Amelia did her best.

"Uff… So it's finally the time…" Amelia let out a heavy breath and put her backpack on the bench in the middle of the girl's changing room. She had to change into her gym's clothes for her PE classes… but the room was full of other girls…

"Hey, Amelia, you look a little nervous. Did something happen?"

"Yeah, Emily is right. You are always so excited about PE classes, is something wrong?"

"Do you feel bad? Do you want us to tell the teacher?"

All the other girls naturally formed around Amelia and started to question her with concerned looks on their faces. It was unusual for the ball of joy that Amelia is to be so… silent.

"I'm alright, heh~ I'm just… worried about what happened during the history classes, that's all." She tried her best to keep a steady, unembarrassed expression."

"Oh, right, Mr. Harry started to question you out of the blue, that was so unfair!"

"Don't worry, I can help you study if you'd like!"

"Heh, thanks…" The others started to undress from their school uniforms, exposing their girly bras and underwear, while Amelia just slowly took out her gym uniform out of the backpack and looked at it with uncertainty. How should she change her clothes, with other girls around…?

For now, she took off her school's skirt and put on her bloomers. Taking off her school's blouse also came easy for her… but then, she stopped.

"Should I just do it very quickly?" she asked herself, looking around. Other girls were busy with getting their own uniforms on, speaking with one another, looking at their phones… taking off her shirt and putting on another one shouldn't be that hard, right? Nobody else will notice, if she just does it fast…

Amelia turned around, so her front was pointed at the bench in the middle of the room, while most girls were looking at the lockers near the walls. One deep breath. Two deep breaths. Three deep breaths. She can do it. Nobody will see anything. She grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands and swiftly pulled it out off her head, snatching on her exposed breasts midway, making them go up and then suddenly down, with an unrestrained ****. She let the shirt fall on the ground freely while she took her white gym shirt and put it on her.

"Hey, Amelia, did you…" she saw her friend turning to her, and her heart stopped for a second, but the shirt did cover her body. She did it.

"Hey, what's up?" she turned to her friend, back in her cheery, joyful attitude. The hardest part of the task was already done. She had nothing to worry about, or so she thought.

"Never… never mind…" she gave Amelia's shirt a weird look, but didn't say anything about what just happened. "Are… are you ready? Did you… put on everything you should?" Her question sounded very weird to Amelia, but her obliviousness made her miss the point of it.

"Oh, yeah! Let's go, everybody!" With her typical, jiggly attitude, Amelia led other girls to the gym, where just yesterday she defeated her first Libido as a magical girl together with her friends.

After Amelia entered the gym and saw the volleyball net set up, she got obliviously excited. She liked the game so much, she didn't even think twice about how should she play it while not having a bra on.

Volleyball wasn't only Amelia's favourite game, because as soon as boys entered the room, they also became quite agitated.

"Dude, no way, volleyball, again?!"

"We are so lucky!"

"Look at the girls, I can just imagine their boobs bouncing…"

"Especially Amelia. She has a great rack."

"Hmm-hmm-hmm~" Amelia, clueless about much of a centre of attention she became for the boys, kept humming happily while bouncing around a ball together with one of her female classmates. Even during this short warm-up, with not a lot of movement happening, some people could spot something different about the Amelia's always-jiggling front.

"I must've spaced out. No way she would forget to wear a bra to school. She is quite airheaded, but a bra… it's like not wearing underwear… she is wearing underwear, right?" Emilia, Amelia's friend with which she was now skipping ball, kept thinking about the lack of bra strap she noticed in the locker room. "Could she have really forgotten about it? Maybe that's why she was so silent while changing? She was afraid we would notice? If that's the case, playing volleyball like that would be quite… risky, but Amelia doesn't look like she is worried at all. Perhaps I'm wrong? She could wear some skin-coloured bra. But no matter how much I try, I just cannot see any bra shape under her shirt. Just the curve of her plump, jiggly front…"

Emilia quickly shook her head, embarrassed about having such impure thoughts about her childish friend. It must be one big misunderstanding…

But boys didn't have such restrains, especially when the warm-up was over, and the actual game began, boys versus girls.

