Bev goes to class

Bev sat in class.

She was sitting in a packed lecture theatre, about halfway up, between a goth girl on her left and a frat boy in a letter jacket on her right. Up front, a professor in a tweed jacket was chalking complicated equations on a blackboard. Bev was finding it hard to concentrate.

Because she was in her underwear.

She was sitting in class in nothing but her pink cotton underwear.

And everyone else was fully clothed.

They were sitting around her, fully clothed, dressed and dignified, sneaking peeks at her bare body and giggling quietly to each other. While she sat there in her bra and panties, goosebumps forming on her pale thighs from the cool air conditioning, trying not to think about the fact that she was sitting in class in her underwear.

In public.

For everyone to see.

Without any clothes on.

Except for her underwear.

She'd come to class in her underwear.

And now she was sitting there, feeling very conspicuous, standing out from the crowd, surrounded by well-dressed, respectable, intelligent people. Who could all see her in her underwear.

It was like a bad dream. Except it was real. She was really, actually, sitting there in her underwear.

In front of everyone.

In her underwear.

No matter how many times she thought about it, it didn't get any better. She didn't get any more clothed. She didn't feel any less like a scared little girl who'd come to class in her underwear.

She wanted to sink into the earth where nobody could see her. But she couldn't. There was no way out. She was stuck in class, sitting there in the lecture theatre, before the professor and all her fellow students, with nothing on but her underwear.

And they could all see.

And she was in her underwear.

And it was embarrassing.

She sat there some more, trying to concentrate on the lecture. But it didn't get any less embarrassing. In fact, as she sat there, watching the professor write more and more numbers on the blackboard, it only seemed to get even more embarrassing.

Of course nobody was saying anything. But they all knew. Every single person in the lecture theatre knew she was sitting there in her underwear. And they were all thinking that she was a silly, scared little girl who'd come to class in her underwear. And they all thought it was really funny. That she was sitting in class in just her underwear.

But she couldn't leave.

Every second was ****, but she just had to sit there, watching the minutes slowly tick past, feeling like the silliest, scarediest little girl in the world. In her underwear. In absolutely nothing but her underwear for everyone to see.

She really wished she hadn't lost that bet.

But she had.

And now she had to be Bare Bev the underwear girl. Scaredy-cat bare Bev in her bra and panties. That was who she had to be.