Worse for Wear

The bathroom was luckily empty as she felt her feet took the cool tile floor to remind her how naked she was. She saw her reflection and she was horrified to see what had become to her. Her shirt had stretched so now it hung down and revealed her cleavage that had been hidden before. Her bare shoulder revealed that she was lacking any straps of cami or bra so her nudity was now even more apparent. Her ass had hand prints and pinch marks from those that groped her while she was trying to get to class. Brandi was struggling on just staying in the bathroom but she fixed her disheveled hair and decided to fix her shirt to at least cover one shoulder despite it exposing a lot of her right boob flesh in the process.

She took one final breath as she said to her reflection, “Get the test done and get back home.” She went for the door and peeked out to see an empty hallway before leaving the safety of the bathroom. She left the bathroom cautiously and was peeking around the corner as the door closed on her ass as it made her jump. The handle of the door grabbed ahold of her shirt and heard an ear splitting sound of tearing fabric. “Oh no…” was all she could say as she freed her shirt from the mischievous handle.

She looked down and saw the bottom seam had split right up her arm pit and stopped about halfway up to expose the underside of her left boob. The shirt was barely a shirt at this point and Brandi weighed her options about how to proceed forward with going to class with how exposed her boobs were as well still being completely bottomless.