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Secret Sash	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 7523 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I received no money for writing this story.

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Chapter 5: Girls, Girls, Girls
It was about four-thirty in the afternoon when the seven Fireside Girls of Troop 46231 reconvened at their cabin. Every one of them had a bit of a glow to her skin and a smile of satisfaction.
Katie sniffed the air, then turned to Isabella and Holly and said, “Wow, I can tell just from the smell that you guys really earned your Sapphic Love patches.”
“We sure did,” Isabella replied, smacking Holly on the ass and making her giggle. “How did you all do?”
Ginger piped, “I think I have some fans at the community pool now.”
Gretchen grabbed Milly’s hand and said, “We totally got classic-rocked.”
Adyson smiled slyly and added, “Doggystyle just became my favorite position.”
“Well done, girls!” Isabella cheered. “Now, it’s time to earn our final patches of the day. So let’s take a few minutes to review the appropriate sections of the Shadow Handbook; then we’ll grab our things and go!”
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Phineas and Ferb had finished assembling the stage and sound system hours ago; since then, they’d been using it to put on a free-form jazz concert for a dozen residents of the Danville Retirement Home. But now that it was late afternoon, the oldsters had to return home for dinner. They thanked the boys and waved goodbye as they boarded their minibus.
Phineas glanced at the time on his phone and said, “Well, that was good timing. The Fireside Girls should be here any- Oh, here they are,” he finished as the seven uniformed Fireside Girls come through the back gate.
“Hey, Phineas,” Isabella said. “What’cha dooooin’?”
“Getting ready to help you guys put on an awesome show!” Phineas replied. He gave Isabella a little smirk as he added, “I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”
Isabella blushed and giggled before asking, “So, are we all set?”
“You bet,” Phineas replied. “The stage, the lights, and everything are ready to go. Ferb will be DJing, and Baljeet is going to be our hose man.”
Baljeet, holding a garden hose with a sprayer attachment, climbed up onto the end of a long, fashion-show-style runway that projected forward from the main stage and said, “I have adjusted the water pressure and dispersion to the precise settings required to thoroughly soak a T-shirt worn by a preadolescent female with an average body surface area.” With an eager look at Ginger, he added, “This should be quite a show.”
Ginger gave Baljeet a wink. It was funny to think that the boy was looking forward to seeing her dance in a wet T-shirt despite having seen her buck naked—and fucked her buck naked—the previous day.
“And how about the audience?” Isabella asked. “Are they the demographic we asked for?”
“Yup!” Phineas answered. “Buford is outside working the velvet rope. He’ll let everyone in as soon as we’re ready.”
“Perfect,” Isabella said. Then she turned to the other Fireside Girls. “Any questions before we get started earning our Girls, Girls, Girls patches?”
“How come we didn’t get that patch yesterday?” Adyson asked. “I mean, we made a whole porno movie.”
“If you refer to section three-point-seven-point-twelve in the Fireside Girls Shadow Handbook,” Isabella replied, “you’ll note that earning the Girls, Girls, Girls patch requires a live performance.”
Gretchen raised her hand and asked, “I know wet T-shirt contests are a staple of adult entertainment, but aren’t we a little…” she glanced down at her flat chest “…underqualified?”
“Some boys like the mountains, but others prefer the plains,” Holly replied.
“Did you just make that up?” Gretchen asked.
“No, it’s an internet meme.”
“Hey,” Katie said, “what about judges?”
Phineas spoke up. “From what Ferb and I saw online, picking a winner doesn’t seem to be the main point of a wet T-shirt contest. But we figured finding judges for a contest like that would be pretty easy, so we went ahead and recruited three of them anyway.”
He pointed to the side of the runway. Irving Dubois, Django Brown, and Jenny Brown were all sitting behind a long white folding table. Each one had a whiteboard and a dry-erase marker for showing their scores to the competitors and the audience.
“I get why Django and Irving would want to do this,” Isabella said, “but why is Jenny here?”
“Apparently,” Phineas answered, “she ate some chocolate chip cookies from her mom’s secret stash, which turned out to be from the Danville Dispensary. So Django brought her along to keep an eye on her.”
“Go, Fireside Girls!” Jenny shouted, waving her arms at them. “Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not hot! Flat is justice!” Then she looked at Irving with slightly bloodshot eyes and asked, “Hey, do you have any pie?”
