Bobby wants to talk to Erica

So there I was, hiding behind a costume rack in the corner of the backstage wearing just my panties, covering my tits with my hands.

I waited a bit but Lisa didn't come back, but at least the other students hadn't noticed my state of dress. some people walked backstage to grab some things but without going around the clothes rack they could see my bare feet under it and my head over it. The was no reason to assume I was naked.

When people walked in or out of the backstage and the curtain moved I could catch a glimpse of the other students in the main stage and room, Carrie practicing her lines with a boy, Alicia also practicing her lines with another girl. Mrs. Chariot was on her desk writing or rewriting on what seemed to be the script of the play. And Bobby was walking fast through people holding a copy of the script on his hand, seemed to be looking for someone.

He looked through the curtain when it moved and spotted my head over the racks. We made eye contact and he started marching my way.

Oh god, what do I do, what do I do?

"Erica!" he said, on the other side of the rack. he was tall, he could probably see my bare shoulders.

"WAIT! don't come closer, I'm...I'm..."

"What is it? You changing or something?"

"NO!" I exclaimed as he took a step back anyway "I'm just..." my arms were hugging me, it probably wasn't a big deal to be changing behind the rack but the fact that I didn't have my clothes with me could be seen as very suspicious. That and the fact that I could feel my panties getting damp... "my costume is just ugly ok, I don't wanna be seen in it..."

"You know you're going to be seen in it by a lot of people the day of the presentation right?"

"...yet! I don't wanna be seen in it YET, before Lisa fixes it." I said trying my best to cover my chest.

"Erica, I don't have time for your shenanigans, there's been some changes in the script and I need to tell you about it"

"I... what changed?" I asked. At this point I was almost crouching down so he wouldn't see me over the rack, but not too much so I could still look at him.

"The last scene you're in, the one you're with your arms and head in the pillory, the wooden stock thing. It's going to be way longer so..."

"Awww... I don't wanna be stuck in that thing..." I whined

"Jesus Christ Erica, shut up! stop interrupting me, I'm on the clock here!" I shut my mouth, embarrassed "Good! now listen, You'll be there for like 15 minutes, way before the fight scene starts. So we're gonna have a little stool for you sit down and have you bottom half be hidden behind the curtains, so you won't have to be standing while in the pillory. But you'll still have to act like you're in pain in it, ok?"

My mind was far away, thinking about how naked I was while talking to a guy. He didn't seem to have any idea of my state of dress, my panties were definitely too damp now, and I could feel my hard nipples poking my hands.

"I... yeah, sure... no problem..." I said agreeing with him without fully listening.

"Good, don't forget to practice that scream for the closing scene." he said, grabbing a costume from the rack, rattling it, almost exposing me. I jumped in panic. He took one costume, turned around and walked away.

I jumped in panic, one less costume on the rack wasn't really a problem, but he took it so fast I thought I was going to be exposed.

I was once again, left alone.

Until another girl approached mean an grabbed a costume, she just smiled when our eyes met. There were probably like 15 costumes in te rack, I was just scared of them getting to close.

Then another girl came by and took another costume, then another, then a guy.

everyone looked at me and I adjusted my body to stay hidden, saying an awkward hi or nodding to the people who came take their costumes.

After a feel people I needed adjust the remaining costumes together to cover me. There were just 2 left. I was sweating again, panic was setting in.