Passing Period

As Renee wandered to her locker she caught herself reminiscing. How this one time in sixth grade, Zeke accidentally got a popsicle stain on her lucky yellow sundress during lunch. She thought about how that was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life ever, having to wear that small stained dress till school ended.

But now, she wanted to be back on that supposedly horrible day. She took for granted how nobody really noticed or cared to look except her. But most importantly and desperately, she wished right now she was wearing that dress with an ink blot of a stain compared to her current suit; and how little of embarrassment that event was compared to the strange humiliating hell that was her current senior year of high school.

For right now, in the sea of students that was currently inhabiting Oakvale High's halls, most were mainly focused on getting to their next class. And those that were close or heading towards the gym were stunned while turning their heads, definitely noticing Renee and her choice fit.

As the gorgeous sunset haired woman was clad in some revealing ill fitting purple undies, nylon stockings and black slip on shoes briskly making her way through the crowds that were stopping traffic just to glance. Renee was trying her best to ignore the stares, glares, catcalls and jeers of her peers, while keeping her eyes forward. But her appearance and unintentional aura was just too hard for her classmates to clearly snub such a sight.

“Holy shit what a rack!”

“That peach sure is juicy…”

“Yo when the OnlyFrands?!”

“That the new uniform?! Looking damn good Renee!”

“I heard she tried skinny dipping during gym. Surprised she even got dressed.”

“Harlot, surprised you actually are wearing anything at all.”

“My God the bounce on that gyatt!”

Renee groaned but remained steadfast in her objective with five minutes to use between classes. The plan was get to her locker, obtain her backpack to cover up more, then get to class. Her blush grew from her cheeks to her bouncing bottom cheeks with each passing step toward her destination she kept her hands at her sides to keep her velocity.

Very much resembling a supermodel with her matching satin purple undies on a runway, but with more nervous tones in her facial expressions. Hurrying her pace, she could feel her mammaries jumping about trying to break free of the cloth prison to which she had to slow down much to the delight of the football team she passed. Wanting to scream loudly as one of them pinched her exposed buttocks she just pushed through the mass of people.

Her violet boyshorts were easily turning into booty shorts with each quickened step to the other side of the long stretch of hallway before her. Within the swarm of leering cameras that was the modern age student body, she had managed to finally make it to her locker.

Renee pulled down at her shorts to cover what little of her ample posterior the undersized undies could handle as she fumbled the combination lock as fast as her fingers could spin it. Smiling upon getting it on the first try, she flung her locker open to find what she could use for cover.