She puts on the trousers

Sandry decided it was not worth chancing a skirt that had shrunk, she was better off putting her old trousers on, surely they could not be too bad?

They were quite bad. She may have underestimated how long ago they had fit her, but once they were past her knees she was committed to them. The dark grey material protested and she could see the stitching stretch, but slowly they rose up her legs until she grabbed the zip and tugged hard.

Zip and button just about fastened, Sandry tightened her tie, grabbed her bag, stepped into her shoes and set off.

Walking to school was nerve-wracking, but the more she walked the more she convinced herself that the material was easing and this might not be too bad.

Joining the crowd of students heading in to the building, Sandry had decided that today was actually going to be a good day.

She crossed the hallway to her locker, on the bottom row. Bending over to open the lock, she suddenly heard...