Uniform Alterations

Since she had started to develop after she made it onto the cheer squad, her uniform was constantly in need of alterations. Her family didn't place much stock in cheerleading, only letting Beth explore her own extracurricular activities as long as it didn't interfere with schoolwork. Or in this case, they didn't think her developing body was worth spending a hundred dollars for a new uniform. So, it was late last night that she realized both her bust and hips had grown enough that her uniform had to be altered.

So, she got out her spare thread and powered up her sewing machine and got to work. She had gotten tired of reinforcing the seams just to rip them out again, so with each new alteration, she had gotten sloppier and sloppier. Not to mention the fact that she was running out of fabric to be let out. She checked the stitching to see if it would hold, and if the seams would remain closed when strained. She didn't put it on yet, but hoped it would be fine. She needed it to be perfect for the pep rally later that day.

She hung it inside a garment bag and zipped it up before glancing at the clock. Doing a double take, she realized she had wasted too much time, and she had to be at the bus stop in five minutes! She pulled on the first pair of panties she got her hands on, and went for a bra when she remembered that she needed a sports bra. She hadn't needed one until recently, and still hadn't bought one. She would have to ask her coach to borrow one. For now, she pulled on a tight tank top which she wore a loose blouse over. Unfortunately, she couldn't button it up due to her bust. She was about to run out the door when she remembered to wear something below her waist. She pulled on her loosest skirt, which still hugged her hips, but she was covered.

She grabbed the uniform and put on her backpack before running to catch her bus. A few steps from the house, she felt an odd discomfort between her legs. Her panties had gotten tighter due to her growing curves, and now the gusset of her panties were getting wedged into her most sensitive spot. As she ran toward the bus stop, the movement from her legs was transferred to her panties, and rubbed her between her legs in the right/wrong way. She arrived at the bus stop, out of breath for more than one reason. She wanted to adjust her underwear, but saw more students coming, so she couldn't let them see her reach under her skirt. As she caught her breath, she realized just how tight the tank top was, feeling the fabric rub against her nipples with each breath. She then thought about the breasts themselves. Without a bra, she knew they were bouncing and swinging everywhere as she ran. The faint pain in her chest told her that.

Soon, the bus arrived, and Beth stepped onto it. She found a seat near the back and contemplated what to do about her situation.