On a hot summer day, I was heading to college wearing a denim skirt with buttons in front, creased at the back and slightly at the front, a striped T-shirt, and sneakers. Although I was a man, I really loved skirts, especially denim ones.
Since it was so hot, I walked through the park and reached the lake; I decided it would be a good idea to jump into the water fully clothed, even if it meant going to class afterwards with my wet denim skirt, wet striped T-shirt, and wet sneakers. At the water's edge, I placed my hands on the hem of the denim skirt, then slowly waded into the water wearing the jeans skirt with buttons, the striped T-shirt, and the sneakers. As I went deeper, I watched my denim skirt get wet; it changed color beautifully and began to glisten against my body. At one point, I felt that delightful sensation as the water rushed up under the hem of the jeans skirt with buttons, soaking it completely; then I submerged myself up to my neck, thoroughly wetting the striped T-shirt, which gleamed beautifully and clung to my body.
Then I stepped out of the water, looking at the wet, glistening denim skirt with buttons, with water streaming from it, the wet striped T-shirt clinging to my body, and water filled my sneakers, intending to wait there until I dried off.

My colleague J.C., dressed in a white denim skirt and a blue denim shirt, saw that my clothes were wet and asked me: "You look wonderful with that denim skirt glistening wet on you, and I'm sure you feel refreshed after that dip. I think you'd feel even more refreshed at class if you went with your clothes still damp... I think I'll take a dip too..."
Me: "I really like your new white denim skirt; I think it's the first time you've worn it, since it's not wrinkled at all."
J.C.: "I've worn this white denim skirt before, but I haven't worn it to college..."
J.C. sat on the bench for a moment without adjusting the white denim skirt, took off the blue denim shirt, and stepped into the water wearing only the white denim skirt and sneakers.
Meanwhile, I arranged my wet denim skirt a bit and sat on the bench, watching J.C. play in the water wearing only the white denim skirt. But I couldn't resist; I got up from the bench and even though some water had already drained from my clothes, I stepped back into the water wearing my denim skirt, striped T-shirt, and sneakers.
J.C.: "I think we should get out of the water so there's time for it to drain from our clothes before college classes start... I don't know how fast the water drains from my white denim skirt..."
We both got out of the water, the wet denim skirt I was wearing gleamed beautifully, clinging to my legs as water streamed from it, while my wet striped T-shirt clung to my body and my sneakers were full of water. J.C.'s wet white denim skirt clung to her legs; it had a slight sheen, and water was dripping from it.
I adjusted my wet denim skirt with buttons a bit with my hands and sat down on the bench. J.C. also sat on the bench beside me in her wet white denim skirt, without adjusting it. J.C. put on her blue denim shirt but left it unbuttoned.
I stood up briefly and looked at my wet, denim skirt with buttons, which was glistening, liking the way it had creased at the back. Wanting to drain the water from my sneakers, I lifted the wet denim skirt slightly with my hands and sat back down on the bench without smoothing it out at the back. J.C., who was also sitting on the bench, lifted his wet white denim skirt a little to drain the water from his sneakers as well.
After draining the water from our sneakers, we put them back on and stood up to head to college.
J.C.: "I really like the way you look in that wet denim skirt with buttons; it's creased beautifully at the back and the front. I find it fascinating to watch the wet denim skirt glisten on you while you walk..."
Me: "I like your white denim skirt too, even though you can't really tell it's wet anymore since it's white. But you should know it's creased a bit at the back, and your denim shirt got a little wet too, though I think it'll dry out some more by the time we get to college."
Upon arriving at college, I noticed that my striped T-shirt had dried almost completely, it was still slightly damp, but my denim skirt with buttons was still wet and occasionally glistening. J.C.'s denim skirt didn't look wet, and his denim shirt had dried. Anyway, before sitting down in the lecture hall, I lifted my denim skirt with buttons, which was still damp on me, with my hands, so I could sit comfortably with my legs crossed. I advised J.C. to lift his denim skirt too, but he just adjusted it slightly with his hands to keep it from wrinkling at the back.
After the lecture, which lasted nearly two hours, we stood up and saw that our denim skirts were badly wrinkled at the back. My denim skirt was wrinkled in the front as well, and I could still feel it damp against me.