The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... words. There were still some black markings sticking out, but the fact that they were text was mostly obstructed. Still, the markings below her stomach still drew a lot of attention to her body.

"And here's your shirt." Ivy held the garment in two hands, the sorry fabric looking like tattered shreds as a large segment of it hung loose.

And with a fast, flinging motion, she ripped the lower section from the top.

"Oops." Was all she said as she turned around and walked out the door, taking the strip of grey shirt with her.

Sylvia held up what little of a top she had remaining. It was basically just two loops around her armpits that connected above her diaphragm. She slid the cloth over her head and looked in the mirror, the bottoms of her breasts clearly visible.

As a test, she held both arms in the air, which caused her nipples to peek out from the coverage. Not that the thin fabric was really doing much to cover it before.

And of course, raising her arms like that caused the shorts to slip down, almost revealing Ivy's name. Sylvia ran a bit of water onto her hands and scrubbed at her stomach.

No luck, the marker wasn't even smudged.

She saw that the shoes still remained and slipped them on, grabbing her phone from the ground and walking out of the bathroom like a prisoner on death row. She may as well have been dead.

Classes would let out in just a few minutes, and students would all be able to see her humiliating attire. Somehow, the markings ...

... made her feel even more naked than actual nudity, but she still felt glad for what little coverage she had.

She had to keep her arms crossed in a V shape to not only cover the text, but keep her breasts from spilling out, too. It wasn't a perfect method, but she had very few options available to her.

Sylvia didn't bother going back to class. She simply walked out to the parking lot and waited near Monica's car. A few cars seemed to slow down as they saw her walking along the side of the road, but she ignored them - or at least tried to.

She sat down on the ground, her legs together with her head buried in her knees as she waited for her friend to arrive. The car provided her with a little bit of protection, and the view she gave wasn't very considerable so she felt, for a moment, like nobody was looking at her.

After a few minutes of rest, she heard footsteps approaching.

"Oh man," Monica's voice was low. "You look terrible."

"I feel terrible." Sylvia replied, standing up.

Monica's eyes immediately went to the text on her stomach, then quickly glanced back up. But Sylvia could tell what she was thinking.

"Don't worry. It's basically over at this point." Monica tried to sound reassuring. "I'll just drive you home and then... uh oh."

"What?" Sylvia asked.

Monica didn't answer, she simply dug through her bag, then pat down her pockets.

"Oh no. Oh no." She whined as she started tossing trash from her bag onto the ground.

"What? What?" Sylvia ...