She should have known that it was far too good to last for long and that her disguise wasn't good enough to last for long either. There was only so much on could do to disguise being a girl. Certainly she chest was strapped down and her curly hair tucked into a cap and she had long since swapped her skirts for britches. But there was no disguising
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Pasha flushed a faint pink as she felt the woman's fingers edging along the fabric she had been using to bind her breasts, it had been for necessity and for her own safety more than anything, but it was certainly more difficult to breath with them on then with them off. It was with very little hesitation that she shrugged off her baggy shirt and blushing reached for her bindings, beginning to unravel the complex maze of knots. On a ship full of men she had at least wanted to make it difficult for them if they'd found out her actual gender and tried anything.
It took a good few moments before she could finally breath more freely, setting them to the side, her boots long since kicked off and only her breeches left on her body. When she was embarrassed- which at this moment she was -her flush ran right down her body, the paler skin of her chest pinkening slightly.
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