Arriving at school, Zoe was thankful to note she would beat the last bell and not be late after all; the last thin she needed was to be singled out by the teacher, especially in her new shoes.
She click, click, clicked her way down the hallway to her locker. None of her friends were hanging around (thank God), but she did notice a few of the football players on her way. Normally she wouldn't even notice them, lost her in own self-confidence, but today they made her feel uncomfortable. They were leering at her.
She quickly spun her combination and opened her locker. She grabbed her books and gave herself a quick glance in the mirror on the locker door.
"What the fuck."
The black corsett-top that had adorned her upper body earlier was gone. Not that she was naked, but instead she was wearing a red, form-fitted crop top. It seemed (to her) to be a size too small, the way it grabbed her breasts and formed stupendous mounds of cleavage. Not only was it something she would never wear, but it looked bizzare with her black fishnet gloves and her long black skirt.
Now, however, she realized why the boys in the hall had been leering at her. She wanted to cover herself up, but had nothing with her to do the job. She could go home to change, but that would make her late for class. Zoe, frightened by this turn of events, decided to...
