The first day of the last week of school had been a stressful one for Jenna. Her appearance had gotten her more than her share of Snickers and giggles behind her back. Teaching a class at this stage of the year was difficult enough, but looking as she did make it nearly impossible. Her tender nipples rubbed relentlessly on her tight white tube top. The thick metal rings, that hung weightily on her nipples, were clearly visible through the tight top.
Jenna's new dress code, as dictated by Trisha and reinforced by Sister Ann, required that she wear tight crop or tube tops, short micro mini skirts and stiletto heals. She felt like a whore when she dressed that way, but she really had no choice. Her position at the school depended upon her conformance to the requirements.