Dissolve clothing!

Dana giggles quietly as you freak out at the chemicals that just splashed all over you, her being fully aware of the show you are about to put on.

The concoction she altered is 'harmless', that is, not capable of harming any living thing and being a solvent to only one single substance: cotton.

She giggles a bit louder this time.

Your shirt is beginning to melt off of you, showing a fair and growing amount of your bare chest, to say nothing of your jeans sloughing away, worrying you, until you realize that you're not in any pain, while the rest of class is concerned because of the chemical spill that just occurred.

It doesn't take them long to catch on that you aren't getting hurt or burned by the potion, shifting their attention instead to the growing holes in your tight fitting clothing.

Mr. Travis rushes you over to the safety shower at the near side of the room. As he pulls the activation cord, you get the shock of your life! Frigid water blasts into you from above making you give a quick shout and causing the chemicals covering your body to wash clean off, unfortunately also taking with it every piece of your clothing you had on except for your underwear!

The small, red boxer briefs are still on your body by dint of their mostly synthetic material, the special chemicals only managing to thin them. But, the relief you had from keeping your boxer briefs on is minimized, as the now thin, soaking wet and small undergarments are translucent and clinging to your lower body in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

The girls in class all start laughing and wolf-whistling and cat-calling "take it off!" because they can see the obvious outline of your flaccid dick through the sheer, sodden material.

This causes a flush to pass over your face as your embarrassment freezes you in place

You spot your crush Dana staring star-eyed at your crotch and pressing her bountiful breasts together with her arms, pushing them up and out of her snug tank top. The sight leaves you transfixed and it isn't until you hear her say, "Woof." with an eyebrow raised, that you snap back to reality and cover up your clearly outlined penis with your hands and blush even more scarlet than your tiny little underwear.

"Dana!" Mr. Travis called over the din of catcalls, laughing, and wolf whistles,"could you please check this poor soul's backpack for a change of clothes?" He also hands you a small sports towel which you waste no time in wrapping around your waist, you're still red as a tomato but you finally have some cover.

You see her nod, look rather disappointed that your show ended, and reach under the desk to pull up your backpack. After unzipping it and rifling around for a good half minute she looks back to the teacher and tells him, "Nothing but books in here!"

Oh. Crap. You didn't bring any in your bag.

The teacher then asks, "Where might you have fresh clothing, Sam?"

Dana pipes up in response...but what does she say?