Give in?

“Y-you can’t be serious,” Christina pleaded.

“Take your fucking clothes off!”

Christina took a slow step back, holding her hands in front of her, “look, I’ll do your homework for a week if-“

Denise lurched forward, grabbed Christina’s shoulder again and shoved her into the wall. The impact rattled her, almost making her lose her footing.

“You’re going to undress, or I’m going to kick your ass then undress you myself. Your choice.”

Christina had never been punched in her life, and only kicked once by accident during a soccer game. The painful memory of that nasty bruise didn’t make a beating seem like the best idea and she didn’t think she could fight all three girls off. Blinking back a tear Christina raised a leg and started untying her shoe.

“That’s what I thought,” Denise snarled.

After slipping her shoes off Christina hesitated for a moment before pulling her black t-shirt up, revealing a light blue bra covering her “barely a b-cup” breasts.

“Toss it on the floor in front of me. Kick the shoes over too.”

Christina unfastened her jeans and started lowering them down her legs. She knew her hips were getting a bit big, and she had a few extra pounds there. Some on her round butt, thighs and stomach too. She wasn’t overweight but definitely knew a little extra skin was easily noticeable and it made her self-conscious in front of the bullies. She pulled her legs out of the jeans and tossed them on the growing pile of clothes.

“E-ev-everything?” she asked. Denise only stared at her.

Reaching behind her back, Christina’s shaking hands made it tricky to unclasp the bra but she managed after a moment, dropping the straps off her shoulders and uncovering her quarter-sized nipples. After tossing the bra over she hooked her thumbs into her panties, a color matching her discarded bra, and peeled them off. She put a hand over her exposed vagina, trying to hide the trimmed hair she kept, and kicked her underwear into the pile.

“Socks,” Denise said.

One by one Christina lifted her feet and pulled her socks off, casting them onto the rest of her wardrobe. She put her hands over her body, covering her breasts and vagina, and backed against the cold tile wall, praying Denise wasn’t planning to touch her.

Instead Denise bent down and started gathering the clothes, “looks like I got a nice new outfit today. I should have made you fold everything up for me.”

“Wait… you’re just leaving me here?” Christina asked, incredulous.

Denise finished picking up the clothes, everything wadded up in her left arm and hooking a finger into each of Christina’s shoes to carry them. She stood up and stared at her prey.

“Have fun in class. Or trying to get home I guess.”

Christina stared in disbelief as Denise turned and walked away. Kelly, openly smirking and staring at Christina, pulled the door open for her friends. Becca quietly giggled as she left the room with them.

Alone and humiliated, Christina kept her arms clasped in front of her body. She fought back a tear when she realized that she had to do something.

Think, she thought. Class is going to be out in a few minutes, I don’t know if hiding in the stall is a good idea. Bare legs and feet showing under the door, probably a dead giveaw- Stop getting distracted! Think, think. I have to get something to cover myself. Wait, I left my jacket in my locker a few weeks ago! Oh but that’s on the other side of the school… Not sure I’ll make it before class is out. The gym’s just down the hall, I can get to the locker room for sure! Crap, the key to the padlock on my gym locker is in my jeans! But they have towels by the showers… Those towels won’t cover as much as my jacket will…

What am I going to do?