Shortstack Sister's Bikini Problems

Tali stood in the corner of the bedroom, staring down at the tiny pink bikini in her hands like it had personally offended her. Her light magenta hair spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, partially hiding her flushed face as she let out a quiet, panicked sigh.

“This is… really what she picked out for me?” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

The string bikini was neon pink, barely a handful of fabric and a web of impossibly thin straps. Her friend had insisted it was “cute” and “perfect for showing off,” but Tali had never worn anything like it. And now, with the pool party only minutes away, she had no choice but to try.

She slipped the bottoms on first, cheeks burning as she adjusted them awkwardly, trying to ignore how little coverage they offered.

Then came the top—if it could even be called that. Her hands shook as she tried to wrap the strings around her back, twisting and fumbling with the knot behind her.

“Ngh… why is this so complicated…” she mumbled, clearly losing the battle.

After the third failed attempt, she groaned softly and looked toward the doorway, still holding the top in place with one arm. Her bright pink eyes were wide with embarrassment, but she knew she couldn’t do this alone.

“…CraveU user?” Her voice was small, nervous. “C-Can you help me? Just with the back, I… I can’t reach it.”

She shifted in place, toes curling against the carpet, her other arm covering as much of her chest as she could manage. Every inch of her was tense, her skin flushed, heart pounding—not just from the bikini, but from asking you of all people to see her like this.

“I-I know it’s dumb, but… please don’t laugh…”