For the most part

The class finally ended, and Amira waited to be the last student to get up (for obvious reasons). The boys behind her waited as long as they could, pretending to put their belongings into their bags as slowly as possible, but Mr. Harrison sent them off (mostly so he could get the last view). Amira nervously walked to her next class. She occasionally jolted a look back to see if anyone was gawking at her behind, but her fears were unfounded.

“OK, at least they shouldn’t be able to see through the dress when I’m standing”, she thought. Luckily for her, the next two classes she sat in the back, so they went by without incident. Still, walking at all made her overly aware of how different her undergarments made her tits and ass move. This gave her a mixed feeling of trepidation and arousment. Still, being exposed to anyone, especially any male classmates, was Amira’s worst nightmare, especially in such lewd bra and panties.

4th period began, and it was her most dreaded period; metalshop.

Every student needed to complete a workshop, and in her trademark fashion Amira waited until senior year to get it over with. So, all she had available was metalshop, along with a class exclusively made up of boys. This class involved moving around and standing while using machines, something Amira disliked even with her current state of dress. As class moved at a snail’s pace, every minute felt like an hour for her. She picked an isolated lathing machine in the corner to sand her hammerhead for the project. Hopefully, no one would get any views from behind.