You giggle as you begin you squeeze the skirt on and look into the mirror to notice how it barely covers your ass cheeks and smile broadly. You slip your shoes on and head down the stairs and get to the front door before your parents approach you.
"What are you wearing..?" your dad says with a pained expression.
Your mother hushes him and tells him about style, to which you leave rapidly and grab your bike, hearing his shouts to come back.
You take a break and ride down to school, your skirt being lifted up the entire time, blushing at how skimpy your panties actually looked and reminded you of a thong.
When you get to school, you get a few wolf whistles in your direction and head over to your friends you just stare at your skirt but don't say anything. You idly chat with them for awhile until you get the urge to go to the bathroom. Just as you were about to tell them you were leaving, the bell rings. They drag you to class, without letting you go and you're forced to hold it in.
When you get to your first period, your teacher scolds you all for being late and you rush to your seat.
Halfway into the lesson the urge to go again comes and you cannot bear to hold it back.
You think about holding it in, but your teacher usually ignores you, much to your classmates' chagrin. What to do.. what to do... |