Airport with a motive

A few nights ago, CY, the twins, and I finally managed to pull off a late-night study session we had been planning for weeks. Coordinating everyone’s schedules was a challenge, but we eventually settled on meeting at 9 PM at CY’s house. Instead of sticking to a conventional study session, we decided to spice things up with a quirky twist. It wasn’t entirely about hitting the books, this plan included trying out a bold new outfit idea. Credit for the unconventional twist goes to Carissa, whose outlandish suggestion surprisingly faced zero objections. And so, this unusual adventure was born.

When we all gathered at CY's place, our attire seemed casual enough at first glance. The twins and I coordinated in white shirts and denim shorts, while CY opted for a pink shirt paired with dolphin shorts (admittedly not her most flattering look). However, the key detail that made this outfit experiment outrageous was our choice of innerwear – or rather, the lack of conventional ones. We ditched normal bras and regular panties, but chosen night lingerie.

CY took the boldest approach, wearing a mesh-lace bralett with a lace open-crotch thong that left little to the imagination. The twins opted for g-strings and dudou(Belly wrap), embracing their usual playful confidence. As for me, I wore a Japanese swimsuit( removed the padding), partly because I’d committed to wearing it for 24 hours as part of a sale arrangement with a buyer.

The thing about studying at the airport is that space is limited, especially late at night. If you’re a regular in this unconventional study setting, you’ll know that only a few Starbucks outlets stay open during those hours. Naturally, we headed to one of them.

When we arrived, the place wasn’t too crowded, but a handful of other groups were already there, working on their own projects. Luckily, we snagged a cozy table near the window. At that moment, none of us could have predicted how things would spiral.

Everything started out normal enough. We ordered our drinks, unpacked our iPads and laptops, and settled into study mode. It was routine until about two hours in, when the chilly air-conditioning began to take its toll on us. Charmaine seemed to suffer the most—her white shirt made it impossible to miss her situation, though no one dared mention it aloud.

Here’s where things got, well, interesting. The second part of our "plan" (if you can call it that) was to shamelessly embrace the cold-induced wardrobe situation, waiting to see if someone would call us out. A ridiculous idea, I know, but in the spirit of spontaneity, we went along with it. What we didn’t anticipate was the unexpected twist: the twin’s male cousin just happened to walk in and spot us.

When he approached to say hi, Charmaine’s face was a study in pure panic. The rest of us instinctively crossed our arms, scrambling to conceal the unintended display. After a brief and painfully awkward introduction, he thankfully left us alone. But the damage was done—we couldn’t stay. His table was just two seats away, and the awkwardness was too much to handle.

Needless to say, that marked the abrupt end of our airport escapade.