Find an escape route!

The clock was ticking, and Anna was starting to feel trapped. The door was out due to the teachers presence. Anna was starting to look for a table to hide under when she noticed the window.

She approached it, seeing a potential escape. Could it work? It was partially open, the classroom was on the first floor, and the window itself was facing an open field. The only problem, is that she would be outside. Half-Naked.

Her fingers tapped a nearby table, as she felt unsure if it was a good idea.

Anna looked back at the door, and then at the window. A clacking noise startled her, and prompted her to move. She pushed the window open wider, and sat on the window sill. It felt cold against her skin as she slowly swung her legs over the ledge. When she looked down, the distance to the ground was a little longer than she thought it was. It didn't look dangerous, but once she was on the ground, Anna wouldn't be able to go back in.

A little more clacking and the sound of a door opening sent Anna into panic mode! She looked forward, quickly planned her landing, and pushed herself over the ledge of the window. However, as she made her escape, the window began to shut behind her!

Anna's feet met the ground just fine, but something was wrong. Her shirt was being very tightly pulled against her body. Before Anna could figure out what was wrong, the buttons on the shirt gave way, causing it to open wide. Anna hadn't even realized what was going on yet, and her arms slid through the sleeves of her shirt, leaving her in just a bra and her footwear.

"Ahh," Anna fell to her knees, and hugged her breasts. She still had her bra, but it meant little with nearly everything above her ankles being gone. "W-what happened?" Anna looked up, seeing her shirt caught in the closed window.

"At least it didn't rip," Anna sighed, reaching up for it. But before her hands could grip the fabric, the window opened. Anna's eyes widened, and she stepped away. She held onto herself and took a few steps away to have a bush between her and the window. With a worried, blushing look on her face, she saw what she feared. The teacher, holding Anna's shirt in a confused way.

"How did this get here?" The teacher said, pulling the shirt in. She looked around, shrugged and shut the window.

Anna's problems got worse. She went into that classroom planning to repair a pair of panties. She left it nearly naked. All that remained was Anna's bra, some shoes, and some socks. Now she was going to need more than her gym shorts.