Fashion Flaws

Wrapping a towel around her waist, she undid the strings underneath. Pulling her bikini bottom out, she looked over across to him, while he rested on his chair beneath the shade.

"Hey," he opened an eye to look at her. "I wanna try something."

"What is it?"

"Let's trade," she tossed her bikini bottoms at him, having it land upon his chest. "I gotta see what you like so much about your suit."

"Really now?" He stretched and yawned, "There's nothing much to it, except for the fact that it feels secure. That being said, it's really difficult getting out of once it's wet." He paused, "Well, it's also difficult getting back into once it's wet."

"Really now?" She eyed his suit curiously, "I wanna try 'em out. Please? Pretty please?"

"Nahhh," he tossed her bikini back to her. "Maybe when I bring my other pair with me, but not today. How about that?"

"Ah come on!" She groaned, "I also wanted to see what you looked like in mine!"

"Ha! Why? So, you could laugh at me?"

"No, I wonder how it'd fit your hips. Remember? I am in fashion textile design. If it's not comfortable, it's not wearable. That's my motto."

"So, why do you wanna design a mankini all of a sudden? And why me?"

"Cause you're the only guy I trust to give me an honest opinion. Plus, you have sisters. So, I figured you've already experienced having to share clothes with them at one time or another."

"Yeah, laundry day was everyday at our house. Still, why not just study men's speedos? They're a product that already exists. Why so focused on a man wearing a woman's design? We got totally different hip structures. I taper down to a V like shape, and you're more of an hour glass."

"Oh come on, I've never even seen you wear a speedo before, let alone briefs."

"And I don't intend to ever again. The last time I wore tighty whities was in pre-k. Felt awkward then, and they still would till this day. Boxer briefs for the win."

"Ughhhh, fine," she rolled her eyes. "What can I do to make it worth your while? How 'bout I buy you a drink?"

He mulled it over, "Hmmm... alright, but how about this instead? You take me out to get some Pho noodles and a fruit smoothie."

"What?! Really?"

"Come on, it's less than $20.00. Besides, if you want to see that much skin on a man, why don't you just go to the strip club or commission a model? You'd still spend the same amount in cash, if not even more."

"So, you wanna make it like a date, huh?"

"I paid for the last one, and this one. I only find it fair that you pay for the next one."

"Oh, alright, alright. I get it. I need to spoil you more often. So, what'll you say? If I promise to take you out today for some noods and a smoothie, will you trade with me?"

"I still don't get why you want to wear mine so badly."

"Well, I wanna see if they're similar to any of my leggings or spandex shorts. Besides, I think they'd make my butt look good."

"Isn't that why you have your bikini?"

"Yeah, but don't you think that men's and women's styles should be able to transverse across the boundaries of sex, making both parties look good, and enhancing their inherent masculine or feminine looks?"

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, so explain to me about the difficulty of suits and dresses when it comes to men and women."

"Women can wear suits, but men can't wear dresses?"

"Exactly! You see? There's not a modern dress design that enhances the natural masculinity of a man that makes the average man feel just as comfortable and manly as a suit with pants."

"Okay, point made, but not understood."

"Think about it, why should women be the only ones that get to wear both men's and women's clothing and not be ashamed because of it. Men should have clothing that's good for them too."

"Like how a sweater enhances a woman's 'chesticles,' but adorns a man's pecs?"

"Yes! It can even be form fitting, giving him a slimmer physique as well!"

He thought about it, "Sweater puppies and peccies... Alright, and your idea about the bikini bottoms?"

"Men should have just as much sexual prowess exiting the water or walking around in a mankini as a woman in a bikini."

"So, why not stick with a traditional speedo? Those seem pretty sex neutral."

"Cause it's not about being sex neutral, it's about enhancing the natural sexual characteristics. That's why." She placed a hand on his arm, "Imagine this."

"Okay," he stared in her eyes as she brought her face closer.

"You and I are in the surf, at a beach. We wrestle a little bit. Splashing around having some fun. When BAM! I peel your shorts right off'a ya'!"

"Well, that's why I wear the athletic brand with the drawstring. Kind of hard to peel this off even with a team of five people. Kind of why I bought them."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, but let me finish, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled.

"I run out of the surf with your trunks in hand only to realize that I need to place them around my hips, covering up my good bits. Cause you made sure I didn't make out like a bandit."

"Best trade deal in the history of trade deals?"

"Uh, duhhh. Naturally." She moved her arms away as if she were projecting a movie screen, "Then slowly, you emerge from the surf, with my bikini bottoms strapped on. Nice and snug in all the right places. It's almost as if you're right out of "Baywatch". The eyes at the beach may wanna catch a glimpse at my peach, but you're the star of the show. Striding forth as if that bikini was designed for your body, creasing over your curves and edges like a tapestry."

"I don't know if you used that last word right, but the point you're getting at is that a man shouldn't be embarrassed to wear his woman's clothes?"

"Yup, clothes designed for men and women, by men and women. Whatdaya' say? Will you let me wear yours so you can wear mine? Pleeeeeease?"

"Oh, alright, but we only got one towel. How is this going to work?"

"Easily. Just head to the locker room to change, and then meet me back at the snack shack. After you give me your shorts I'll come back wearing them."

"Are you sure you want to do this here?"

"Why not? Better to live in the present than to live with any regrets."

