Helping Robyn

The bell rang for the end of the lesson and pupils began to pack up their things.

"Okay, we've got five minutes to fix this." Robyn said.

"I don't think that's long enough to sew them up." Sandry replied.

"Probably not. I need something else to wear." Robyn held her hands over her exposed rear and made her way awkwardly through the corridor.

"PE kit?"

"I don't think I have mine with me, what about you?"

"I might."

The two of them made their way to Sandry's locker, where after a few seconds of rummaging she produced a pair of threadbare blue shorts.

"No PE trousers?"

"Sorry." Sandry shrugged.

"Thanks." Robyn took the shorts into the nearby girls toilets. While she changed, Sandry looked at herself in the mirror. Her own uniform looked like it was on the verge of giving up, she had hoped it would stretch a bit through the day as she wore it, but if anything the tight garments seemed to be clinging to her more. She pulled at her blouse, trying to rearrange it to hang more comfortably.

With a soft pop, the button from over her breasts parted from the material and landed in the sink, rolled around before falling down the plughole. Sandry looked in shock at the few inches of cleavage now exposed, and tried to smooth her tie over her chest to hide the gap. As she fiddled with the tie, she noticed the seams under both arms of her blouse were beginning to split and each reveal an oval of pink skin. She did the minimum necessary to keep her tie in place and then vowed to try and keep her arms still as much as possible and not tax the blouse further.

"I'm ready." Robyn stepped out of the cubicle, her white blouse now paired with Sandry's blue shorts, which were a size too big for her. She carried her ruined trousers over one arm. "Quite a fashion statement, but at least no one can see my bum any more."