The Glitter Nightmare

Victoria blinked a few times, as if the options would change if enough time passed. If things weren’t so rushed, she’d put her clothes back on and tell Breanna this wasn’t going to work. But Breanna had worked so hard at putting this together for her sake and Victoria would look like a massive diva if she held everything up by refusing to take part after all.

She held both uniforms and felt the sheer heft of the metal one, letting it fall back to the gym bag and settling for the glitterbombed fashion disaster instead. It was at least a functional uniform compared to the other and she really didn’t want to deal with any scarlet letter jokes for wearing a uniform with a massive A on it.

Still, this was far from ideal. Not only was this uniform tiny, but it was borderline juvenile with the aesthetics. With a heavy sigh, she slipped the bottoms on over her underwear and, sure enough, they were way too short. The locker room didn’t have a mirror, but she didn’t need one to know that more of her black underwear was visible than the white shorts. It would be a bit of a faux pas to look so mismatched so Victoria reluctantly took the shorts off and peeled off the underwear so that she was commando, quickly pulling the shorts back up to avoid the worst of the AC’s chill.

The result was honestly not as bad as she feared. Yes, the shorts were so small that the bottom of her butt cheeks were exposed if she leaned or bent over too far. Yes, she could feel the seams right up against her crotch no matter how much fidgeting she did. Yes, she was dreading seeing how the shooting star decal likely made her ass look rounder than it actually was. But the material was ultimately breathable and comfortable and she wouldn’t mind having a pair or two in the right size. Although without the gaudy design.

But the real challenge with this uniform was always going to be the top. She could already spot the sparkles on her hands where glitter caught in the light from handling it. There was also hardly any give to the neckline, although the hem thankfully was loose enough that she didn’t have to worry about it looking painted on. Or at least she hoped.

Victoria started to put the top on, squeezed half her head through the neck hole and then began putting her arms through when all progress stalled. She was stuck, the armholes not wanting to give enough leverage for her to get her arms all the way through at once and the glittery mess blinding her as her head wouldn’t go through any further without some help from her arms. Oh no. After a few quick breaths to center herself, she thrust both arms forward but still nothing budged. It was too tight. Her hair was certainly a mess as she thrashed about, arms flailing a bit and rising up with flight to try getting a better angle, bending her body forward.

The real panic set in when Victoria heard two quick knocks against the door, the kind that made it seem like just a courtesy rather than permission before coming in. “Hair and makeup, here, you ready for us?” a woman called out, the sound of the doorknob turning. If someone came in right now they’d get a hearty view of her ass, tiny shorts wedged high up her butt, along with seeing a heroine struggling with something as simple as getting dressed, arms in the air, face covered, and cleavage on display with no way to cover anything.

She had to act quickly!

• Victoria shouts that she doesn’t need a touch-up and for them to go away, saving her dignity for the time being even though her hair could use major help after this fiasco and it runs the risk of sounding like a diva.

• Victoria asks for help, realizing she can’t do this by herself and at least turning around in time so that they don’t see her in a compromising position. It’s still embarrassing but she can play it off as nervousness.

• Victoria doubles down on her efforts to solve this herself before they see her. She’s nearly gotten it on, she just needs to bend forward more. It’s risky considering the state of her ever-rising shorts, but it has a chance for her to wind up fully dressed, dignity intact, and with time to do her hair so she doesn’t look like a mess out there.