Katie enters school through the front doors
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Wet, Cold, Exposed, and Slightly Horny | Apparel and Items: Soaked White Lace Dress |
| Day, Time | Friday, Rainy Morning | |
| Need to Bathroom | Desperately Holding it in | |
| Level of Humiliation | Terrified of Being Seen in Her Transparent Dress | |
Katie couldn't be certain the back doors were unlocked, and so she opted for what was hopefully the lesser of two evils. She dashed around the fence, and started running across the cold, wet grass, her unfettered breasts bouncing wildly. Her nipples rasped against the wet material of her dress, and she could feel them hardening further. Even worse, she could feel a faint tingling in her loins from the friction on her nipples. Her bowels rumbled their displeasure at being jostled as she sprinted for the doors. What she saw when she looked up made her cringe.
The buses were pulling away from the curb, having deposited hundreds of students outside of the school. Thankfully, they were all far too concerned about getting out of the rain to notice the effectively-naked Katie sprinting through the rainstorm. Then the bells rang, signalling less than five minutes until the start of first period. Katie slowed to a walk as she stepped onto the rough asphalt of the parking lot, ensuring she would be the last one through the door.
As her bare feet hit cold, wet tile, Katie glanced at a nearby clock. She had four minutes until her first class, which was English. She couldn't afford to be tardy to class, as there was a major test today, one which she had to pass, but she was considering risking it in order to be clothed properly. She desperately needed to use the bathroom, and she really, really didn't want to be seen in her current state. She quickly ran through her options, limited as they were. There wasn't enough time to both use the bathroom and find clothing that was presentable, which limited her list. Either the lost and found or her gym clothes would at least give her some clothes, but she'd have to run the gauntlet of the halls, which were still pretty packed. She could go to the bathroom, and blow-dry her dress while she crapped. While it wouldn't completely dry her dress, it would at least be far less clingy and transparent, and she wouldn't have to worry about having an accident, either. Her last option was to just go to class, and pray for the best.
What does Katie do?
Stop by the bathroom to dry her dress and relieve herself
