Yes!

She really couldn’t afford to wait any longer, nor could she stand being ogled at by everyone backstage. After hurrying a flurry of thanks to Melissa, she started to run out to the court. It took three steps before she immediately resorted to a jog instead, the run nearly tossing both of her breasts out of her top and making her butt bounce enough she could actually feel the ripple of it.

Not that the jog was any less dignified. With no bra to corral them, her boobs were having a field day in the poor excuse of a shirt she was stuffed into, glitter flying all over the place with each step. People were staring, really staring, eyes glued to her chest and then her rear as she went past them. Victoria was thankful she had no idea what that view was like, although she could already feel the tiny shorts riding up. At least this meant no one was paying much attention to her messy hair?

There was no stopping her thighs from rubbing together, which, combined with the growing wedgie, made her trot out there a bit awkward as she tried to adjust herself with her hips so that the full gymnasium wouldn’t see her pawing at herself like an animal. And it really was full, every seat packed and likely looking at her as she finally made it to the center of the court.

Breanna didn’t look at her with any surprise once they were side by side, which was a bit suspicious but Victoria ignored it for now. Victoria leaned down to get in the petite woman’s ear, lowering her voice to a whisper so the microphone didn’t pick up on it while the crowd cheered at her arrival. “We need to talk about the ‘uniform’ you left me.”

“Uhh, yeah we do, you look hot as hell, girl, like wow,” Breanna replied, thankfully whispering back. Breanna’s eyes had barely managed to pull away from Victoria’s shirt to look at her.

Victoria blinked a few times. That was not the response she expected. “Do you really think this is the best idea for a collegiate charity event?”

“I think it’s important for the women here to see a star like you excel no matter what you’re wearing. Honestly, it’s a fairly big issue in women’s sports for athletes to have to wear clothes that might not be comfortable all for the sake of appearance.”

“… so wouldn’t it make more sense for me to show how athletes can play AND be comfortable?”

Breanna fanned her hand in dismissal, accidentally, Victoria hoped, smacking Victoria in the left boob in the process, glitter all over the back of her hand. “We’re still a ways out of being able to afford actual comfortable uniforms making do with what he have is what we’re all about.”

Before Victoria could launch into another rebuttal, Breanna raised the microphone and shouted to the crowd. “Who’s ready to see a superstar in action!”

The gymnasium erupted, cheers and claps and feet stomping the bleachers in excitement. The conversation about appropriate athletic wear would ultimately have to wait. Victoria swallowed, really hoping she didn’t look as exposed as she felt. She reached for the microphone only for Breanna to blow a whistle and for a basketball to come flying at her from the sidelines instead. It hit her square in the chest as she caught it, half the ball covered in sparkly whites and golds. She dribbled a bit to collect her thoughts and get some of that glitter off. It only took a few seconds of seeing the ogling faces in the crowd for her to stare at the hoop instead. As long as she didn’t make a fool of herself, this wouldn’t be all too bad.