Back to the trench lines

Thanks to the school’s square design, the gym and locker rooms were to the field’s left, only separated by a large fence, after passing this fence, she would go back to the place where she lost her shirt.

She quickly sprinted to this fence, and climbed it, this time, she didn’t fell flat, and actually managed to cross normally. She felt kinda happy for doing it right this time, but noticed the stained paper in the other side, her pussy was exposed once again, the annoying feeling moved throughout her entire body, but kept moving. The nostalgia hit her liked a truck, back when she still had her pants on, and had hope of coming out of this with a small victory, but she was already traumatized, nobody ever again would see her as a normal girl, now she was the “naked girl” for the entire school.

She glanced back to the fence where her shirt was hanging, it wasn’t in its place anymore, gone with the wind. She couldn’t care anymore. From now on, Arianne wasn’t filled with shame, now it was just depression and a desire to finish the day with at least on piece of cloth in her body.

While entering the locker rooms, she glanced down and saw the paper sheets hanging individually on her tits, and switched her focus to the rest of her body, she noticed all of the little red spots due to the thorns, and glanced to her butt, a little leaf had snuck in between her butt cheeks, and due to the thickness of them she didn’t realize earlier.

This drove her to take a bath, she actually didn’t feel dirty, and already in the locker rooms, she didn’t find a reason for not doing it, her sadness already took control of her, and didn’t care anymore.

She went to one of the showers, took off her socks and shoes, and turned on the switch.