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I waited until my father left for work Monday morning to get dressed. I had already tried on the two little pieces of clothing that I was forced to wear. But I had not worn them in public. I hadn't worn them at school.
I put the skirt on. It was no more revealing than the one that I wore on Friday, after I had rolled it up at the waist to shorten it. Actually, the new one fit pretty well. My father would have a fit if he saw me in it. It was very short. But it fit well and looked pretty good on me.
The problem was the chemise I would be wearing for a top. It was thin and silky and very pretty. If I had a boyfriend I would want him to see me in it. The cups were lacy. But they covered me. Although they gave the impression that they didn't. The problem is that it is so thin that my nipples are obvious. The straps are loose and there is no way to adjust them. The cups sagged enough that, under the right conditions, a large portion of my breast was displayed from the side.
Our school did not have a clear dress code. It only specified that a student could be sent home if their manner of dress was deemed outrageous or indecent or offensive. This outfit was skirting pretty close to all three.
As I had been doing since the beginning of this mess, I waited until the last minute and then rushed to school. The warning bell was ringing as I entered the building. I was able to make it to class on time because my locker is not far from the front door of the school and because my first class is not far from my locker.
I got a lot of strange looks because of my racy outfit. I didn't think that it was as bad as that first day when Jordan had shortened my dress with scissors in the girl's restroom. Actually, I believe it was harder on Rusty Maher, who sat beside me and stared at my left breast for the entire period. He had better hope that we aren't tested on anything that was said in class today.
I went to my locker after class and traded out books for my two upstairs classes. Jordan came by and looked at me. But she didn't say anything. I headed for the stairs and it wasn't until I was half way up the stairs that I got groped for the first time. I didn't even look to see who it was.
When I got to the second floor though, I heard Kyle's voice making cracks behind me. Kyle was going to be as big a problem as Jordan was if I didn't do something. I was in a hurry though and I tried to ignore him, until he grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alcove and tried to stick his hand up my skirt.
I slapped him and stepped back and as he looked at me with a look of pure hate I told him loudly that if he ever touched me again I would file rape charges against him.
He smirked and said, "Yeah, right, bitch. It's your word against mine. Since you're the school slut and all, which one of us do you think they are going to believe?"
"I think they'll believe me."
I spun around and saw Mr. Carson standing there with his arms crossed and a look of near fury on his face.
Kyle was instantly contrite.
Mr. Carson said, "I suggest that you offer Miss Kimble your apology, Kyle. Whether or not she accepts it is up to her. For my part, I cannot tolerate someone who sexually harasses a woman and I shall spend the day determining whether or not to have you expelled."
A huge crowd had gathered and Kyle was not very good at eating crow. But he knew he was on thin ice. He should recognize it. He had spent a lot of time on it during his school career.
"Sara," he said, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
I brushed by him without a word and stopped to say thank you to Mr. Carson before hurrying to my class. He nodded, but he lifted his eyebrows at my outfit.
I rushed off to my class, wondering what the odds were of Kyle catching me outside of school and causing me serious pain.
Nothing happened the rest of the morning. Not until I got cornered in homeroom where I usually went to relax during my lunch period.
Gary came in and stood behind me for a moment. He didn't touch me. Not yet. But I could feel someone standing there. I didn't know who it was until he said, "I'm glad Jordan picked that top. I like that one. You know why?"
I said, "No Gary. Why, because it's so thin?"
As far as I knew there was only one other student in the room this afternoon, Doug, from my History class. I hoped that he wasn't paying any attention, because I had a bad feeling about this.
"No," Gary said. "Because all I have to do is slide these little straps down and I can look at your tits."
That's what he did.
It was only about ten seconds later that Doug slugged him and he was lying on the floor, holding what appeared to be a bloody broken nose.
I hurriedly covered my breasts and stood up. I tried to push Doug out. I didn't want him getting into trouble over me. He didn't even seem to notice my efforts. His face was bright red and he looked furious.
"Doug," I said, in one of those loud whispers. You know the ones, when you want someone to listen, but don't want anyone to notice. Yeah, they never work.
Finally I punched his shoulder and he looked at me.
"Thank you, Doug. I very much appreciate that. But I am not worth getting in trouble over. Not anymore. You may be the only one in this building that hasn't noticed. Please, get out of here before someone comes in."
"Not again, Miss Kimble!"
I spun around and there in the door was Mr. Carson.
"Oh shit!" I muttered.
"Mr. Carson, please, I can explain," I pleaded with him. "It wasn't Doug's fault. He was defending me."
"You seem to be in need of a lot of that lately," he said sarcastically. "You don't suppose it has anything to do with the way you have begun dressing do you?"
He looked down at Gary, who was just now starting to struggle to his feet, and he said, "Young man, I suggest you report to the school nurse and have her look at that nose you injured when you stumbled into the door."
"Yes sir," Gary mumbled and rushed out.
Mr. Carson shut the door and ordered Doug and I to sit down. He turned the desk in front of us around and sat down with a look that plainly said he was losing his patience. It killed me that I was becoming a disappointment to one of my two favorite teachers. Well lately I guess I have been letting them all down.
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