To school for a field trip you completely forgot about. Oops

Well duh, it was a school day so of course I drove to the school, being extra cautious about breaking any laws. The last thing I wanted was to get pulled over by a cop while dressed like this. It was bad enough that people at school would see me like this.

Thank goodness none of us had a first period class, otherwise the entire school would see me. As it was, I'd have to try and rush to my locker to pick up my spare clothes. If I wanted to change, that is.

"Oh look, the bus is here already. I guess you made us late with all your primping, sis," Lucy commented, and I nearly smashed into a car as I swerved into a parking lot.

"The trip's today?" I asked faintly. Why I bothered I don't even know. The big ugly bus was idling straight ahead of my car, between us and the school. I could tell that it was already packed, and I could see three adults consulting clipboards outside of it.

"Yup. You did get the permission slip filled out, right? If you didn't you'll be spending a whole day with your favorite teacher," Jessica smirked, referring to the ugly Mr. Snell. A dour old man convinced he should be a university teacher, he alternated between history class and art, of all things. We'd hated each other the first time we met, and now he was one of two teachers standing between me and my graduation.

"Well I got mine filled out," Jessica continued, hopping out of the car and carelessly slamming the door.

"Me too," Lucy said, following suit.

Did I mention that we all are in the same grade? You see, Lucy is actually my step-sister. She'd be in the year before me if I hadn't failed a couple of classes through a series of unfortunate events - aka parties.

"Ashley tried to get my dad to sign it, but from what I hear it was rough going. She'd just flunked another test," Lucy told Jessica. I wish she hadn't, but Jessica knew I hated the two classes I had. And the two teachers. One of which was impatiently gesturing for us to hurry. "My dad believes in firm discipline. I bet he spanked her. Hard."

"I... I don't... I mean, I should..." you wave down at yourself, hands up over the bottoms of your breasts, that half an inch of exposed boob feeling like a foot.

"Stop playing with your tits, Ash. I know for a fact that more than a few of the guys on that bus have seen them," Jessica snickered, reaching in and pulling your hand away from your breast. You shifted the other arm to cover both breasts.

"Now now. You chose to come out like this. I bet you remembered this all along. Otherwise you'd have put on the school uniform," Lucy said.

"Out. Now," Jessica demanded, popping open the door. Without thinking I swung my legs out and stood, realizing what I'd done only after the door closed behind me.

"Good girl," Lucy cooed. "Here's your reward."

"Rewar... ack!" I jumped, which just gave Lucy more leverage to yank up on the shorts. I definitely heard a rip this time as the seam embedded itself between my pussy lips. In my distracted state they dragged me forward, standing a little in front of me like honor guards.

Half-way to the bus my body was quivering, my legs wanting to turn me around to run, but the two girls each had a firm grasp of my hands and marched me relentlessly forward. I couldn't even look down for fear of what I'd see. Was I really showing as much skin as I thought I was? Had the impromptu wedgie **** the seam up past my lips? I've always had large lips - meat flaps I've heard boys call them - and the thought of one of them popping out from the shorts had me shuddering a little in anticip... horror.

"Forms," one of the adults demanded, and I winced a little to see that it was that horrid Cyndi's father.

"Here's mine," Lucy said, handing hers over.

"And mine," Jessica echoed.

The two stayed in front of me as the man turned his gaze toward me. With Lucy and Jessica shielding me he couldn't see the full sluttiness of my outfit, but he could see enough to make him leer. "I see you took the dress code exception for field trips to heart. Form?"