Her tshirt, thereby making herself experience what Erica had

Grumbling at her stupid luck, and blaming everything around her but herself, Lisa grabbed the t-shirt and slipped it on. It fit, but that wasn't the problem, and she cursed again that she had put off doing laundry for so long. No, the problem was, that while it fit, it was the only thing she could wear, as grabbing anything else would make her either late getting on the bus, or missing it completely. That could never happen, she who prided herself on being perfect in both looks and actions.

As the material slid over her breasts, it whispered softly against her nipples, causing her to shudder in slight pleasure, before she got a hold of herself. Now was not the time to enjoy the feel of fabric on her skin, a fact made well known to her again as she hurried to the bathroom to get ready. She almost tripped as in her haste, the t-shirt decided to be playful with her, and slipped in between her thighs, caressing it's fabric across her clit before resetting itself.

God damn it! she thought as she raced to do her hair and brush her teeth. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my shirt is out to get me...

When she finished her bathroom chores, she said bye to her family, then raced outside, and onto the waiting school bus. Seeing so many eyes turn to her entry, and knowing that she had on nothing under her shirt, Lisa blushed and grumbled soft curses under her breath.

Far be it from her to strip others and enjoy their humiliation, but it seemed today she was going through the exact same thing she had made Erica experience in the early stages of school. She would have to just hope no one would get wise and use this clothing problem against her, either here on the bus, or at school.

Lisa decided...

• To sit at the front of the bus, she's not a wimp, but gets looks...

• Sit in the middle of the bus, less ogling, but the seats are sticky...

• Sit in the back of the bus, private, but Alicia sits with her for "fun times"...