3,2,6,6,4 (Actual random roll)

Originally Written by: Jealco on May 2nd 2017

The dice clattered around for a moment, and Donna couldn't help but hold her breath in anticipation. The pure randomness of how she was choosing her clothes excited her in a way that she couldn't replicate, even compared to stripping off in public!

As the dice settled, Donna could feel herself getting wet. This was going to be so...so...orgasmically fun she almost wanted to masturbate right then! Donna looked over the dice, and squealed in delight.

With 6's for underwear, all she'd have to wear was her cut-up T-shirt, cut-off shorts, and a pair of wedge heel slide sandals. She hurried to grab the clothes, and pull them on.

When she'd gone to cut the T-shirt, she'd actually debated for a bit. She'd had so many options, from cropping it so it barely covered her nipples, to slashing the neckline low. In the end, she'd chosen an extremely tight black shirt, and simply gone at it with a pair of scissors, randomly cutting the material. Now, looking at her handiwork, she couldn't help but be pleased.

Her tanned skin stood out through the various tears in the material, highlighted against the dark material. From the back, a few tears over her shoulder blades made it quite apparent she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. In front, she could clearly see the indentations from her hard nipples through the cotton. Even better was where a few of the tears had been placed. Her left nipple was precariously close to the edge of a diagonal split running from near her armpit almost to her navel, and another one ran almost straight between her nipples, off-center to the left, giving her a decent boob window. It also meant that there was about two inches of material, total, across her left nipple, which was all of a half inch from coming out of the diagonal tear. Her right breast was fairly well-covered from the front, but a somewhat longer split from just beneath her armpit to her waist meant she was showing a good bit of sideboob. Other tears gave tantalizing peeks at her stomach, back, and sides. The absolute best part, though, had been the faint tearing sounds she had heard when she pulled the shirt on. It was so tight that with one good stretch, she could easily make several of the splits run together! She'd just have to be very careful until the time was right, especially considering her unrestrained breasts might bounce enough to tear the shirt farther.

The shorts were tight, and they had to be, for she'd removed the waistband, and all that held them on was their tightness and their zipper. She'd cut the legs extremely high on the sides, leaving about an inch of frayed denim around her hips. They rode low on her hips, the top of the zipper a scant inch over her pubic mound. All that remained between her legs was the seam, which was almost guaranteed to dig into her cleft, and almost half her ass was exposed, too.

Donna slid her feet into her sandals, took a brief second to appreciate how they made her legs look longer, then grabbed her backpack and headed out the door.

Can she keep her shirt intact until she gets to school? Or does she accidentally(?) tear it beforehand?