Let’s go with the bra idea. What’s the worst that could happen? (It fails catastrophically)

She decided her best option at this point was to make a belt out of her bra. She was going to have to get stark naked in the library for a while, but she would just have to deal with it. She looked around, slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, then put her shirt back on.

As she fiddled with the bra, she realized she did not have any tools for the job. All she could do was tear it apart with her hands and hope it did not become too mangled to be usable. However, as she worked, she found it a lot harder than she expected. Pulling carefully just stretched it without tearing off pieces. She tried pulling harder, but the **** only succeeded in tearing apart the fabric of the bra. The cups were too ruined for her to wear now, even if she wanted to. She tried to at least get the elastic off, but every time she tried, it snapped into short pieces. In the end, she had nothing but a useless pile of torn fabric and elastic bits that were too short even to knot together.

As if that was not bad enough, she felt something poking her again. This time, it was inside the front of her shirt. With annoyance, she gripped her collar, spread it open, and peered down into her cleavage to see if she could tell what the problem was.

At just that moment, a sudden noise startled her, and she could be very jumpy when she was startled. Her evolutionary instincts took over, and she jerked her arms back to get into a fighting stance. Unfortunately, she was still grasping her collar at the time. When her arms shot out, her shirt pulled apart from the collar down. As it spread open, every button shot off.

She was left standing there with her shirt spread wide, exposing her otherwise total nakedness underneath. (On the plus side, the irritation stopped. It must have been one of the buttons poking her in the chest where it was usually padded by her bra.) She flushed with embarrassment and frustration. She pulled the sides of her damaged shirt together and tried to keep them in place. However, no matter how she adjusted her stance, every time she let go, it would spread completely open again, revealing her entire body. Great, now she would have to figure out how to keep her shirt together, too.