Take the bra off and go topless under the apron.

(chapter originally by doragom333 on writing.com)

The worn-out straps had to go, but that was no reason to destroy an otherwise perfectly fine bra. Looking at the problem logically, Rise knew what needed to be done.

Rushing back to her room one more time, Rise slipped off the apron, took off her bra, put the apron back on, and returned to the work counter. She felt excited and nervous, standing there wearing nothing but the apron and her panties, a fact which she just realized.

"Oh my gosh, what am I doing?" she gasped, turning red, suddenly aware of just how little she was wearing. She had wanted to put a little more of her provocativeness into her everyday life, but this was going overboard!

Or was it? she wondered, looking down at her front. The apron was as smooth and solid as ever, and the amount of coverage was just the same as before. The only difference anyone would see now was that there was no longer the bright orange strap of her bra across the middle of her now bare back. And with the shoulder straps were no longer getting in the way of her shoulders, her arms were free to move comfortably. What was a few extra inches of skin between her shoulder blades anyways?

"Yeah, this is fine," Rise grinned, rocking back and forth on her feet, welling with anticipation. She was all dressed up, or underdressed, as the case was, and felt comfortable enough like this on her own. Now all that was needed was for a customer or someone to show up so that she could test this out for real. Would it all go smoothly? Would she **** once someone actually showed up? Would this truly help the conflict of her two lifestyles?

Rise only had a little time to think these questions over, however, as soon enough-