4,1,6,3,5

Originally Written by: Jealco on May 3rd 2017

The dice clattered around for a moment, and Donna couldn't help but hold her breath in anticipation. The pure randomness of how she was choosing her clothes excited her in a way that she couldn't replicate, even compared to stripping off in public!

As the dice settled, Donna could feel herself getting wet. This was going to be so...so...orgasmically fun she almost wanted to masturbate right then! Donna looked over the dice, and squealed in delight.

She'd rolled a six on the bra, which was perfect with the tank-top she'd rolled. She went and grabbed the clothes, and put them on.

The tank-top was two sizes too large, thin and white. It had a U-shaped neckline, originally intended to give just a bit of cleavage, and the spaghetti straps attached at the upper tips of it, before dipping back down beneath her arms. On her, it meant those slight triangles leading up to the straps were all the material that covered her nipples, with the straps starting immediately above them. Between the neckline and the armholes, almost the entirety of her breasts were on display. The top draped across her, so loose that it could easily just slide down. In addition, she'd snipped the straps and tied them loosely back together. She could easily make them slide off, or have them come untied, with a minimum of effort.

The red microskirt looked almost like a wide belt on her, riding low enough her hipbones were visible over it, and just barely covering her pussy in front. About a quarter of her buttcheeks were visible from behind. It was tight enough that it would ride up as she walked. The panties were red low-riders, and they framed her shaven pussy quite nicely, while blending with the skirt enough that it would make people do a double-take before they realized her pussy was exposed!

Her sandals consisted of thin pieces of leather, with a pair of very thin straps just behind the toes, and two more equally-thin straps by the heel, that she wrapped around her ankle and tied. She ensured she tied the knots loosely, as well, and she'd have to retie them constantly.

She smiled at the completely insecure outfit she was wearing, knowing she'd have plenty of mishaps with her wardrobe. Between pulling her top up, her skirt down, and tying her shoes, she'd spend an incredible amount of time "trying" to stay covered. She grabbed her backpack and stepped out the door to go to school.

How does her walk to school go?