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So close to the end of the 5k, Marsha was beyond grateful. Sure, she was no stranger to races like this but it had been a while since she had run this long. Still, she was determined to see it through, especially when it came to the aftermath. 

All she wanted more than ever was to take off her extremely sweaty top. For as long as she could remember, her tops never got this sweaty, but for whatever reason it was now. However, for whatever reason, it was extremely comfortable, more so than any other tank top she had worn.

Not only did Marsha want this over but Sara also. She was tired of tasting her sweat as it got absorbed into her body, feeling extremely bloated with nothing to do about it. Forced to bask in the increasingly disgusting musk produced by her roommate. She just wanted off her chest.

If it wasn't obvious, she had transformed into Marsha’s tank top. Though disgusted only she was to blame, as she caused this to happen. Like many people, she was always trying to make a quick buck, so she decided to start selling some TFpowder, legally of course.

It had all been going well until Marsha had her move it into her living space. As she was doing so a little bit of the powder fell onto her and she promptly transformed. Seeing as it all happened so fast she had no control over what she became. It was only until she was put on that she found out.

Only Marsha really knew when the race was going to be over, having timed herself before she had a good estimate of how long the 5k would last. But that didn’t mean that she was prone to do longer. If that did happen, at least she was expecting it, unlike Sara.

She didn’t even know that her roommate had a race today until she got her number stapled into her. Not only did she not know when the race was going to end, she had no clue when she’d be human again. Hopefully soon, but you never really knew with TFpowder.

Having not seen how much fell on her, she could only hope that it was a small amount, maybe she’d only spend a week as her top. Who knew? It was all up to fate, though she hoped that she’d be this way for a little bit of time. 

With the race coming to an end, Marsha couldn’t be happier. As she crossed the finish line she only had two thoughts, that she was glad the 5k was over and that she needed to wash her top as soon as possible. If Sara knew that was going to happen she’d be freaking out, she had never gone through the laundry cycle before, but that was something that she was going to have to get accustomed to. 

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