Bad Luck Lacey: The Third Part
Part I: More of Prologue Though
Lacey took her bag and darted to one of the locker room stalls. Her class was taking an end-of-the-year field trip to Bikini Falls Water Park, despite Lacey’s lobbying for the world-famous Fulton "Full" E. Drest Planetarium.
“Oh come on Lace, change with the rest of us,” her best friend Cory said right outside. Lacey had nothing to be embarrassed about, she took excellent care of her body, and would’ve looked better than most in a two-piece. However, she was just a bit more reserved then them. So she peeled off her shirt and pants, checked that the door was securely lock, then pulled her conservative tight blue one-piece bathing suit out and hung it over the stall door.
There was a jarring at the door; someone was trying to get in.
“Occupied,” Lacey cried out.
“Oh come on Lace,” she petitioned, “hurry up, we’re all ready to go.”
“Okay shut up I’m coming.”
Lacey unhooked her bra and wriggled out of her panties. When she looked up to reach for her bathing suit it was gone.
“Looking for this?” she heard, a hand holding it just under the stall door.
“Give that back now! I’m serious!”
“I don’t know, I think you should come out and get it,” said the voice, slowly pulling the suit back.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Okay geez…” she conceded, tossing the suit over the door.
Lacey hastily Lacey stepped into her bathing suit and stretched the straps over her shoulders. She scanned her nether region making sure everything was safely concealed, stuffed her clothes into her bag and into a locker, and expressed to Cory how unfunny that little charade really was.
A few slippery slides and wave pools later, Lacey and a group of classmates found themselves waiting under one of Bikini Falls largest attractions: a stupid giant bucket filled to the brim with water that pours down every 15 minutes.
“What’s taking this stupid bucket so long,” said one of the cuter girls in the class named Tara. “It’s been like 14-and-a-half minutes already…”
Cory, Lacey, and the rest of the group looked up in excited anticipation. Finally, the bucket began to tip and they all started screaming. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of gallons of water pounded down on them, several of the kids falling back in the knee-high pool. Lacey did her best to stay standing, but the downpour on her shoulders was putting up a good effort.
When the water ceased, Lacey shook her head and wiped the excess drops from her eyes, she needed to see what her fellow classmates had started laughing at. Her eyes cleared, she looked down to see the straps on her shoulders were distinctly absent, in fact, the entire upper portion of her one-piece hung inside-out around her waist.
“Ahh!” she screamed, covering her small yet perky breasts with her hands. But nobody was looking at her. The attention was centered on Tara, whose bottoms formed a taut bridge between her knees.
“Oh my god Tara!” said one of the other girls.
Lacey swiftly shifted her shoulder straps back into place and covered up. Her heart was pounding harder than she could imagine, but alas, Tara had taken the grunt of the embarrassment.
Then suddenly, Lacey woke up in bed. Not her soft comfy home bed, a hospital bed.
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