Bloody Hell

So. Um.

I go to an all girl's school, right?




Well, I was in class today, and it was just me and a friend. The bell hadn't rung. Wasn't starting for another five minutes. And really? We're all girls. I'd just come out of the common room, where people change. I've changed in the common room before. It's not a big deal, you know?

So we were chatting, no one was coming in, and at one moment or another I have reason to say 'fuck, I hate this bra. I keep falling right out.' While reaching up to stick my hand down the front of my blouse to make, ahem, adjustments.

Now, at this moment, pretty much the only male in the entire school chooses to walk into the classroom. He is now officially traumatized.



Mr B, I am so, SO sorry.