Waking up early

The alarm clock woke Renee shortly after the first rays of sunlight touched the horizon. She got up, took a hot shower, and got dressed, only after getting dressed did she notice her choice of clothes. A comfortable sports bra that kept her bust much more contained, a simple blue button-down shirt, boxers, sports shorts under simple fabric pants, and boots. None of those clothes were in her wardrobe that she remembered, in fact she had never worn boots like those before, they looked more like work boots. She assumed it had been a gift from her new benefactor in view of the eventual lack of clothes in her wardrobe as time went by. When she went downstairs she didn't waste much time talking, she was hungry, she made coffee and drank it all in a few gulps, ate the pancakes her mother had made with extraordinary enthusiasm and walked to school relatively early.

The walk to school was a moment of simple and welcoming happiness that was interrupted by the sudden glances of her classmates when she entered. By this point, everyone had already realized that the public records of the redhead's adventures had disappeared. Some blamed hackers and secret organizations, others pointed to censorship policies at big tech companies, but everyone somehow seemed to believe that the production of "new materials" from the **** Redhead was only a matter of time.

Renee was calmly adjusting the material in her locker when two agile hands grabbed the fabric of her pants without disturbing the redhead and pulled them down. Tracy Cunningham was preparing to restart the cycle of humiliations that many desperately awaited. However, this time, the pants didn't give way. Renee noticed how a tug made the waistband of her pants cling even more tightly to where they were, finally noticing a small leather belt on the pants that had been hidden by her blouse, to her luck and Tracy's frustration.