Susan sneaks into the bedroom and unsuspectingly opens the door. I quickly pull a blue, airy tank top over my head, turn around and crane my chin.
"Well, I look decent," I hiss, brushing back my dark hair. She looks sideways at me and grins confidently.
"You look great, Annie!" I give her a grateful nod and pull the cyclists over my normal underpants.
"Do you have a tip how I can change that?" My hands wander over my top and feel their way down over my stomach until my fingers entwine in the baggy hem of my pants. "Unfortunately, the elastic is sewn into the waistband!"
"Darling, that's really easy." She first looks at me, then starts to laugh.
"Wait here I'll be right back." Wait? Clever move. It didn't take long before she found a stapler. "Either. Or?" she asks hypocritically.
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