Group photo

Valerie rushed back outside where the ceremony was taking place. As she walked briskly, she discovered that her robe didn't really want to stay closed. She had to be very careful to always hold the robe close to her body to avoid it unfurling and exposing her naked body.

All the graduates were gathered together in the center of the gardens, taking pictures and talking excitedly. Valerie joined her group of friends, and they posed for a group photo. She maneuvered herself to the back of the group, clutching her robe very carefully to make sure nothing spilled out. After the first few photos, one of her friends had an idea.

"Hey, let's take a photo where all the girls are jumping together!", she said.

Valerie's eyes widened in alarm, but before she could say anything the group chimed in with their approval and got ready to pose. She ended up in the center, right where she didn't want to be.

"Okay, everyone jump on the count of three. One...two...three!", said one of the guys holding the camera. Valerie clutched her robe tightly with both hands, praying her...assets wouldn't spill out and reveal to everyone that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her robe.

They all jumped in the air together. Valerie felt her lack of a bra as her boobs bounced underneath the robe. She let out a sigh of relief as her robe managed to hold together, and nobody seemed to have noticed. She quickly excused herself, mumbling something about needing to go to the toilet as someone began to shout another idea for a photo. She didn't want to test her "outfit" too much, for she was sure it could betray her at any moment.

She ended up a little distance away from the group, hidden behind a large tree. It offered her some respite - she could hide here and rejoin her friends once the speeches started.

"There you are.", she heard a familiar voice, making her slightly jump in alarm. It was Hawk, who had also returned from the classroom.

"Hey.", she replied. "Waiting for the speeches to start."

"We have a couple of minutes.", he said, as students had begun to file into their chairs in the distance. "Just enough time for what I want."

He had that glint in his eyes which she knew too well. She was almost too afraid to ask. "What do you want?"

He pulled out a pair of scissors from his pocket - the same ones that he had used to rip apart her underwear. "Just a little modification."

He dropped to his knees, and brought the scissors to the hemline of her robe. In a quick motion, he cut off about an inch of fabric, shortening her robe. She gulped on seeing the result. Before, the top of her thigh-highs was only barely visible. Now, a small area of bare skin between the tops of her stockings and the end robe was showing. Bending over was out of the question.

He stood up, pocketing the small band of fabric. "It'll come in handy later.", he said mischievously as he put it inside his suit pocket. "The speeches are starting. Let's go."