"He can use the clothing in my backpack."

"Just give me a sec.."

She grabs her own backpack from under her chair and unzips it before giving it to you, "Here."

"Thanks." You say as you set it down on the floor, while trying to avoid the gazes of all the girls in class.

Looking through the bag you start to worry there isn't a change of clothes inside, as you've only been shifting around her school textbooks, all-black makeup, and Walkman(?) until, that is you reach the bottom and grab out a small bundle of fabric.

It's an entire outfit, but you don't think you like what you find; a pair of orange micro-shorts with white stripes running down the sides, a women's athletic tank top in matching colors and, worst of all, a black thong. You wonder what she would do with clothing that's too small to fit her curvy frame, but don't notice that they are all missing 90% of their stitches.

"Dana, are you sure you don't have anything else?"

"Hey, that's all I have," She says, her eyes once again looking your exposed torso up and down "or would you prefer just the towel?"

"No!-I mean, no, uh.. I'll go change." you blurt out, flustered from being checked out half-naked by the brawny beauty you fancied so.

You walk to the back of class, everyone's head turning to follow, and remove your ruined underwear from under the small towel that is now your only cover, eliciting laughs and wolf whistles from the class.

You don the sexy outfit in a haste and go back to your desk, your butt jiggling obviously in the tight shorts, trying to ignore the lustful glares everyone's casting towards your seemingly shrink-wrapped crotch, and blushing. You sit down to find Dana's hand waiting on your seat, she squeezes your ass through the straining fabric and whispers into your ear "Looking good, Sam." Your face burns so hot you swear steam comes out of your ears.

When class lets out and everybody walks into the hall, Dana smiles, knowing you'll only make it about 50 feet before the borrowed clothing she sabotaged, that hugs your svelte body so gorgeously, rips itself apart.

You feel a slight breeze through the sides of the too-snug running gear as you make your way to homeroom. Young women throughout the hall are ogling you in the titillating tight-fitting garments, when the last of the stitches in your already revealing outfit pop loose, leaving you in nothing but a tiny black thong that can barely contain your hairless package in front of your crush, and a huge crowd of other girls in the hall!

Laughing and catcalling, they move in around you. Just when you think this couldn't get any worse, you hear a faint tearing sound from your minuscule thong.

But who gets their hands on you first?