Yes

The shirt had been a blessing, but not completely. The white shirt bore the logo of some beach shack on it, and her lack of a bra was easily noticeable against the strained material. The hem of the shirt barely reached her stomach, almost making it resemble a halter top. But nonetheless, she was clothed.

Her bottoms had a similar issue, in that the waistband of the light blue athletic shorts seemed tighter than Anna’s own pair, and it took multiple great heaves to bring them over her rear end.

Anna finally had some form of modesty regained, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She walked to the front desk (carefully crossing her arms across her breasts to conceal her nipples from view) and politely explained her situation to the front desk girl. Anna was relieved to hear that some woman had turned in a towel, sports bra, panties, and locker key a little over a half hour prior, after finding them scattered on the floor of the women’s shower room. After proving the items were her own, she returned to the locker and retrieved her bag, and pulled out her car keys.

Anna didn’t bother changing when she got her bag back, but regretted it upon returning to her car. The tight construction of the shorts felt like it was burning a ring into her waist. She decided that she would drive home bottomless, reasoning that the darkening sky and car doors would conceal anything below her shirt.

Other than a few unexplained honks on the interstate, Anna was sure she hadn’t been seen the whole half hour it took to return home. As soon as she’d shut her garage, Anna pulled the shirt over her head, and breathed a sigh of relief.