Another Note

I walked quietly to my next classroom. Now no lecture hall but just a class, little could happen to me now. On the way a girl bumped into me and pushed something into my hand, a note.

Dear Amira,

We are proud of you, but you can show yourself a little more. Be the last to enter the classroom and leave your bra at the door. How you do that is up to you. If you complete it well, you will be rewarded after class during the break. Good luck!

I felt myself blushing a little. I had to find a way to get my bra off, keep my blouse open like that, and get to class last but on time.

Carefully I tried to unhook my bra without having to take off my blouse. After some fiddling over my blouse I succeeded. Carefully I first put my left arm in my sleeve and through my bra strap and then the right. Now my bra was hanging loose in my blouse. My breasts heaved with every step that followed.

When I arrived at the class, the door was already closed, so I was last. I quickly pulled my bra from under my blouse and dropped it next to the door. My nipples caught the cold immediately and hardened against the thin fabric of my blouse. It couldn't be more obvious that I was missing something in clothing. I quickly went inside and looked for a seat. I paid little attention to the others in the hope that they would also ignore me, but will that work?