“Well,” Isabella said, “since it looks like you’ve got everything ready out here, the girls and I will go backstage and get into wardrobe.”
“In that case, ladies,” Phineas replied, “I’ll just duck into the house and grab my emcee-ing microphone. And get Jenny some pie.”
***
A couple of minutes later, Phineas emerged from the house with his mic in hand and wearing a jacket covered in gold sequins. Then he went backstage, and when the girls told him they were ready to begin, Phineas got on his walkie-talkie and instructed Buford to let the audience into the backyard. Phineas peeped out through the gap in the curtains as the kids flooded in and took their seats.
“So Isabella,” he said, “are you going to let me in on why you wanted an audience of all boys?”
“Yup,” she replied naughtily, “but not just yet. Let’s just say it’s going to be important for the second half of our program.”
“Whatever it is, I’m looking forward to it,” Phineas replied.
“Oh, you should be,” Isabella said with a naughty smile. Then Phineas switched on his microphone and walked out between the curtains to address the audience.
“Ladies and- excuse me, lady and gentlemen,” Phineas called, glancing at Jenny, “Ferb and I are proud to host this first-of-its-kind event: the Fireside Girls Troop 46231 Wet T-Shirt Contest!”
Isabella watched the audience through the tiny gap in the curtain. Some of the boys were hooting and whistling, while others merely clapped politely. Isabella guessed that at least some of those boys didn’t know what a wet T-shirt contest was and had simply come because Phineas and Ferb asked.
Baljeet now mounted the stage, garden hose in hand, and took his place by the gap between the main stage and the runway.
“It looks like our hose jockey is in position,” Phineas announced, “which means we’re ready to begin! So give a warm welcome to our seven beautiful contestants!”
The curtains opened, revealing the seven Fireside Girls standing in a line just behind where the curtains had been. The girls were no longer in uniform—far from it. They all wore somewhat tight, plain white T-shirts, but each girl had a different bottom. Adyson, for example, had on a pair of very short red shorts that revealed her legs to the upper thigh, whereas Isabella wore a pair of gray, ankle-length yoga pants.
“Wow!” Phineas exclaimed, and it was clear to Isabella that the statement was spontaneous and not for the benefit of the audience—unlike his next comment. “If this is the new Fireside Girls uniform, I approve! Now, first up, we have…Katie!”
The little blonde girl strutted forward out of the line of girls, shaking her twintails and swaying her hips like a performer at a topless bar. Below her T-shirt, Katie was wearing a midnight-blue skirt that was shorter and tighter than any skirt most of the boys in the audience had ever seen. They cheered with lustful delight, especially when Katie lifted her leg into the air until her foot was close to her head, giving the audience a clear view of her tight white-satin panties.
The moment Katie stepped across the seam between the main stage and the runway, Baljeet pulled back the lever on his hose’s nozzle and gave the girl a blast of water. It hit Katie square in the chest, and the girl squealed as the cold water soaked her front completely.
Not only did the water render Katie’s T-shirt translucent, but the cold caused her little pink nipples to go instantly erect. So the boys whooped and hollered when Katie danced her way up to the foot of the runway and shook her chest vigorously at the audience. The boys also didn’t seem too disappointed when the blonde girl turned around and strutted away, her tiny skirt giving them all several flashes of her ass in those tight white panties.
“Well, that was quite a start to our show!” Phineas said. “Let’s see what our judges think of Katie’s performance.”
Phineas glanced over at the judges table, and Irving, Django, and Jenny each raised a white dry-erase board above their heads.
“Looks like we’ve got a seven, an eight, and a drawing of a cat!” Phineas announced. “Katie is certainly setting the bar high for the rest of the girls. Next up, we’ve got Adyson!”
Whereas Katie’s dance had been heavily suggestive, Adyson had decided to make hers outright raunchy. She turned her back to the audience, looked at them over her shoulder, and twerked her way toward the front of the stage, with her feet wide apart and her ass—well displayed by her tight red short-shorts—swirling around and around. Then Adyson bounced her ass up and down like mad, hopping very slightly backward with each bounce. When she reached the line between the stage and the runway, she spun around and got hosed by Baljeet. The boys cheered at the sight of Adyson’s chest and erect nipples, and the girl smiled broadly at them as she swirled her hips around and twerked her way to the head of the runway.
