She had to pee

Lila hadn’t peed since yesterday morning and she had to go bad. Finally sitting down and trying to do work made her notice it as she tried to forget about her anxiety over her state of dress. She raised her hand which raised her shirt and if anyone could see under the table they would see her clean shaven crotch but luckily no one could.

“Yes, Lila?”

“May I go to the bathroom?”

“You literally just got here, can’t it wait?”

“Please.”

“Fine, just go.”

Lila tucked her arms pretending to be cold again. The only person facing the front of her shirt was Mrs. Smith and if she saw the hole she would see the top of mons pubis and know she was both not wearing underwear and hairless down there.

Luckily she didn’t look and she got into the hallway safely. She was heading towards the bathroom and luckily got there without running into anyone. She looked in the mirror and saw the hole for the first time in its totality and she was mortified. It went from her belly button to just barely above her labia. She could see her nipples through the shirt clearly. She was closer to being naked and she didn’t think that was possible in her previous state without actually being naked.

She went to the stall and lifted her shirt and peed for a short while. She wiped, flushed and got out, washed her hands and returned to the hallway. She felt relief for a moment.

She saw Cheryl was there and Lila cursed internally. She couldn’t hide the hole and her nipples without making it clear she was trying to hide both. She tried to walk the other way and go the long way back to class.

“Hey, wait up!”

Lila froze. Cheryl caught up to her and Lila realized she had ****. She covered the hole with one arm and her nipples with other. Cheryl looked at her with shock.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m just going back to class.”

“I mean why are you posed like that.”

“Um... I tore my shirt and I’m still very cold.”

“I see the tear in your shirt but the way your holding yourself makes it seem like you’re trying to hide your boobs.” Cheryl stated matter of factly. She already knew she wasn’t wearing a bra in a skimpy night shirt.

“I... I’m not.” Lila was getting more nervous and she could feel the the perspiration causing her shirt to stick to herself.

“Then why don’t you move your arm.”

Lila wasn’t good at confrontation “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because...”

“Because you’re hiding your boobs?”

Lila started to tear up and tried to walk away but Cheryl reaches for the hole in her shirt and caught her. Her hand brushed the skin where her underwear should be and now Cheryl knew she was only wearing a shirt and flip flops. Lila was starting to freak out.

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal...”