Prompt: 3. Neoprene

Character(s): Allison Argent, Kate Argent

Word Count: 857

Rating: T

Warning(s): Language, innuendo

The thing about finding a bathing suit that was 'dress code permissible' was that it was about as tiring as it was necessary. Her old one was from the second out of three schools that she went to during ninth grade, she'd hope it would still fit and she'd be able to forgo the whole shopping excursion but it had a rip in the side seam and the way her hips had grown without her noticing made the bottom of it crawl up and into places she'd rather they not.

"It's supposed to cling, for better traction," her aunt Kate had explained from outside the dressing room door as she listened to her niece complain that the suit she'd pulled off the rack was not as modest as it had looked on the hanger.

"It's gym class, not an Olympic event," Allison informed her staring at the stretch of the bathing suit across her torso, her lungs hurt from the constriction of the suit.

There was a snort from outside the door and the creak of her aunt Kate leaning on the support next to the door.

"Okaaay, then it's supposed to cling to give the boys in your co-ed gym class wood, they're going to look anyway."

Allison watched her reflection grow more and more red by the idea, she pressed her hands to her cheeks and struck a pose in the mirror with a hip cocked and a knee bent softly, she piled her hair onto the top of her head and studied herself.

"Cold water and bathing suits are basically soft core porn territory. You might as well make it so they have to stay in the pool for long enough to avoid the embarrassment. It's going to happen, have a little fun with it."

"Lalalala! Can't hear you!" She shouted at the older woman outside the door.

"What, it's the truth!"

"Well I'd rather wear a wet suit than this," she frowned at the mirror and reached for her bra.

"What's wrong with it?"

She pulled the legs of her jeans right side out and shook them out and then did the same to her shirt.

"I don't know, the last one was too baggy and this one is way too tight. My boobs look like they're about to split it."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Me too! Their so tiny and they're like busting out."

"Let me see."

"No, I'm changing and going to look for another one," she'd feel a little ridiculous standing in the open doorway of the dressing room in a bathing suit and her striped fuzzy socks.

"Just let me see."

"Don't laugh," she warned. She slid the door lock and opened the door with a shrug, her eyes on the ground.

"No promises," warned her aunt before she'd stepped all the way out.

Kate cracked up and shook her head at the bathing suit. Allison crossed her arms over her chest and scratched at one shin with the opposite sock covered foot.

"Hey! It's not funny," she demanded.

"It's really is," Kate nodded sympathetically.

"Is it that bad?" She turned to look at it in the mirror again.

"It looks like something your grandmother would wear."

"Are you kidding?"

"It's not skimpy enough. Or not skimpy enough it the right places, there's too much fabric on top and bottom. You're supposed to have to pull your bathing suit out of your ass after swimming a lap, otherwise it's no good."

"I don't thi…-"

"Here, this one. It'll hold your boobs and give you an ass," she took the sporty swimwear from her outstretched hand with a frown.

"What's wrong with my ass?"

"You don't have one."

"Hahaha. You are so funny," she went in and slammed the door with more force than she meant, the line of dressing stalls shook from it.

"Just get changed and then show me."

"It's better but, argh. Why did I sign up for swim this quarter, in gym?"

"To ogle boys without shirts on?"

"Well if I'd known it'd be this much trouble I wouldn't have bothered."

"A little discomfort is worth the sight of fifteen shirtless, sport-enthused, wet boys. You're lucky when I went to highschool we didn't have co-ed gym classes."

"That doesn't sound so bad, right now."

"It was horrible, when there's no boys around girls think it's okay to stop shaving their legs. You should have seen some of the growth on some of my graduating class."

"Ewwww," she supplied as she stepped out again and turned in a circle. It was better than the last and it didn't feel like it was going to crack a rib every time she took a breath.

"Looks good. We're buying it. Hurry up and get dressed, we still have to go to the salon after this."

"The salon?"

"I made you an appointment once I heard you were doing swimming in gym."

"My hair's just going to dry out again, because of the chlorine," Allison pulled on her jeans and hooked her bra back into place.

"It's not a cut and color; you've got a two-o'clock bikini wax."