Adyson turned and danced back to the rear of the stage, and her song ended. Her performance earned an 8 from Irving, a 6 from Django, and the letter Q from Jenny, who now seemed to be trying to determine what her dry-erase marker tasted like.
“Next up,” Phineas announced, “we’ve got…Holly!”
As the boys in the audience whistled and hollered, Holly minced out onto the stage in her plain white T-shirt, white leggings, a white tutu, and ballet slippers. At first glance, this ensemble seemed far more conservative than Katie and Adyson’s outfits, as did Holly’s choice of dance style. But as Holly leaped and twirled her way forward, it became apparent to the audience of boys that her tutu’s skirt was so high that Holly’s cute little ass could be seen in great detail through the leggings. And whenever she turned to face the onlookers, they could all see a bit of cameltoe, too, which elicited cheers from many of them.
The cheers grew louder when Baljeet sprayed Holly with the hose and revealed her chest to everyone. Holly’s brown skin and warm-black nipples showed especially well through the white cotton fabric, which the boys seemed to appreciate. As did the judges who, at the end of the performance, gave Holly a 7, a 9, and a surprisingly artfully rendered yin-yang symbol.
“Nicely done, Holly, nicely done!” Phineas declared. “And now, giving ‘exotic dance’ an extra layer of meaning, we have…Ginger!”
Ginger, still surfing on a wave of exhilaration from her underwater sexual performance at the public pool, was very much in an exhibitionistic mood as she strutted sexily toward the foot of the stage. She had put on a pair of purple harem pants that were loose and flowy at the ankles but tight and revealing around her hips and ass.
The cute Asian girl snaked her hands above her head and swayed her backside ostentatiously as she belly-danced for the audience. As she moved forward, she made a few quarter-turns to ensure that all the boys got at least a side view of her small, tight, nicely toned ass.
Baljeet had been so enthralled by Ginger’s dance—and ass, if he was honest—that the younger Hirano sister had made it all the way to the foot of the runway by the time Baljeet remembered to soak her T-shirt with the hose. But the delay only gave Ginger’s performance more erotic impact, because when Baljeet ran up and blasted her from the front, not only did her stiff, dark nipples show readily through the wet white fabric of Ginger’s T-shirt, but everyone could see a thin gold ring with a single jewel dangling from each of her nipples. The audience cheered loudly.
Meanwhile, Candace and Stacy had just come up the street after stepping off the bus with many shopping bags in hand. Both girls had been tasked with keeping an eye on their younger siblings that day, but since the kids were all busy with what had seemed like wholesome activities, the girls had decided to sneak off to the mall.
“Stacy,” Candace was saying, “this might have been our best shopping trip ever. It’s totally what I needed to wash whatever the heck Phineas and Ferb were doing in the back yard yesterday out of my head.”
“Yeah,” Stacy replied, “that sounded nuts. I’d freak out, too, if I saw my sister doing something like that.”
“Hey, weren’t you supposed to be watching your sister today?”
“Nah, she’s at some Fireside Girl thing.”
“Cool. You wanna hang out and watch TV? I’ve got the latest episode of Makeup Intervention on the DVR.”
“Sounds good,” Stacy replied.
Up on the stage, Ginger gave everyone a filthy leer and swayed her hips while momentarily fingering her little jeweled nips through her T-shirt. Candace and Stacy, who had just come into the living room and could see everything through the glass doors that led to the back yard, dropped their shopping bags and stared open-mouthed at the scene. Then Ginger turned around and gave everyone a good view of her barely concealed ass as she sashayed back up the runway.
“Wha- What was that?” Candace gasped.
With a blank look, Stacy murmured, “My little sister got her nipples pierced…I am in so much trouble…”
As one, the two teenagers turned and fled up the stairs to Candace’s room, their shopping bags forgotten.
Outside, Phineas pointed to Ginger. “What do you think, judges?”
Irving, Django, and Jenny held up their whiteboards, which showed an 8, a 9, and the square root of a chocolate-chip muffin, respectively.
Adyson leaned over the Ginger and whispered, “Holy shit, did you actually-?”
“No,” Ginger interrupted with a smirk. “They’re clip-ons.”
“Well done, Ginger!” Phineas declared. “Next up—Milly!”
