R.E.D Getting Signatures

After posting up fliers Renee made her way to the student council receptionist room. A place made to have students make suggestions to the council, sign petitions, make donations, or leave money and grab items from fundraisers. Today Renee had used her power as student council president to try and help herself for once, but in a way that might appeal to many other students. Switching from a full uniform policy to a part time dress code policy or even full time. Allowing students to somewhat choose what they want to wear from day to day. Which, if Renee successfully buys a whole new wardrobe with the money she’s saved, she’d be able to wear regular clothes to school. Instead of her ever shrinking uniform choices. She was currently in her very last Junior year uniform that is already pretty tight on her curvy form. Her chest having grown a fair amount in a year, you could see the buttons straining. Same with her butt and legs and the effect she had on her skirt.

If things kept going as they were she’d end up being **** to wear her sophomore year uniforms. Her clothing going from tight fitting to slutty real quick. So she had to get the signatures for this dress code policy.

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*Click clack*

“No no no no” Renee whined as she tried to open the door to the reception area, only to find it locked. “I told that idiot to keep the door unlocked ugh” she said with a frown thinking of the ditzy vice president of hers. Only to be more frustrated to realize the cage to the window had been left open, meant to keep people from climbing through the sizable speaking hole and getting to the safe meant to hold fundraiser money or items. Soon however Renee had an idea. She could climb through or at least reach in halfway and unlock the door from the inside. Happy with her clever thinking she immediately tries it. And… it doesn't go well.

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“Ugh uh… There!” Renee cheers finally reaching over to unlock the door with the body halfway through the window hole.

“Now to… just ugh… get… out? No no ugh this can’t be happening” she complained realizing her blouse was caught. Bunching up so that she couldn’t move back anymore, and she could try to **** it but was afraid she’d just slip out of the garment. They had been “inexplicably” fragile recently. And worse she wasn’t exactly wearing a bra currently. Renee would rather not show how she kept her bright pink nipples from showing against the thin fabric of her blouse. So she instead tried forcing herself forward, but came to a similar problem with the waistband of the skirt getting caught and slipping down as she tried to move forward. Nearly exposing the top of her underwear. Another thing she’d rather no one see. Plus there was no guarantee that the underwear wouldn’t be dragged off her butt when she tried to **** her way forward.

So she was stuck at an impasse. Pull back and probably end up topless in the hallway or push forward and end up bottomless in the reception room, separated from her skirt and underwear. And with her luck in that time someone would just walk by and steal them. Leaving her trapped in the room wondering where to find cover for her round rump and virgin pussy.