Bra and panties

Jennifer hasn't finished speaking.

"Let me go through the options, and what they'll look like. Becky, you only need to choose one option. If you choose bra, you'll not only not be allowed to wear bras, but you'll also only be allowed to wear clothing that accentuates your breasts and is tight or exposing enough to give us a little peek at those nipples. If you choose panties, you'll not only not be allowed to wear panties, but you'll also only be allowed to wear clothing that gives you a nice sexy cameltoe, or skirts that are short enough to give people a little peek at your privates when they're behind you on a flight of stairs. And since the AI will be in control of your outfit six days a week, you're not going to be able to take the skirt option every day. Some days, the AI will be making sure your cameltoe is right out there."

Becky is completely expressionless, apart from eyes that are open wider than normal.

Becky can't choose the panties option anyway. That would make her condom contracts so much more humiliating. Amy thinks to herself.

"If you pick outfit, you'll be able to wear nothing but bras and panties every day until you're 30. Sometimes the underwear will be modest and comfy, and some days it'll be sexy and skimpy, forcing you to go about your day looking like a lingerie model. And I'm afraid, I must now give you only ten seconds to decide, before we decide randomly for you. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..."

"Bra! I choose bra." Becky shouts out.

Amy closes her eyes and makes a small nod. That's probably what she would have chosen too. But her choice, is going to be much worse and much more difficult.

"Good choice, Becky. But I'm afraid, that choice is locked in immediately. Which means you now have 60 seconds to become compliant with your new rule, before you'll be disqualified from the poker game and face additional punishment."

"Wait... You want me to remove my bra on stage?!" Becky whimpers.

"You need to remove all illegal clothing. And since that blouse is not tight or thin enough to be permitted, you're going to have to remain topless on stage until you're dismissed." Jennifer explains apologetically.

"Oh my god!" Becky chokes. "You can't be serious!"

"50 seconds remaining." Johnny cuts in to warn her.

And then, cruelly, a chant quickly builds up from some of the men in the audience.

"Get, your tits out, get, your tits out, get your tits out for the lads!"

And Becky has **** but to obey.

"Get your tits out for the lads! Wahaaaay!" Cheers erupt as Becky's bra comes off after her blouse, leaving her half-naked on-stage. She quickly covers her nipples with her arms, but not before everybody gets an eyeful of her bare chest. She looks angry and embarrassed as she tries to find a comfortable way to stand on stage with her arms covering as much of her boobs as possible, which just ends up looking all the more humiliating as different parts of her breasts keep peeking out from behind her arms as she moves them around.

People laugh and jeer at Becky for a few moments, but her humiliation quickly gets old. And, after all, people know what's coming next, and that it's going to be even more juicy.

All attention is rapidly drawn towards Amy.

"Amy, let me go through your options." Jennifer begins. "You can choose to keep your bra, and lose your outfit and panties. This option seems undesirable for obvious reasons, but actually extends the definition of a bra to include a lot of small tops. You'll essentially be able to look somewhat normal from the chest upwards, if a bit sexy. Photos of you sitting at a table, or similar, might look perfectly respectable. Of course, you'll be completely and absolutely bottomless, so whenever you're walking anywhere, or not sitting down, everything down there will be on full display."

Amy purses her lips and furiously shakes her head. No way is that an option she is ever dreaming of taking.

"You could instead choose to keep your panties, and lose your outfit and bra. This option is the only one that keeps your most private places from being largely visible. You'll be able to wear panties every day, and while the AI might sometimes put you in a thong or a g-string, it's not going to go overboard and **** you into a massive cameltoe or anything. But you will pretty much always be completely topless."

Amy folds her arms around her chest, horrified that she's even considering this option. Her boobs being on permanent display? That's insane, right?!

"You could instead choose to keep your outfit, and lose your bra and panties. This is the option most people seem to think is the kindest, but I would caution that it's not as safe as you think. The complete ban on underwear also comes with some relatively lewd guidelines on what outfits you're allowed to wear. Essentially, both your chest and crotch should look rather erotic at all times. And the more you choose to cover up on the day you get to dress yourself, the more lewd the AI will dress you on some of your other days. You might even find yourself with a private part on complete display in order to counterbalance a day where it was not very erotic to look at."

"I'm picking that option." Amy blurts out, having suddenly made up her mind. "I'll keep my outfits."

She wants to cling onto what's left of her pride, which means looking confident and not ashamed in front of the crowd.

"Um, okay, that's locked in." Jennifer says gently. "But, um, then... I must now ask you to strip naked on-stage."

"Huh?!" Amy chokes out the exclamation.

Jennifer shrugs apologetically. "Nothing you're currently wearing is legal for you to wear any more. And there's still a lot more housekeeping to go before you can be dismissed."

Holy shit. Amy's stomach is suddenly full of butterflies. I can't get naked in front of the whole academy! But also... What choice do I have?!

"Fifty-nine... Fifty-eight..." Johnny starts counting down Amy's final minute of fully clothed life in her twenties.