College classroom

As everything around her came into focus, Jessica came to believe she was in some kind of room - there was a white tile floor, white brick walls - her bare feet were on the floor. She was definitely still naked, it was cold and drafty. She was sitting, as she had been during the massage, but now she was on something cold - a metal chair - she was in a desk - not just at a desk, a desk of a classroom in her college!

Jessica was frozen for a moment in panic- this was something straight out of her nightmares. How did she get here? Did the witch have something to do with this? Was this a dream, or some kind of time travel? Jessica couldn't even focus on the specifics of how she got here, at the forefront of her mind was that she was naked in her own sociology class.

Her shock and dizziness made her slow her realize she wasn't alone - her whole class were there, too, all of them fully clothed, and almost seeming not to notice her. Her instructor was mid-lecture, also not seeming to take any notice of Jessica's state.

This was so weird and sketchy. Jessica felt so disoriented and almost scared of what chain of events she may have caused by reaching out to that witch.

Why is this happening? How did I get here? Why doe no one care that I'm completely naked right now? Jessica covered herself in her seat, it was genuinely cold.

Her instructor seemed to be finishing her lecture - what was the lecture even about? How was anyone focusing right now while a naked girl was sat right in the middle of the class?

"And, Jessica, I believe its your day to do your presentation, so we'll let you have the floor for the remainder of class," the instructor said, finally calling attention to her.

Everyone was naturally looking at her, now.

Jessica's panic rose from a 6 to a solid 8. All of these people were just staring at her, as she sat nude and confused. Her cheeks became hot. She could feel herself turning red, probably all over.

Presentation? Jessica had absolutely no idea what this instructor was talking about. She had no idea what to do. Still, it didn't seem that anyone noticed, or minded that she was naked.

Even if no one cared, Jessica still cared. She didn't like this feeling - everyone can see all of her, but they're all wearing clothes - and now all the attention is on her - it was all too confusing. She opted to cover her breasts and crotch in her seat.

"Um, actually, I don't feel totally prepared for my presentation right now," Jessica coughed out meekly, "I'm sorry, could I maybe do it next class?"

"Well," her instructor sighed, "We did have this block of time open just so you could present today but I guess we could move the schedule around for you, again," extra emphasis on the "again."

Jessica wondered what she meant. Again? She'd never asked for an extension for anything in this class. Then again, she'd hadn't remembered ever being assigned a presentation, or, you know, everyone being so casual about nudity. What was this place?

"I suppose if Jessica's not ready, we can just end early today, and -" the instructor's voice was cut off by the sounds of students packing up to leave and continue their days with an extra free hour.

"Jessica, could we talk for a second before you go?"

That's never a good sign. Jessica couldn't believe how exposed she felt, even with all the students leaving. Something about being completely naked and alone with her clothed professor wanting to "talk," had to be the most anxiety inducing situation she'd ever been in