Her classic outfit for the day

Audrey, waking up to the sound of her alarm rolls over and hits the home button of her phone, stopping to beeping. Now entangled in her sheets, she groans and rubs her eyes. Sitting up she stretches letting out a squeak of a yawn, her hair messy with a bad case of bed head.

Getting out of bed she strolls over to the bathroom and unrobes to step into the shower, taking a hot one before she gets ready for school.

With her hair now wet and washed, she strolls back to her room with a towel wrapped around her body. Feeling awake a rejuvenated, Audrey is ready to get dressed.

Looking through her closet she slides hangers upon hangers of outfits. Still knowing she is going to serve a detention today, she hopes she gets a chance to go to the track. Often during detentions, students are allowed to do workouts rather than rot in a classroom.

"What to wear..." Audrey says to herself, pressing a slender finger to her lips thinking.

Eventually she has scrawled across her bed a pair of denim shorts, long socks, and a white t shirt.

"Oh shit." She mutters to herself realizing she doesnt have a pair of bra or panties. Walking over to her dresser she opens it to see a wide array of all colors and types of undergarments. She picks a black pair of panties that dont quite go with a gray sports bra. If she was going to workout might as well be comfortable and reduce the time in changing.

Dropping her towel, her body shivers to to air, bending over, she steps into her panties and ride them up her smooth legs and wiggle them into place. She dons her bra, enjoying the snug fit of her moderate tits in the bra.

Doing the same with her shorts, and then pulling her socks up she picks up her shirt. Pulling it over her shirt and struggling only for a moment to pull the bottom over her chest, she walks over to her mirror. Spinning around and posing like a few models shes seen in magazines before she looks herself up and down as her confidence spikes.

With a tight fitting pair of shorts, and long black socks that reach her thighs, theres only a little of her smooth thigh exposed to the eye, and her shirt does little to conceal her figure.

Walking over to her dresser again, she picks up her make up bag and looks through, doing her eyes, and lashes, putting on thick layers of makeup. And to finish she puts on some almost blood red lipstick.

She didnt know what her style was today but she didnt give a shit, it was almost the weekend. Now ready to straighten her hair, she runs a brush through her long silky brunette hair, getting out all tangles.

Looking back to her mirror she sees herself, now concealed by heavy black makeup and her classic long hair and outfit which she wore most days. Most people judged her choice of makeup although that was everyone but the guys.

It usually brought attention from guys wherever she went, and a lot of that attention went down to their pants, she knew it and she loved it.

Ready to go she was on her way off with a school bag, purse, and gym bag.