Using her bra, she mostly fixes her skirt, but she damages her shirt

Thanks to ewong for inspiring this chapter

She decided her best option at this point was to make a belt out of her bra. She was going to have to get stark naked in the library for a while, but she would just have to deal with it. She looked around, slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, then put her shirt back on. She managed to rip the elastic from her bra and make it into a belt, which she threaded it through her skirt’s belt loops, and clasped it at the back, where her zipper used to be. However, without a zipper, it still did not hold the rear shut. What was she going to do?

She realized if she turned her skirt so the rear was facing the side, she would have full butt coverage. The only problem was, the shape of her pelvic bone made the gap slide open wider. It exposed her left leg all the way up to her torso. It was not ideal, but it was still better than mooning everyone.

Just as it looked like she had her problems under control, she felt something poking her again. This time, it was inside the front of her shirt. With annoyance, she gripped her collar, spread it open, and peered down into her cleavage to see if she could tell what the problem was.

At just that moment, a sudden noise startled her. Her evolutionary instincts took over, and she jerked her arms back to get into a fighting stance. Unfortunately, she was still grasping her collar at the time. When her arms shot out, her shirt pulled apart from the collar down. As it spread open, every button shot off.

She was left standing there with her shirt spread wide, exposing her entire chest underneath. (On the plus side, the irritation stopped. It must have been one of the buttons poking her in the chest where it was usually padded by her bra.) She flushed with embarrassment and frustration. She pulled the sides of her damaged shirt together and tried to keep them in place. However, no matter how she adjusted her stance, every time she let go, it would spread completely open again.

She had the idea to tie her shirt under her breasts. What else could she do? However, that exposed her entire midriff, and left the top of the shirt spread open to reveal an ample amount cleavage. Plus, since part of her skirt was basically nothing more than a belt, her left side was exposed from the top of her calf-high sock, all the way up her leg and torso, with only a few inches of shirt between bare skin and her armpit. She blushed to realize she looked like one of those slutty schoolgirl costumes, but sluttier.