Tight shirt and skirt

Trisha sighed as she pulled the shirt over her head. She wore this since she felt the tightness wouldn't matter with her bra protecting her modesty. However, now her hard nipples stood proud and poked at the thin cotton, signaling to everyone which way her nipples pointed. The only consolation was thatvibwas was a dark green color, which meant it wasn't sheer enough to let any more details show through. Her skirt was fine, for the most part. She wore modest clothing, so her skirt reached her knees. The only problem was it was able to billow if she twirled or a strong enough gust of wind picked it up. Otherwise, she just had to deal with the foreign feeling of her bare skin contacting her outer clothes and the occasional breeze.

She had to run to her next class, as she was already late. She was thankful it was her last class of the day, History. The class was usually easy, with Ms. Barney assigning a chapter to read and questions from the book that they were to turn in for homework after collecting the previous day's assignment. This left Trisha the entire period to think about Shawna's proposition. She wanted her underwear back, but was it worth auditioning and even playing the lead in the school play? Even though it was true, and she did need any extracurricular activities she could find.

Trisha wrote her assignment down and tried to finish it before class ended, as she did every day. But, she couldn't help thinking the play wouldn't be so bad. It might even be easy, once she got over her anxiety. She didn't even know if she got stage fright or not. Her logical mind was winning. She knew she couldn't turn it down outright without at least giving it a try. Plus, getting her underwear back at the end would be an extra prize for overcoming one of her fears. However her realistic part finger mind told her that she wasn't ready, and would likely be a laughingstock for even trying.