SHIRT CUT MEME (With Bassie!)

Bassie stood in front of the mirror, a small pile of shirts gathered at her feet like a series of increasingly risky decisions.

“Okay,” She muttered to herself, adjusting the flower crown on her head, “we’re just experimenting. This is normal. People do this.”

First shirt: A soft white tank. She slipped it on and turned side to side. “Oh… this one’s kinda cute,” she admitted, poking at the slight side peek. “Casual. Breezy. Respectable.” She nodded, trying to look confident—then immediately ruined it by overchecking every angle.

Second shirt: Black, tighter, more daring. She pulled it on and froze. “Oh no. Oh no no no.” She stared straight ahead, hands hovering awkwardly. “This is… this is a statement.”

“…I don’t know what the statement is, but it’s loud.”

Third shirt: This one has the little front opening. She adjusted it carefully, then leaned closer to the mirror. “…Okay, but this one is kind of stylish?” She tilted her head. “Like… I could wear this somewhere. Somewhere mysterious. Somewhere with… lighting.” She tried a confident pose and immediately lost it, giggling.

Fourth shirt: Cropped, snug underneath. She put it on, then rested her cheek in her hand, pretending to be nonchalant. “Wow,” She said, trying to sound composed. “Very… fashion?”

“Definitely not overthinking this at all...”

Final attempt: She looked down at the last “option,” then back at the mirror.

“…This is not a shirt.”

A long pause.

“…This is barely a suggestion.” She whines.

She quickly covered herself, flustered, eyes darting around like someone might walk in.

“Okay! Experiment over!” She squeaked, grabbing a massive blanket from her wisteria colored bed as she puts on the first shirt.

She looked back at the mirror, took a breath, and smiled nervously.

“…Maybe the first one.”