Female Inflation

Drenched in the summer heat, fair-goers were having a miserable time at this year’s state fair. The humidity made fried foods undesirable, and the attendees were getting impatient waiting for the day’s main attraction. This attraction was none other than the State Fair’s Wet T-Shirt Contest, a coy event to help certain fair-goers beat the heat while putting on a show for everyone else.

Tabitha timidly closed the door behind her. It slid into place with a shuddering metal ‘clunk,’ which echoed throughout the small, brightly lit room. Three of its walls were blank, but the fourth had a large mirror, which Tabitha would bet her life was actually a one-way window. In the center stood a dais, about waist high, upon which rested a patch of fabric.

“So, I just, take off my shirt and put this on, right?” she asked, desperately trying to hide her nervousness. She suspected she failed.

The day started off so well. I had a good night’s sleep, a wonderful day at school and the weather was beautiful. The birds were singing and children were playing in the park I was at. Such a heavenly day and boy was it about to go badly wrong.