Going out

After adding some makeup, for the third time today, I looked at myself in the big mirror of the changing room: the black sleeveless top I was wearing wasn't so tight fitting and came down to my groin.
The colour helped a little in hiding the fact that I wasn't wearing any bra, but I knew that under the right light or looking at me sideways would clearly show up my nipples.

The worst part, howewer, was what my thight fitting black jeans weren't showing. They had a very elastic fabric and were so low cut that they would pretty much always show the upper part of my thong.
Now, to anyone that happened to see under my top, it would be pretty clear I wasn't wearing any panties either.

The best thing was to try to draw as little attention as possible in the trip to my apartment.
First I had to take the bus, hoping it wouldn't be too crowded, then avoid being seen by Eddie in this condition.

Sighing, I walked out of the room.