"Hi!" Amelia waved to the boy on the other side of the net, who was also playing on defence. He took that as a good opportunity to take a good look at something other boys wondered about…

"Hi, Amelia," he responded nicely, but his actions weren't as nice, as he took a quick, unsuspicious look at her chest. It looked as plump as always, but he couldn't say for certain, if the rumour about her lack of a certain part of clothes was actually true…

Soon enough, most if not all of her classmates were thinking about it. Amelia didn't even try to conceal her lack of bra, and just played the game like always - blocking with all her strength and chasing the ball like there's no tomorrow. With each jump, her body became more and more sweaty, and every time her shirt went a little up, exposing her flat tummy, boys got so concentrated on her, they forgot all about blocking the ball.

"It feels nice to forget about the task and just concentrate on the game!" Amelia thought to herself, smiling widely after successfully blocking another shot.

"There is no way she is wearing a bra." All the boys agreed, undoubtedly. They tried their best to take advantage of the situation, regardless of the reasons she was not wearing one. With each block she succeeded, the next ball tried to go higher and higher, making Amelia try harder and harder to block them.

"Wow…" the boy before the net gazed in amazement at the closeness of Amelia's body. Her glistening skin, with droplets of sweat trailing down her body, causing her shirt to cling tightly to her voluptuous breasts. The fabric of it becoming almost translucent. Her hair sticking lightly to her nape, as she leaps for a spike before him. Her unrestrained breasts bounce and jiggle extremely from her energetic motion, as the white, gym shirt can't help but struggle to contain her chest. In fact, she was so high, the boy takes a glimpse beneath it, dumbfounded by the best view of his life. He can see it. A small part above the stomach. Beautiful, flawless skin of her lower breasts. He can see them jiggle, completely free. "She doesn't have one…" he realizes, as Amelia stumbles and loses her balance, falling directly in front of her.

"Ah!" she gasped in surprise, as her body topples forward, making a direct touch with the floor with her knees and getting her hands in front of her to not fall on her face. "Seems like I overdid it, heh~" Amelia said playfully after raising her head to tell the boy before her that she was okay, but he was looking at her with wide eyes opened. "Hm?" she questioned his look, only after looking down.

Her on all four position made the shirt fall freely in the ground's direction, giving him a clear view from through her collar. From his vantage point, the boy could see Amelia's bare, dangling breasts in their full glory. Perfectly shaped, soft packs of fat, with perfectly shaped, delicate pink nipples. The droplets of sweat trickled down her curvy breasts, making the sight as erotic as possible, while her chest was gently rising and falling from her uneven breaths.

"Ah!" Amelia's voice quivered with a mix of innocence and shyness as she desperately realized what the boy was looking at. Her cheeks filled with deep crimson as she tried to get up.

"He saw me! He saw it! He saw… them!" Amelia realized and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide exposure. Her cheeks burned with red as the feeling of shame washer over her like a tidal wave. It was an unfamiliar emotion, as even being naked before her dear friends wasn't as humiliating as being caught… so under dressed by a boy. Will he tell everyone? "No, that's out of the question… he will realize that I wasn't like that on purpose. He will understand it was so much more embarrassing for me than for him, somebody's seeing someone's else naked chest… maybe I will tell him I forgot to wear bra today? He should empathize with my mistake… right?"

. . .

"Dude, I'm telling you! Bare tits! She had no bra on!" Harvey, the boy before net, shares his exciting situation with all the other boys in the locker room, who could only speculate on the rumour, which he confirmed to be the reality.

"No way!"

"I knew her boobs were shaking a lot more than usual! What a slut!"

"That's so hot! What did her tits look like?"

"They were perfect, man. So big and soft looking… I wish she would fall on me, with my face between them instead!"

"But why didn't she have her bra on?"

"Who cares, man! I bet she just pretends to be so innocent and oblivious, while she is actually a big perv! Man, no bra, I wish I could've seen her tits!"