My bra-slip was a gift from my mom for my fifteenth birthday. I was becoming a full-figured girl, and a lot of the bras I already had had such little straps that they cut into my shoulders by the end of the day. The bra-slip had nice wide straps, yet still provided enough support to keep me looking and feeling somewhat modest. The only problem, if you could call it that, was I had to wear it with a skirt or dress, but I liked wearing skirts and dresses except on the coldest days.
For Christmas that year, my cousin Ginger gave me a skirt suit?a knee-length skirt, blouse and jacket. I wore it to school with boots when we came back from our vacation. I had my bra-slip on underneath. Although it was the third of January, the weather was unusually warm, and I was afraid I would get too hot, so I brought along a pair of shorts to change into. I forgot that I couldn't wear shorts with my bra-slip. Well, I could tuck the slip into the shorts, but it was kind of long and I was afraid it would hang out and look weird.
I went to the bathroom during my snack bread after second period. I took off my pantyhose, which I didn't need to wear with a knee-length skirt on a warm day--when I realized I had a problem. My pantyhose had attached panties, so I wasn't wearing any underwear. If I took them off, there would be nothing between my butt and the outside except my bra-slip and my skirt. I then remembered the shorts, and decided to wear them under the skirt and bra-slip until I went home at lunch time, when I could change into other clothes.
We had a fire drill just before lunch--actually, it was a false alarm. Somebody was smoking in the boys' can, so our lunch break started about ten minutes late. I only had time to grab a bite to eat when I got home. I found a pair of bikini briefs in my dresser, and quickly slipped into them before heading back to school.
My boots were not good walking or running shoes, so the bell was ringing just as I got to my first afternoon class. One of my friends, Marlene, whispered to me, "Denise, your slip is showing!" as I took out my algebra book. I tried to adjust my skirt, but my slip showed even more, so I sat tight during the rest of algebra class.
My last class, home ec, was on the opposite side of the school, so I didn't have time to go to the bathroom and make any adjustments. Fortunately, I was able to keep my skirt from riding up even more, so only the little lacy hem of the slip showed for most of the class. A couple of the freshman boys in the class snickered a lot; I know I gave them a cheap thrill. Whatever.
I usually changed out of my school clothes when I got home so that I could feed my dog and clean up the house or the yard, but Carol, one of my cousins, was going back to New York and I wanted to see her off at the airport. We got to goof around awhile after she checked in because her flight was delayed. Grandpa and Aunt Liza told us not to get lost, as the flight would be boarding within the hour. We looked in at a lot of the gift shops and had a bite to eat. Finally, Carol said to me, "You know your slip is showing?"
We went to the ladies' room to try and fix things. I twisted this way and that, first to straighten out the bra-slip, then to adjust the skirt. No matter what happened, though, a lacy edge still peaked out from my skirt. Still, we managed to get it to show fairly evenly all around the hem, so we decided it was the best we could do.
Grandpa and Aunt Liza were in a dither as we returned to the departure gate; Carol's flight was boarding. Carol and I hugged, kissed, laughed and cried almost all at once. I explained to Aunt Liza as Carol and Grandpa hugged that we had been in the "ladies' room" trying to adjust my slip. "Funny," she said, "but it's not showing now."
I didn't bother to change my clothes before feeding my dog, and Aunt Liza had cleaned the house, though I still had to take out the trash. My slip did not show again the rest of the day.
When I took off my bikini panties before going to bed, I noticed that they were not mine at all, but my brother's. He had left them behind when he joined the Marines. I had not seen them before, and I haven't seen them since.
I've worn my bra-slip with that skirt suit several times since. The slip has never shown.
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