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Speedo for the Powerful Preview
🕑 Added 2021-07-17 00:04:19 +0000 UTCWorking on a summer commission that is rather long. Instead of waiting forever to see the rough draft on it, have a little preview of it~
“Getting changed or are you just gonna stand around with that goofy smile on your face all day?” Himeko teased. Siro quickly snapped back to attention. All of his friends had already gone into one of the booths, Himeko being the last to disappear inside one.
Right right. Siro chuckled, shaking his head. Gotta stop being silly about these things. This was just a fun, casual get together and nothing more. He headed into the last booth and locked up, tossing his beach bag onto the small bench in it.
He opened up his bag and chuckled. Wait til everyone sees me in this bad boy. Siro wasn’t much about fashion himself, unlike his friends. However, for this meetup, he was going to make an exception.
He felt around in his bag, shifting through the various items within. He had done some research and found out about the latest designs and labels when it came to swimwear. He didn’t fully understand the “world” of it, but he did find a nice pair of swim trunks that they should be impressed by.
He smiled at the thought, but it did not last. His hands continued to search around… but there was a problem. He found his beach blanket, bottles, food, and everything else.
However, there were no swim trunks.
Siro twitched. No way. He grabbed his bag and dumped everything on the ground. No way! He shifted through everything in the big heap. You gotta be kidding me!!
It wasn’t there. There were no swim trunks, no bathing suit, no nothing. How could I be such an idiot?! How did I forget to pack the most important damn thing?!
He felt his stomach drop. He dropped onto the bench, slouching. He rubbed his forehead. I’m an idiot. A complete and utter idiot. How did I… how did… gah!
His hand slid over his face as he gently rubbed it. Greeeeat. Now I get to look like a weirdo just wearing his regular shorts instead of some stylish…
Just off to the side, his eyes fell upon a curious sight. There was a purple speedo laying out. It looked brand-new, even having a tag attached to it. Its material looked rubbery and soft, glistening from the lights peering through some of the open holes at the top.
“Gees… who left this here?” He grabbed it and looked at it. Yep, it felt as rubbery and soft as it looked.
A thought hit him then. He stretched the speedo a little. It looked big enough, and it felt stretchy enough. Maybe… maybe he could just wear it.
His cheeks flared up, embarrassment already hitting him like a truck. Everyone’s gonna tease me about this… He sighed. Can’t be any worse if I don’t have anything to wear though.
Without another word, he undressed himself and stuffed his clothes into his bag. He took a deep breath, embarrassment growing even stronger, and slipped the speedo on. Thankfully at least, it fit like a dream.
He glanced at the mirror set up against the left wall. He scratched his face. He didn’t look too bad all things considered, but it wasn’t exactly a look he wanted to go for all the time. Just for today and hopefully, he’ll never mess up like this again.
Curiously, as he turned to grab his bag, there was something different about him in the mirror. His fingernails looked just a little longer, a little sharper at their ends.
