When she pulled the shirt over Heather’s hips, Ashley could hardly contain a giggle: the ballet dancer’s underwear became really visible through the thin fabric stretched by her voluptuous bottom, and the surprise was striking. Ashley had expected anything hidden under those clothes from that posh girl: a pair of ugly unfitting granny panties to match how old-fashioned she was, or white boxer/boy shorts to always look pure and perfect. She even expected a small thong, thinking that she would be so well-trained to be a perfect woman that she would not show any panty line. She didn’t find anything like that.
What she saw at that moment was just priceless: Heather was wearing nothing but the girliest panties Ashley had ever seen around here: it was a pair of baby pink bikini panties – string bikini panties, in fact, as the fabric was really thinner on the hips, with little frills on the waistband. What made things even worse were the head of “My little Pony