In the station

Heading down the stairs into the subway station, you join the usual morning crowd of commuters on their way to work, school, or wherever else. A handful of older strangers look in your direction curiously, most other students having already made this trip, but nobody pays you too much attention. {if wearbra=false}Given the free-swinging state of your sizeable chest, this suits you just fine.{endif} As you reach the platform, the train doors swing shut and lock, and you groan in frustration at the extra time this will cost you. If only your dad would buy you that new car he's always promising... but you know that's not fair, he would if he could afford it.

The rushing air from the departing train suddenly sends your skirt swaying around your thighs and you frantically push the waving fabric down, embarrasment flooding through you as your {if wearpanties=true}panties{endif}{if wearpanties=false}unprotected nethers{endif} are exposed. You cast your eyes around to see if anyone noticed, but nobody is looking at you - except for one man sitting along the wall a few feet away. He's an older man with long, lanky hair hiding most of his face and a shaggy, unkempt beard hanging low over rough, unwashed clothes. You turn away from the creep's staring eyes and try to lose yourself in the handful of people who, like you, had also missed the train.

The five minutes between trains seems to last an eternity and you flip through your phone in frustration. There's no service in this underground station, so you have to kill the time browsing old texts, plus the couple of new ones sent by your friends a minute ago asking where you are. At last the next train pulls into the station and you hurriedly climb aboard, only to find that the car's almost full of morning passengers; you end up standing in a corner by the wall, pressed tightly in by the crowd you hadn't noticed building up behind you while you waited. It's uncomfortable, {if wearbra=false}and your nearly naked boobs are squeezing even more visibly out of the arms of your sleeveless top,{endif} but at least there's only twenty minutes of this before you'll be at your stop.

The train rumbles into motion, and you brace yourself against the wall as it begins to move forward... and then you feel heavy breathing on the back of your neck, and a rough hand pawing at your butt over your skirt.