Nothing to wear

There was notebooks, a pad of sticky notes, and a few writing utensils within the box, but nothing suitable to cover the nearly nude teen. Although Sandry was wearing her clearly old Wonder Woman undies, they were refusing to stay on since she had outgrown them. Her generous chest was only barely covering the bottom of her nipples in the tiny piece of fabric, ready to pool out her massive orbs that had grown in size just recently.

Her bottom half was only being secured by her hand which held the front of her panties just fine, but the back of them refused to stay on her very exposed bubble butt.

Sandry knew she couldn't be in the halls anymore, and after hearing a wheeling noise, knew the janitor was heading her direction. After ducking into the bathroom and into a stall, Sandry quickly stood ontop of a toilet hopefully to avoid being seen.

As three loud knocks caused Sandry to cover her mouth, something felt a miss but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The janitor entered took a quick look around, muttered "Damn kids, leaving their shite here for me to pick up." Followed by another door open and more wheely noises away from where she was.

As Sandry exited the stall, making sure the coast was clear, the A/C blasted her body, as she cast her stare down, her thighs brushing back and forth along one another. Wow, her underwear felt really thin. Almost like it wasn't even... there.

"Oh my g, go..." Sandry stared blankly at her naked pelvis, Wonder Woman knickers no where to be seen. The janitor's muttering came back into her mind as she dove a hand to her incline.