Paper underwear

Only bringing two sheets of paper with her that day, Karen returned to the prison, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. She went up to the receptionist again, gave her name and agency, and was then sent through to the same room as before.

Her cheeks coloured just from walking through the door.

"Miss Page," the same guard as yesterday stood when she came in. "The same prisoner?"

Karen nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She faltered, still hoping they wouldn't ask-

"Well, you know what you have to do," the guard said.

Fuck. She put her two sheets of paper down on the table, then nervously pulled off her shoes. She looked up, half-hoping that would be enough, but of course it wasn't.

Cheeks burning, Karen once more pulled her dress over her head, leaving it atop her shoes. Flustered, she turned to face the guard.

"Happy?" she said.

Now she was left in what might, charitably, be called underwear. She still shivered to wear it. She, Foggy and Matt had spent the last part of a humiliating afternoon putting together something that would fit her.

It was simple, as it had to be, but it was at least significantly better than being stark naked again, and being made of paper it was composed of something they evidently didn't deem dangerous enough to ban from the meeting room.

Though better than being naked wasn't saying much. It was little more than two bands of paper taped together, one tight around her tits, covering her nipples at least but not even going far enough to hide the curve of the underside.

And then there was a smaller band over her ass, with two loose sheets of paper over the front and back, hiding her ass and her pussy from a straightforward view at least, though she could still feel the air.

She squirmed on the spot. Better than being naked, but worse than even just being in her bra and panties. It felt like she was just drawing more attention to her.

"Uh- I... guess that's fine, Miss Page," the guard said.

She flushed crimson, but nodded, picking up her documents again.

Awkwardly she followed him to Frank's room, not feeling nearly as comfortable about the plan to maintain her modesty as she should have. For god's sake, she was wearing just paper! She was in a prison and wearing what barely qualified as a bikini, made out of paper!

She nervously smiled when the door opened, and she saw Frank. She once more hurried to sit on the bolted down chair, shuffling forwards, well aware that her pussy was even more exposed when she sat down.

Oh god. Ok. just get through this.

Karen shifted, began talking-

And then heard the distinct sound of paper tearing.