Forget the consequences, tear it apart

Anna picked up a pair of scissors from a box and fumbled to cut a slot in the end of one of the wings. With more dexterity available, she freed her hands from the wings and returned to trying to loosen the chinstrap with her hands before deciding it was useless. The scissors sliced through the old knotted strap and finally freed Anna's head from the steamy prison. She hadn't realized just how warm the inside of the foam suit had been. Sliding the harness straps off her shoulders, a new problem became apparent. The white uniform shirt Anna wore had become quite indecent with the amount she had been sweating.

While embarrassing, she could come up with some excuse for a wet shirt. After a bit of searching, Anna found the stolen skirt in a clutter of cleaning tools. The skirt definitely belonged to the short brunette; the size was enough to tell that alone. Anna struggled to work the skirt all the way up her hips. Through a bit of coercing and more awful fabric noises, she actually managed to work it into place. The seams of the skirt threatened to tear at any moment. While the panties stretched enough to just be a tight pair of panties, this skirt could pose a much larger threat.

Now Anna was stuck with an almost transparent uniform shirt and a skirt threatening to give at any moment. Anna racked her brain for any options she might have other than going out like this. Then she remembered! There was a uniform on the shelf in the cabinet. She opened the cabinet and looked down to see it. It looked clean, but it also looked a bit off. There was something she just couldn't quite put her tongue on about this uniform.