"Oh, alright, alright. Give 'em here," he put his hand out and she slapped her bikini bottoms into it. "I'll be back."

As he made his way over towards the locker rooms, she waltzed right on over towards the snack shack.

"One cherry lemonade, please!" Her order rang up. While paying for her beverage, she eyed two friends of her.

"Hey girl! Where've you been?"

"Busy as always. You know the way the industry is. If you're not working you're behind, and as you can tell, I'm getting further behind right now even though I'm working."

"Really now? What's you're new project on?"

"Oh, just wait and see," she sipped her drink. Her friends japed, curious as to what the meanings of her words were. Then as he approached with his shorts in hand, in front of his groin, a slight blush grew across his face.

Seeing him stroll up to the snack shack, they put their hands over their mouths trying to maintain their giggles. Even though their eyes were hidden behind shades, their smiles were clearly visible.

"Hey, I'm here."

"Thanks." She leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. Sliding her drink across the counter top, she offered it to him, "Here, have a sip."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Thanks." He paused, "Wait, there's no catch with this? Is there?"

"No, I promise you, there's no hidden cost like signing your soul away or what not. I don't come with fine print, darling."

He laughed a scoff, "Alrighty then, here you go."

"Thanks!" She took them in both her hands, stepping out of her flip-flops, sliding his wet trunks over her feet, tugging them up her ankles.

"Wait, you're gonna do that here? Now? I'd thought you'd at least want to do that in the changing room."

"Relax, buster. I got a towel on, and it's tied on pretty snug. Besides, unlike you, I shaved my legs. So, pulling these up should be pretty easy."

Gulping down the refreshment, he looked around, "Besides for a few of the park staff and those two, the park's practically empty today."

"I know, right? Kind of weird, but I also like it. Think about it, we got to enjoy all the rides we wanted to today. Even the lazy river worked harder than we did."

"Well, when you put it like that, yeah. It really is nice." He looked out at the park, but the two gals giggling at the table across from them made him feel even more subconscious.

Finally pulling his shorts up all the way to just beneath her belly button, she grasped her towel, tussling her hair drying it even more before wrapping the garment around her shoulders.

"So, what do you think? How do they feel?"

Looking at himself, he turned around, "Well, they hang loosely on my hips no matter what. Sort of feels like I'm wearing a diaper and that the wind's touching my no-no squares. Does it look cute? Nah, I think some people saw me walk by and thought I was some kind of weird, perverted, freak. I don't know why you'd opt for strings instead of an elastic waist band."

Examining him as he turned around, modeling for her amateurishly, she placed a finger on her lips. "Hmmm, I see what you mean. Reminds me of my little brother when he had to borrow my undies years ago. Believe it or not, at the time we were the same size but my underwear just didn't fit him right."

"See? Just like I told you."

"Oh come on, if you didn't skip leg day, you'd probably fill them out more and then they'd fill pretty snug."

"Hardy-har-har. Come on now, be serious. Men and women have different hip structures. Hence, the average man can barely wear the same thing as the average woman, even if they both share the same waist size."

"True," she placed her hands around her hips, "a woman's hips tend to expand past her waist. Meanwhile," she looked up at him, "a man's is fairly straight lined. Cause from the coronal plane a woman's hips are wider, even if a man and woman both have the same anterior-to-posterior distance on the median plane."

"See? That's what I'm trying to tell you. Even if I got extra junk in the trunk, it's not gonna fit my hips!"

"Yeah, yeah, I guess a speedo does make sense for a base model design. As the elastic allows for an adjustable range of sizes. Though, I could have the elastic be multi-segmented. Also have to make sure that the seam isn't directly underneath just to avoid camel toe."

"Is there going to be a segmented elastic portion for the front package?"

"Yeah, cause I'm assuming that I'll have to have some for the rear's stuffing as well. Oh well, genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration."

"So, how do my trunks feels?"

"All-in-all, pretty decent. I wish that there wasn't a seam on the bottom stretching between the legs. I'm at least glad that the seam's not right up the middle but that it stretches across between the inner thighs."

"Yeah, they had to make sure not to split the balls."

"I do like the extra warmth it gives to the lower portion of my legs. Not gonna lie, it feels more comfortable than a pair of spanx short-shorts. Plus," she popped a deep-seated squat, "they have a full range of motion too. Oooo, I might just have to borrow these permanently."

"Yeah, yeah, you ready to head out soon?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll give them back once we're outside the park. Gotta say, even though I can feel that these have years of use on them, they're really comfortable. I sort of wonder if it's the usage that makes 'em comfy."

"Hmmm... I never thought about that. Though, now that you mention it you do remind me about how some pressed shirts are more comfy after they're worn than when they're bought fresh."

"Yeah," she stood back up, "so, how's the drink?"

"Refreshing, thanks. Want me to grab another straw?"

"Nah, I'm good. It's all yours. Oh, you got something on your face there. Here," she reached behind her, "grab a napkin."

"Goodness, is it dried snot again?"

She laughed, "How'd you know?"

"Cause chlorine's a pain."

"Well, thanks for being my muse. It's always nice having a study subject. Ready for some noods?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Oh, one more thing. I think those'd be more comfortable if you'd tie them right."

"What?" He looked down before looking back up at her, "How can you tell if I tied the knots wrong?"

"Cause I wouldn't be able to do this."

With one fell swoop of her hand she ripped them right off him before turning to walk away.

She left him there.