Going to class without pants

“Huh, no one is staring at me for once!” Mimi joyfully mumbled as we walked the sterile halls of the faculty. No one noticed she didn’t have a bra underneath her shirt because a more interesting sight walked at her sides. Students looked away from their lockers to gaze at the nerd’s bodyguards.

I stole more than a fair share of glances, of course. Like Vercingetorix did to Caesar, I relinquished my underwear when I surrendered. Thankfully, I still kept the rest of my outfit, but this cheerleading crop top is quite tight, and I’m pretty sure my nipples are yearning to be free of it. I also have to take deliberate steps to ensure my lower cheeks remain covered by the blue fabric of my miniskirt. I could swear it reached lower when I graduated…

Annie, however, is the one stealing most glances in the hallway. She couldn’t stomach parting with her underwear, so, the girls took her shoes and pants as loot. She tried to give them her pink socks instead of her jeans, but the coalition wasn’t having it. My assistant’s Scooby-Dooh panties are earning the lion’s share of attention.

“I think this is working, you gals! They let me keep my sandals!”

“Shut up, Mimi…” Annie grumbled as we took a left and entered the computer lab for Mimi’s first class. Or so was our intention.

As we entered the lab, a trio of girls ambushed us and yanked our pants down our legs. The whole class was sitting and waiting for the opportunity to laugh at us. And laugh they did as they compared our crotches. Well, Mimi’s and Annie’s. I still have my red panties. Mimi’s groin was clean-shaven, while Annie’s had a trimmed red bush.

“Yikes, no panties again, huh? If we had a dress code, you’d be breaking it,” the lab tech warned Mimi. “Go take your seats.”

“Wait.” I tried to pull back my skirt up but couldn’t. It’s almost as if it was…

“Oops, looks like someone spilled glue on the floor! What are the chances?” a girl said with a chuckle.

She was right. My skirt and my shoes were glued to the floor. So were Annie’s and Mimi’s.

“You three, stop stalling and get to your seats!” the lab’s tech insisted.

“But-“

“It’s no use arguing…” Mimi placed a hand on Annie’s shoulders. “Let’s just go.”

Forfeiting Rebecca’s shorts and her sandals, a bottomless Mimi sheepishly stepped away from the pile of glue and went to take her seat. I grumbled and did the same, yielding my skirt and sneakers to the floor. Annie was the one who hesitated most, but ultimately, she also joined us by losing her pink socks and panties. My assistant was wearing nothing on her lower body, just like Mimi.