More Wetlook Modelling

This is Lexi's fantasy story in her own words:

Honestly? I just came outside to say hello to the laziest dog in the world.

There he was, sprawled out on the warm stone like he owned the whole courtyard — my little grumpy-faced bulldog, melting into the sunshine without a care. I crouched down in my coral blazer and good jeans, gave him a scratch behind the ears, and told him he was ridiculous. He yawned at me. Typical. I was dressed nice, hair done, white lace sneakers still clean… the picture of a girl who had absolutely no intention of getting wet.

Then I noticed the pool.

That blue water just sitting there, glittering, daring me. I told myself I'd only dip a toe. So I perched on the edge and lowered my sneakers in — just the shoes, I swear. Cool water swallowed the lace, soaked right through the canvas, and oh, it felt good. One foot, then both. And that little voice in my head went: *why stop there?*

So I didn't. I slid in deeper, jeans and all, the denim turning dark and heavy as it drank up the water, my blazer clinging to my back. By the time I went all the way under, there was no saving the outfit — and I was laughing too hard to care. I came up grinning, hair slicked down my face, blouse gone see-through and weightless against me, completely, gloriously soaked.

After the swim, I went back over, still soaking, leaving little wet footprints across the stone, and reached out to give him one more scratch. He sniffed my dripping sleeve, deeply unimpressed.

Best accidental swim I've ever taken. Worst thing that happened to that blazer.