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For their Washington Nationals I never dreamed I’d grow up to be a mommy shark shirt makeup session going commando to see what the girls would do when they found out. The legionaries went to the storage room to pick up our armor. And then into a change room by the gym to get into our costumes. We got on our tans. And the makeup girls had their usual fun with us. We also had to have our legs. Tanned since the Roman soldier costume meant the short military kilt with weighted leather straps hanging down from our armor. That, in turn, meant that our legs had to be tanned since they showed to mid-thigh. It’s a good thing the leather straps had some weight to them to keep things down.
What I didn’t know though was Washington Nationals I never dreamed I’d grow up to be a mommy shark shirt that the particular set of armor I’d picked up opening night had a bit of a hook in it. Leftover from a mistake when the sheet metal had been cut in the school shop. Again, unbeknownst to me, this hook had snagged the top of my kilt, just at the top of the leather straps. And well since the makeup team was all girls we soldiers had to sit there in our kilts with the girls rubbing the tan all up. And down our legs. Needless to say, some of the girls took advantage of this by rubbing the tan up all the way as far as they could. And juggling our packages as much as they could get away with.