Put on the clothes.

(Originally published by Ewong at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

You can't stay naked, so you put on the clothes. First, the piglet panties. They stretch to their limit as you hoist them up. as you pull it in place, you hear a small ping of a thread breaking, but you don't notice anything wrong. Next, is the trousers. These are much more snug than anything you have tried on before. It seems they might fit your waist, but the legs are skinnier than your own. Out of desperation, you tear the seam of each leg until you can pull the garment all the way up. It fits, albeit like skin-tight leather, but it fits. From your ankles to your knees, the ripped seam makes the fabric flap around with each step. the crotch digs into you and threatens to burst with every breath, but somehow you make it work. Now, there's the blouse. The blouse is too small to button up properly, so you decide to tie the tails together like a trashy catholic school girl.

The outfit makes you look like a slut, but it's all you got. You pick up your bag off the floor and the crotch burst wide open. The pink lace of the panties sows through, but no one should notice. You walk awkwardly to your next class, which is: