“Well, we’ve gotta figure which of us is stronger. We’d go nuts if we didn’t find out.”
Amy nodded, beaming excitedly. “Wrestling,” they said together, starting to clear the middle of the room with ease. Neither girl had fought much in their lives, and certainly nothing serious, so it would be a good way to gauge each others’ strength.
“Here, I have an extra leotard you can use,” Amy offered, holding up the pink garment. Emily stared at it blankly. “Don’t worry. It stretches.”
With significant effort, Emily did get the elastic clothing on. It hugged tightly to her body, which she especially noticed when she stuck her legs through the bottom holes.
“Oooooh!” she yipped, jerking slightly. “Does it always… wow, that really…”
Amy giggled. “Yea, it feels great, doesn’t it?”
“I mean… wow, right in my… wow, yea!”
“Right, so let’s do this!” Amy said, gleefully backing up several large paces. Both girls crouched low with their arms out and ready, simply because that had been what pro wrestlers normally did on tv.
“Bring it on, bitch,” Amy called jokingly, getting them both to laugh.
“Alright, but you asked for it.”
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