Note: everyone is 18 years old or older.
Today is the first day of Maria's Senior year; she stands in front of her bedroom mirror and takes a moment to admire her reflection, something she has rarely done in the past. Maria's figure has blossomed over the last few years, especially this summer break. She was 18 and now felt like an adult.
Her body has developed in the right places, and she now boasts a curvaceous silhouette that she's still getting used to. Her button-up white blouse school uniform did not fit as it used to, as her now C-cup breasts were no longer easily hidden.
She adjusts her now tight-fitting pants, suddenly self-conscious about how they hug her curves. She can't deny that her shapely figure looks good despite her reservations. She takes a deep breath and contemplates rummaging through her closet to find something else to wear. Still, then she remembers all her other uniforms were in the wash. "Great timing," she mumbled to herself.
She reached down to pick up her book bag, when
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked in the mirror at her behind in shock to see a large tear down the back of her pants, exposing her red panties. Panic set in as she contemplated what to do. She couldn't call in sick on the first day of school. What would her teachers say? How would that look on her college applications? What would her mom say? She was way too strict to accept that, especially after seeing her healthy this morning before she left for work.
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a solution. She found herself gazing at her closet, and there it was, hanging all alone - the last remaining piece of school uniform she had from her sophomore year, a skirt. She had sworn off skirts a few years back, vowing to get by on her brains, not looks. She jested how well that worked out.
However, she was desperate, and her best friend Adam was almost here to take her to school. In a hurry, she peeled off the damaged pants and quickly pulled on the skirt. There was no better solution. She shrugged, and before she could look in the mirror, Adam's car horn beeped, and she knew she had to hurry. She grabbed her backpack and hurriedly dashed down the stairs.
Now sitting in Adam's car, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a playful grin, "Nice skirt," he quipped.
Blushing, Maria explained the wardrobe malfunction, and Adam chuckled sympathetically. "Well, it's a good thing you had something else to wear," he teased.
Maria's cheeks flushed, but she managed a smile.
As Maria and Adam stepped out of the car and walked towards the school entrance, Maria couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Some students' eyes seemed to linger on them, and she asked Adam, "Why is everyone staring at us?"
Adam chuckled and replied, "They're not staring at us, Maria. Trust me; they're staring at you."
Maria shook her head, dismissing the idea, "Nah, I don't think so."
But as they walked, she couldn't ignore the murmurs and glances she received from some of their classmates. Suddenly, someone from a distance yelled out, "Hey, Adam, who's the hot chicka?" Maria turned around, only to be taken aback when the person quickly apologized and said, "Sorry, Maria didn't recognize you. But hey, you're looking hot!"
Maria blushed, feeling both embarrassed and flattered by the comment. She wasn't used to such attention, especially not for her appearance. As they continued walking, a few more catcalls and whistles followed, making her feel increasingly uneasy but slightly intrigued.
The situation escalated when a jerk slapped her butt without warning as they approached the lockers. Maria gasped, feeling violated, and turned to confront the guy. Adam stepped in, giving the offender a stern look and ensuring he moved on without further incident.
"That guy's a jerk," Adam muttered, his protective instincts kicking in.
Maria straightened her back, trying to regain her composure, and replied, "Yeah, he is. Thanks for stepping in."
Inside, she was feeling a mix of emotions. The unwanted attention made her uncomfortable, but a tiny part of her secretly enjoyed the newfound appreciation for her appearance. After years of trying to hide, it was an entirely new experience to be noticed in this way.
The morning continued with Maria trying to focus on her studies in her first class. Fortunately, she found solace in a desk in the corner where nobody could easily see her skirt. She kept to herself, silently learning, but her mind was preoccupied.
As she made her way to her locker after class, the catcalls persisted, and one insensitive individual even took a photo of her ass. Irritated by the unwarranted attention, Maria felt a mix of annoyance and a strange sense of validation from the compliments. She knew deep down that she shouldn't enjoy it, but part of her couldn't help but feel flattered. Maybe she liked the attention?
Just as she was heading towards her second period, Mr. Jones, the Chemistry teacher, intercepted her. Disapprovingly, he said, "I don't know if that uniform meets regulation. Into my classroom, now!"
The students around her snickered, and Maria's heart sank. She had heard stories about Mr. Jones's misogynistic behavior and feared the worst. Even if he was kind of handsome. As she followed him towards his office, she tried to keep her composure, even though the situation felt unfair and embarrassing.
As Maria tentatively entered the classroom, Mr. Jones locked the door, and she gulped. "So, Maria, it's Senior year, and I get it. You've spent years being a shy wallflower." Mr. Jones looked her up and down with a gleam in his eye. "Now, you've filled out. You are hot, and you want everyone to know you are a slut. I get it. However, there are rules here, and that skirt pushes them."
Maria couldn't believe the way she was being talked to. She wasn't a slut; she was a virgin and had only kissed one boy. It was an accident! "Mr. Jones, that's not true... My pants split right before school, and I had no other uniform."
"Save it, Maria. Now stand over there." He motioned for her to stand before the whiteboard and took out a camera. He started taking pictures, asking her to turn around and pose from various angles. "Evidence," he said.
After that humiliation, he then brought out a ruler. "Now, let's see how bad it is. The rules say your skirt can't be two inches above the knee." He started to measure and looked disapprovingly. "Maria, your skirt is three and a quarter inches above the knee! Tsk tsk. You are violating the school rules, which is detention or maybe worse. Is dressing like a slut worth it, Maria?"
"Mr. Jones, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen again, but please. It will go on my record. It would hurt my chances for College!"
"I'm sorry, Maria, but rules are rules, and I must call your mother."
"Mr. Jones, no. Please! My mom will kill me if I get in trouble!" She pleaded. Maria was distraught; she just couldn't get detention or a suspension. It would ruin her life!
