Blouse, jeans, thong, sneakers

It occurred to her that she was planning on destroying these clothes as well, if not losing some of them, and that it would be wise to wear things she no longer needed. With that in mind, she rummaged through her dresser and closet for a moment, looking for a few things she knew she had.

A moment later, she had an old blouse and pair of jeans set on her bed, along with one of her few thongs. Thongs weren't something she normally wore, but she had a few for the couple of dresses she had that she didn't want pantylines with. Slipping the bright red thong on, she was slightly disappointed in the lack of cool air against her pussy, but she consoled herself with the fact she wouldn't be wearing a bra today.

After that, she grabbed the jeans. They were a pair she'd kept mainly for yard work, as they were a bit battered and torn, and definitely tight on her. It took a bit of work for her to shimmy them over her thighs and ass, her breasts dancing on her chest as she worked them on. Once she had them on, she took a quick glance at herself in her mirror, and noted just how tightly they grasped her ass, highlighting it's curves in all their glory. She could also see a hint of her thong peeking out the back.

The blouse was thin, and a bit tight on her. She hadn't worn it since it had become tight enough to show her bra through it, but that didn't concern her now. She pulled it on, buttoning it completely. It was slightly tighter than she expected, the buttons straining a bit, her nipples making clear indentations in the material. She smiled as she looked down at herself. She knew she looked good now, but she'd look even better later.

She turned back to her closet and grabbed her old Converses out. Sitting down, she looked at them for a moment. She loved these shoes, and they'd been many places with her, but they were on their last legs. Their uppers were battered and torn; their soles worn thin. She slipped her bare feet into them and laced them up. As she finished, she looked at them, at the holes where her feet were visible, and reminisced on her former life. Those adventures had been fun, but it was time to have some new ones. This would be a fitting final adventure for them.

Finally dressed, she grabbed her purse and headed to her front door. On impulse, she grabbed an oversized zip-up hoodie of her father's out of the front closet. She'd take her parent's other car, and leave the hoodie in it, just in case.

Stepping out of her house, she locked the door, then hopped in the car, tossing the hoodie in the back seat. As she backed out of the driveway, she couldn't help but be both nervous and scared in addition to excited as to what she was going to do. It would be fun, she had no doubt of that, but she wouldn't have the concealment of the massive throngs she'd had the day before...