Bidding on a pallet of government surplus items was a crap shoot; you never knew what you would find. Often to get the one item you want, you have to buy a whole pallet of assorted items. Sometimes I hit pay dirt and get a great deal and other times I get a pile of junk I end up trashing.
The surplus sales were held in an old gray warehouse crammed with pallets of unwanted government items. I often thought it was the government waste disposal system, we actually paid them to haul away their trash. You could freely roam around checking each pallet then bid on one that peaked your interest. The bid sheet only listed a brief description, such as "assorted electronic" items or "office equipment", so actually looking at the items was necessary before bidding. It still was a gamble to get something worth going through all the trouble involved.
I spied some interesting electronic items on one pallet peaked my interest enough to bid. Included was a stack of what looked like white shirts and rolls of fabric which I figured would be donated to Goodwill.
Carrie, my 19-year-old tanned tight-bodied niece came with me to help and appease her curiosity about government auctions. She was dressed in short shorts and a loose fitting denim blouse tied at the midriff and looked so out of place at the auction. There were a few other women walking around, but they weren't young, attractive or scantily clad. Carrie knew her Uncle was a picker and electronics tinker and she loved to help, even at a boring auction. She spent most of her time texting with her friends trying to avert being bored to death.
Later that afternoon I won the bid, and we had to remove the pallet before they closed at 5 o'clock. Carrie, all five foot three of her, tugged at the pallet jack trying to move it over to the van. When she bent down and tugged away, her blouse opened enough to let her beautiful tanned breast fall out on display. That quick flash caught the attention of a young muscular guard and he raced over to offer his assistance.
He pulled the pallet over to our van, all the while staring at her opened blouse, hoping to get another glimpse of her youthful tits. He continued to help unload the pallet, carefully handing the items down low so she would have to bend to grab them. Each time she bent, a hard nipple peeked out from the blouse. She acted as if she didn't know her nipples were visible, but when the loading was finished, she said, "Oops," as she casually re-buttoned her blouse. I didn't know if she did it intentionally, or by accident, but the young guard had something to dream about tonight. He hung around trying to make small talk with her, but after we had finished loading, she excused herself, "I have to help my Uncle get this stuff home."
I commented, "It looks like that guard was interested in you." She just smiled as she nodded her head.
Once we were back home, we unloaded the van. Carrie handed me a pile of shirts, asking, "What do you think those shirts are for, Uncle Bob?"
"They look like they were trying different styles for uniforms."
When we got the stuff down to the basement workshop, we separated the items into piles. Shirts of assorted sizes in one pile, electronics in another, manuals and multiple rolls of fabric completely filled the top of a ping pong table.
The white shirts had a small pocket with a flap of cloth covering a series of connectors. The shirts appeared to be made with white cloth, but had an almost iridescent silver sheen.
"Maybe that's what those electronic boxes are used for Uncle Bob."
The boxes were about the size of a pack of cigarettes with a short cable with connectors attached. Inside was a battery compartment and a small circuit board loaded with computer circuits and a camera lens peering through the side. The only control was an on-off switch covered with a waterproof rubber boot.
Carrie found the manuals and paperwork in the pile so she read up on what this stuff was supposed to do.
"Uncle Bob, it looks like they were trying to design electronic camouflage shirts. The shirts are supposed to change color to match the surroundings. It was called 'Project Chameleon'."
I wondered why they scrapped the project. It seemed like a good concept if the uniform could match any environment, you would be invisible, just like a chameleon. Maybe there were safety issues, or something else that could harm the wearer.
While I pondered the reasons it was scrapped, Carrie found batteries and connected a medium short sleeve shirt to see if it worked. Carrie toggled the switch back and forth, nothing happened.
"There must be something else to make it work or they may be defective." Said Carrie with a disappointed tone.
She went back to the manual and there was reference to using a remote controller to program the box attached to the shirt. The remote also allowed the user to change Camo effects manually. Once programmed, the sensor camera in the box should view the surroundings and compute a camouflage pattern to match and blend in automatically, hence, the name chameleon.
In the pile of electronics stuff I found a small white cardboard box with the remote. After inserting batteries, I handed it over to Carrie to try.
Carrie created some interesting effects, changing the colors to make the shirt any color or pattern with the hand held remote. The shirts didn't have anything visible to make the light, the fibers simply lit up to our amazement. She started out with blue, then changed to green, and other colors could be picked from the controller. She then let the computer adjust the pattern and color to match the basement surroundings. The shirt took on a concrete block pattern and changed the color to a concrete grey hue.
"I am going to have Vanessa come over to see this, it will blow her mind."
I cautioned Carrie, "You shouldn't try wearing the shirt until we see if it's safe."
Before the words left my mouth, Carrie removed her blouse and put on the shirt. First Setting the color to blue and the shirt turned a shade of light blue, then she sequenced other colors one at a time to verify they worked. She must have correctly programmed the color pattern into the controller, because the shirt started changing colors automatically in a slow change. It became a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns in an almost hypnotizing effect, before Carrie turned it off.
I could see the wheels grinding away in Carrie's mind as she got that mischievous grin, which preceded her doing something outrageous.
Carrie removed the shirt, she doesn't like to wear a bra so her perky tan tits were on display for me once again.
"Perhaps I should check you out for any damage."
I came closer to inspect her perfectly bronzed perky tits, "It doesn't look like it harmed you, how do you feel?"
Putting on her blouse, "I couldn't feel anything strange happening when I had the shirt on, except the coolness of changing colors."
The next day Vanessa, Carrie's redhead girlfriend, came over and they went to the basement to check out the shirts. Through trial and error, she programmed two shirts to display the colorful kaleidoscope effect, not exactly what they were designed for.
Vanessa turned on one shirt to show the display in action, "This is so cool Carrie, I can just see us wearing these to the mall and dazzling everyone."
"I don't know Vanessa, Uncle Bob isn't going to let us try until he fully checks out their safety."
"What could be unsafe about wearing a shirt Carrie?"
I am not sure who convinced whom, but the girls decided to wear the shirts to the mall to show off for their friends.
With a new set of batteries installed, they wanted me to drop them off at the mall so they could dazzle their friends. Against my better judgement, I dropped them off at the entrance. After parking the car, I went into the mall to watch the girls do their show.
I found the girls in an open lounge area just off the food court, it wasn't hard to find them as a small crowd had gathered around to watch the stunning display. Someone turned on some rock music on a portable Bluetooth speaker. The girls started dancing to the music looking like a moving Christmas light display, they definitely were not camouflaged.
The music changed to hard rock with a lot of high pitched guitar sounds. Not being a fan of hard rock, to me it sounded like lots of noise. The guitar hits a loud twangy note, then Carrie's shirt, randomly started going transparent, flashing her beautiful tits to everyone. It happened so quickly she didn't notice it, until she saw Vanessa's shirt go transparent.
Flashing colored lights were mesmerizing enough, but a quick tit flash even made the girls dancing more enticing. Several of the crowd were videoing with their cell phones and a few girls were waving their hands at the girls to let them know they were having a wardrobe malfunction.
The crowd cheered each time their tits intermittently went on display. Finally the shirts just stopped flashing colors and stayed fully transparent. The fabric appeared as if it wasn't there, almost like a clear food wrap. Their beautiful bouncing tits were on full display for the crowd. More cell phones came out to document the event, because no one would have believed that two beautiful girls had their tits on display for all to see at the mall.
