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By the time I make it out of the shop, something seems off. I come to the horrible realisation that the waistband doesn't feel half way up my butt any more. It's maybe a quarter of the way up. Thinking I maybe put them on wrong, I try to discreetly tug them up and find that there's no more material to tug. I duck into an alley and confirm that the situation is the same on the front. Pretty as they are, these more expensive 'next model up' panties have about half as much material in them. Either I let them sit naturally, and you can actually see the top of my pussy peaking out, or I tug them up to cover my slit and create the mother of all cameltoes, which is far more uncomfortable.
"Calm down Junko, you're getting a more expensive product for free, and they're still the nicest pair of panties you own, it's probably fine. And anything else I could have bought wouldn't have matched my bra." I think to myself. Now, I've got some money left over, so I could stop by a fast food place on the way back (I'm pretty hungry, having skipped breakfast, so an early lunch wouldn't go amiss.), which has the advantage of meaning I have more time at lunch to check out clubs. I noticed on the main timetable of the staff room that most clubs are demonstrating at lunch this week. Or I could head straight to school and have lunch in the cafeteria. Maybe someone interesting will be there.
PROMPT:
A) Eat out. Check out clubs during lunch.
B) Eat in school.
Picture: While technically not ENF since she's clearly not embarrassed, those panties are similar in cut to what we're now wearing.
