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Chapter 2 by Electricbull8i Electricbull8i

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R.E.D Operation: Clothes Shopping

“Come on Marcus I never ask you for anything” Renee pleaded with her brother.

“Sorry sis, but I already made plans for that day” he shrugged apologetically.

“Ugh why did everybody have to be busy on the one free day I get a month” the ginger bombshell complained. With school, softball practice, student council, and work she rarely found time to herself. When she finally found a gap in her schedule and had saved enough money to go clothes she asked around and no one was available. And she was too afraid to go by herself knowing she was being targeted. The idea of changing in a public place was already scary enough.

Her one advantage was knowing whoever was doing all this to her was trying their very best to not expose themselves, being very sneaky in all their plans. So having someone to stand guard and cause a fuss would likely keep them at bay. Even someone as scrawny as Maddison.

So here Renee was contemplating whether to risk going alone, maybe driving out of town to do it, or just not go. On one hand she risked further exposure at a very crowded place on the other she was running low on good clothes. And, thanks to her leveraging her power in the student council, she had set in motion going from a strict uniform policy everyday to uniforms once a week and regular dress code at school. Allowing her to wear normal clothes to school, because of all the things she was running low on it was school uniforms. Having already gone through all of her senior and junior year sets, she was currently going everyday in her sophomore uniforms.

Showing off just how much she has grown in two years. Whether it’s her height or assets she really blossomed into a sexy young woman. The blouses for example, her arms were too long for the sleeves, everytime she goes to reach for something the bottom rises to show her adorable belly button, and for the life of her she can’t do up the top two buttons. Forcing her to roll up her sleeves at all times, avoid reaching above her head, and just get used to having at least a little cleavage showing. The worst being when she’s out of clean bras to wear, so she either spends a day feeling unbearably dirty or go braless, the old tight and white blouse not doing much to leave her nipples to the imagination. Then there’s the skirt built for a shorter girl with narrower hips and a much smaller ass, which getting the waistband over was a hassle every morning. If she wanted to zip them up all the way she’d have to pull it up to a narrower part of her waist. Only this guaranteed that at least a quarter of her bouncy booty was on display at all times. At half zip she could just barely cover all of the glorious round rump but if she bent over for any reason anyone behind her was definitely seeing something. Completely unzipped it went down to about mid-thigh and allowed her to do some movement. Only now, with the combination of the short blouse, the bottom edge of her pale belly was left exposed and it was so form fitting that it might as well be a pencil skirt.

She really hoped and prayed that the new dress code would go through soon as she was already down to only three of those sets of uniforms. Anymore and she’d be **** to wear her freshman uniforms, which out of curiosity she had tried one night. She really didn’t want to go to school looking like a slutty school girl. Showing half her ass and her entire bra off wherever she went, and the thought of going without a bra just sounded like hell to the senior. And for the life of her getting a new uniform, from the company that makes them, out of season is practically impossible while costing an arm and a leg.

The stresses were really piling up leaving the girl feeling indignant and frustrated just thinking about it “why can’t anything go right for once” she thought to herself as she rubbed her forehead like she had a headache coming on.

“Wh-what if I went with y-you” a voice said at their side.

The siblings looked over to see Marcus’s best friend Mark.

Renee paused for a moment looking at the lanky latino. The two hadn’t really been close after she rejected him a while ago. The most interaction they had was her being undressed and then her virgin clam slammed into his face. Which may sound intimate out of context but was really just embarrassing accidents. Making it really awkward for Renee to just be around him, nevermind talk. And spending a day alone with him was a whole other level.

“Well there ya go sis, thanks for the save bro” Marcus said addressing Renee and Mark respectfully as he happily exited the room. Not even considering Renee might reject the offer.

Renee’s eye started twitching but then she focused on the bright side that she’d be able to get her new clothes. So she sighed and unenthusiastically said “fine.”

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