bra.
They weren't allowed to wear their wet swimwear outside of the pool, or otherwise he would have considered keeping them on instead, unfortunately, he couldn't afford to be kicked out like that as it would force him to take Trish's clothes with him anyway.
Reluctantly, Mick took off his swimming trunks and dried himself off with Trish's towel. It took him a moment to swallow his pride as he grabbed the black lace panties off the bench and slid them on. They were really tight and definitely not mad for a guy to wear, but nonetheless he slid them on as best he could before turning to the shorts.
As he slid the shorts over his legs he felt their tightness with every inch he pulled them up, eventually reaching his hips and waist and made him realize just how slender Trish was. It was lucky (or maybe unlucky) for Mick that he was very slender as well, so he could pull up the shorts all the way and closed them up. Mick felt VERY uncomfortable however as almost his entire legs were exposed with a very uncomfortable bulge present in Trish's shorts.
As soon as Mick managed to swallow his pride one more time, he grabbed the black lace bra and reluctantly tried to put it on.
It took him quite a while before he managed to properly put it on, but luckily for him, Trish wore one that was fairly easy to figure out. Regardless of this however, it still was extremely tight on him as Trish had a slender and small chest. He considered leaving it off but realized it would be more awkward if someone saw him hold it and decided to take the risk on no one seeing it while he was wearing it.
He tried to cover the bra as best as he could as he slid on the tight red tank top and put on the comfortable gray sweater, leaving the zipper open as he was quite warm at the moment. The sweater and tank top weren't that uncomfortable, but still pretty tight, though they didn't make Mick feel as uncomfortable as the shorts did.
Lastly, Mick needed to put on the black sneakers, but while the socks weren't an issue, the sneakers were definitely a size too small for him. Mick had small feet for a guy, but not quite as small as Trish's were. Mick couldn't fully squeeze his feet in the sneakers, but did a decent attempt as he managed to get his heel in just slightly.
With his feet being squeezed by Trish's sneakers, his legs being bare and exposed under Trish's shorts and his chest being squeezed by Trish's tank and bra, Mick felt exposed and uncomfortable, but he couldn't stay in the stall for too long.
Finally gathering his courage, Mick stepped out of the stall and saw Chrissie and Trish waiting for him. Trish looked pretty much as awkward as he did. She was now wearing Mick's black jeans and gray t-shirt, as well as presumably his boxers. Her feet were loosely fit into his sneakers and she had his jacket on her as well.
Chrissie on the other hand, had her own clothes on and was laughing uncontrollably at Trish and Mick's clothes swap. Which made Mick suspect she did it on purpose.
"You look soooo cuuuute." Chrissie kept laughing as Mick ignored her and talked to Trish.
"Did you know this was going to happen? When I found out I had your clothes I couldn't find you anywhere." Mick said annoyed.
"I didn't realize until I was in the changing rooms, I looked for you too but the place is a maze." Trish said as she could hardly contain her giggles.
"We should get back into a stall and swap back." Mick said with an even more annoyed tone.
"......" Trish responded. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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