I opened the locker and found my new clothes, which consisted of a pair of black jeans and a short sleeve shirt, as well as a cotton bra and a pair of sneakers, but there were no socks.
"This will not be too bad, at least it is pants," I said to myself as I started to undress. Ah, the rock, it is here too, I am going to get dressed and get out of here. I tried, and after some effort, was finally able to peel the tank top off of me. Then, I had to work just as hard to peel the shorts off of me, uncovering a very tiny thong, no wonder why I felt like I had a wedgie the entire time I was wearing those shorts.
I removed the bra, after a bit of a struggle and finally figured out how to get the other bra on. I was lucky that both were front clasp bras, so I did not have to master the behind the back trick just yet, and if the wishing went well, I would never need too.
