Embarrassing Underwear

*BRIIIIIIIIING*

The school bell rings, signaling the end of the period. Unfortunately, as Ashely shoots up out of bed, she realizes the school bell had been her alarm clock, disguised by the facade of a dream. Glancing up at the time, Ashley audibly curses:

7:30AM

Doing some quick math, Ashely quickly realizes she had slept through her first alarm, instead waking up to her secondary alarm (to remind her to leave for work). Running frantically around her bedroom, Ashley throws together a (mostly) matching outfit, but pauses at her underwear drawer...Ashley curses again. Nothing clean. If she leaves now, Ashley could probably make the first bell at 7:55, but she would not have nearly enough time to run a load of her panties through the washer, dry them, and get to work without being written up. Looking for a creative solution, Ashley glances around the room and spots her dirty clothes. It's not the best option, but it's better than going commando. She then hastily grabs the underwear at the top of her hamper. Holding them in her hands momentarily, Ashley sighs as she pulls on the pair: high-waisted granny panties with a purple and pink swirling base and My Little Ponies galloping across every inch. They were her weekend lounge undies, initially a gag gift, but reminiscent of her childhood. Nobody would see them anyway, right? The feeling of wearing day-old underwear, however, does not make Ashley relax as she had while wearing the same pair under her sweats both Saturday and Sunday. Pulling on pantyhose, in an attempt to make the outfit feel more professional, followed by her blouse, blazer, skirt, and flats, Ashley messes with her hair enough to make it look presentable, grabs her purse, and rushes out the door.