A salsa tune came on, and the freckled, curly-haired Milly danced out onto the stage in a white miniskirt with Latin-esque red floral trim. Like Holly’s ballet performance, Milly’s dance involved a lot of spins, which caused her skirt to fly up and show off the fire-engine-red high-cut panties she had on underneath.
Then Baljeet hosed her, and Milly was struck by both the water and a sudden pang of self-consciousness. Unlike all her fellow Fireside Girls, Milly hadn’t actually performed in The Deltas Do Danville; she’d been behind the camera the whole time. Now, she was nearly overcome with anxiety at the thought that all these boys were seeing her half-naked for the first time.
She managed to hold it together well enough to dance backwards to the rear of the stage instead of just breaking into a run, but it was clear to everyone that the end of her performance had been rushed. The judges gave her a 6, a 5, and a drawing of a daisy.
“Very nice, Milly,” Phineas said politely. “And now, second to last but not second to least, Gretchen!”
Gretchen had decided to go with a Hawaiian theme: She wore a grass skirt, as well as a pink lei over her white T-shirt. Ukulele music began to play, and Gretchen hula’ed her way forward on the stage.
“Do you think this is clut…clutural appro- apropo- opprobrium?” Jenny murmured to Irving.
Figuring that Jenny meant “cultural appropriation,” Irving replied, “Well, we just watched a White girl do salsa, a Black girl do ballet, and an Asian girl belly-dance, so I think that horse has already left the barn.”
When Gretchen’s dance was finished, the judges gave her an 8, a 6, and the word “wheatgrass.”
“And now,” Phineas said, “for our final act of the-” he glanced at the sun, which was still high in the sky “-afternoon, we have…Isabella!”
Ferb put on a pop song, and Isabella, clad in her white T-shirt and tight gray yoga pants, danced out onto the stage. Her style of dance reminded Phineas of the movie musicals that Candace liked to watch on TV. What was more, Isabella seemed to be as skilled a dancer as any of those teen pop stars: The audience cheered at the way she shook her booty as she high-stepped her way toward the front of the stage.
When Isabella reached the line between the main stage and the runway, Baljeet dutifully blasted her with the hose. And then the audience gasped as Isabella’s yoga pants dissolved, running down her legs and forming a gray puddle at her feet. Now, below her sopping-wet T-shirt, Isabella wore only a pink thong that barely covered the mound of her little pussy. If she’d had even one pubic hair, it probably would have been left exposed.
Isabella turned her back to the audience and slowly swayed her ass from side to side, giving everyone a good look at the ninety-five percent of her ass that the teensy thong left exposed. Then she bent forward for just a moment, and the boys in the first couple of rows could see the pink of Isabella’s asshole on either side of the tiny strip of thong before Isabella rapidly straightened back up again, her hair whipping up and over her head.
The boys went nuts, hollering and cheering raucously. They only got louder when Isabella turned back around and briefly touched her fingertips to her nipples, now visible through the wet fabric of her T-shirt, before she danced her way to the back of the stage to fall into line with the others.
“Wow!” Phineas shouted into his mic. “I don’t think any of us saw that coming!”
Buford, in the back of the audience, mumbled, “Another ten seconds of that and everybody woulda seen me cummin’.”
Gretchen leaned over to Isabella and whispered, “Where did you get dissolving yoga pants?”
“I made them last month when we were earning out Textile Engineering patches,” Isabella replied. Then, with a little leer in Phineas’ direction, she added, “I’ve just been waiting for the right occasion to wear them.”
“Let’s see what our judges thought!” Phineas called to the audience. Then Irving, Django, and Jenny held up their whiteboards.
“A nine, a ten, and a unicorn!” Phineas shouted. “Isabella wins!”
As the audience cheered and hollered, Phineas waved the girls forward to the foot of the stage. Ferb put Isabella’s chosen music back on, and the girl gave the all-boy audience an encore dance on the runway. She finished by returning to the line of girls; then, with her back still to the audience, she pulled her wet T-shirt up and off in one smooth motion and flung it back over her shoulder and into the crowd. She turned around and unselfconsciously showed everyone her slim chest and sweet little brown nipples. Only when Phineas handed Isabella a bouquet of roses did the girl blush.
“What a great show!” Phineas shouted into his mic. “Let’s hear it for Isabella and all the Fireside Girls of Troop 46231!”
The applause and horny shouts from the audience were loud enough that only Phineas could hear Isabella say, “Oh, the show’s not over yet.”
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