Not yet

Immediately after opening the door and stumbling out into the hallway, Amira frantically looked in all directions to see if she was alone. At least for now, she was. However, she realized that she cannot hesitate so much. Time was a factor, and there was basically nowhere to hide anyway. So, she began running towards the general direction of the school gym.

While Amira had little trouble with her weight, she had absolutely no athletic ability. Even in perfect conditions, Amira was incapable of running for any prolonged amount of time. At best, she could keep up a light jog for a few minutes, but even this would wind her eventually. She never was put into situations where she had to sprint, as she never played sports or even practically tried hard in gym class. However, this was far from an ideal circumstance. Due to her state of dress, Amira’s heart was pounding profusely, which made it difficult to run. Despite only being in her bra and underwear, the large black boots remained on her feet, making it even more difficult to run. Finally, Amira could not commit herself to running in any fluid motion. She could not help but instinctively use her hands to cover her body in various ways. Her hands went from covering her ass, her vagina and her breasts in ineffective rotations. She could not help but stretch the back of her panties out, as they were running up her butt because of the running. All of these factors made it difficult for Amira to make efficient progress towards the gym. As she awkwardly ran down the hall, the cackling of her cumbersome, high-heeled boots reflected throughout the hallway, nullifying any sort of stealth Amira had. Halfway down the hallway, she could not help but close her eyes in apprehension. Once again, the floodgates in her mind opened and a torrent of thoughts sweeped through her mind.

“This can’t be happening this can’t be happening! Why did I keep these fucking boots on?! My hijab too, maybe I should just take it off, so I’m not recognized. But then I’ll feel more exposed. Shit is there someone behind me?! No, I can’t look back, just keep running. I’m about to pass out, but… must… keep going…”.

Racing down the hall, which seemed endless, Amira remained unseen, but certainly this luck wouldn't continue forever...