New Rules

“Sorry Renee… I didn't know your uniform was so… fragile. But um why aren’t you wearing a bra” Elizabeth asked, playing innocent as she knew very well the current state of Renee's underwear drawer.

“I-I've forgot to do laundry um… Coach Wagner can can I um leave class? This is a bit of an emergency” Renee asked wanting nothing more to just scream and run away. However she was forcing herself to take Principal Walker's advice and ask a teacher for help and permission first. Because he couldn't keep excusing her attendance, plus there were new rules with the dress code to consider.

One particular that was going to bite Renee in the ass multiple times this school year. And this was just the first example.

“Sorry Beaucorps, based on the new dress code you're still technically able to participate in class with the “Emergency Wardrobe” clause” Coach Wagner said with an “apologetic” smile.

“Damn it! That rule can't be this… forgiving!” Renee cursed in her head knowing the clause the older man was referring to.

It was a rather bold suggestion from a member of the school board that somehow passed even with Walker's opposition. The handsome bald man had even warned her after she had presented the last bit of signatures to him.

“Coach surely the rule doesn't allow for a girl to leave most of her… br-breast out, does it?” She pleaded indicating the extent of her exposure.

“If a student were to suffer a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction they are allowed to continue class functions as long as their reproductive organs, anus, and (in the case of female students) their nipples are reasonably obstructed. If they choose to leave the class their attendance and grade may be effected at the teacher's descression” Coach Wagner qouted.

“No way… that means she's oh hehe” a boy who overheard laughed.

While the other girls made a mental note to wear sturdy clothes, modest underwear, and keep a set of spare clothes on them at all times from now on. As they'd rather die than end up like Renee, or even **** to attend class in a bra or revealing undies.

“Co-coa…”

“Alright boy's, quit gawking and form up!” Wagner yelled out interrupting Renee.

“Sorry Renee, at least we're not playing for now. And with how longs left the boys might not be done playing till it’s time to pack up anyway” Francesa tried to comfort while shielding Renee with her taller form.

“Thanks Fran… um you wouldn't happen to have an extra shirt or maybe I could borrow the one you're wearing” Renee asked hopefully.

“Sorry, don't have an extra and I'm not wearing a bra either. Nor your… tape pasties? *Sigh* and I would trade with you but that clause only accounts for accidents. I'd be considered in violation of dress code by voluntarily ending up like that” Francesa explained.

To which Renee’s eye twitched as she thought “so I can walk around like this because someone accidentally ripped my shirt off. But God forbid a girl do it on purpose to herself ugh!”

“But like I said, at least you're not playing anymore. So let's just sit in a corner and I'll cover you as best I can” Francesa offered. “Ok, you're right. At least we're not playing anymore” Renee said to comfort herself.