Get ready for school

Well, what else can you do? Defying Peter is a risk you just can't take. You're fairly sure your parents would side more with you than him on this one, but seeing him get some slap-on-the-wrist punishment just wouldn't be worth him following through on his threat. You need your brother's cum, like it or not - and like it you most certainly do not.

Still naked and uncomfortably plugged, you sort through your closet. Every article of clothing you own is tiny and flimsy to a ridiculous degree. Do you even have anything long enough to cover this thing on your groin? It's a joke by the universe that your flesh is consistently free and bare, and yet you feel imprisoned by your wardrobe. This disease rules every aspect of your life, from what you can wear to the simple freedom to turn down sex. You blink away tears. No use falling into that spiral now. You've pretty much got a handle on the existential depression that used to plague 90% of the female population, the first few years after the whore virus reached the epidemic stage. The pills help with that.

The expression on your face is one of mild despair as you hold up two pieces of fabric - one in each hand, pinched between your pointer finger and your thumb. This is the least revealing outfit you have.

The shirt is a subtle yellow tank-top. It's absurdly tight across your teen tits, and thin enough that your nipples poke through the fabric even when they aren't stiff. It stops just above your belly button, and the spaghetti straps loop over your shoulders loosely. Practically speaking, it's held up more by your chest than your shoulders.

The skirt is better, but only marginally. Ten years ago, it would have been a little too short for public school. Now, it's scandalously long, reaching all the way down to three inches above your knees. Its only saving grace is that it's incredibly tight, even moreso than your shirt. The black spandex conforms to your womanly hips closer than skintight; the material digs into your body at your thighs and lower abdomen hard enough that your flesh spills over it slightly. You can barely breathe in this thing, let alone spread your legs far enough to walk comfortably.

Looking at yourself in the mirror wearing these items, you realize - from a certain angle - the outfit is tight enough to make you look fat. And if the boys at school feel the same way, that would be a **** sentence nearly as bad as them finding out you're wearing a chastity plug. You work hard to maintain this body - it's literally life or ****, after all - and you frown slightly at the way a simple change of clothes can undo all of that. Well, not undo, really. You still enjoy the health benefits of a regular diet and exercise. But it's not really the health benefits you're after, at least not directly. Suddenly, you're not so sure about this. Would it better to wear a skimpier outfit and just try your hardest to hide what's under the skirt? You cast an eye back towards your closet.

You could wear something a little more traditional. A sheer, tie-off blouse, barely wide enough to knot it closed between your breasts. A pleated schoolgirl skirt, bright pink and flared at the hips to draw as much attention as possible. Maybe you'd put on some thigh-highs or a garter belt for that extra bit of coverage while still looking sexy. It would be much more difficult, but not impossible (you hope) to hide your predicament in an outfit like that. But at least your reputation wouldn't take a blow. Unless you were found out.

You're not sure which would be worse in the long run - the school thinking you like wearing chastity plugs, or the school thinking you're fat and/or unattractive. You're already risking being seen as a prude since you'll have to deny access to your lower holes all day. The urge to cry rises within you again. God damn you, Peter!