Her first class

She was so distracted by the near catastrophy of losing her thong, she didn't notice a loose string that had been dangling from her tank top had gotten caught in the door behind her. As she walked away, her tank top was unravelling. As she began walking towards campus, her tank top grew smaller and smaller. By the time she actually reached campus and the string finally snapped, the hemline of her tank top was just barely covering her nipples, and she was none the wiser the entire time because the fabric was already so thin to begin with it didn't actually feel much different from being topless when it came to things like wind chill. All having the tank top really did was scratch her nipples ever so slightly to make them stiff and hard.

She drew a lot of awkward stares from the other students walking to class; lustful stares, snickering stares, grossed out stares, jealous stares. It was enough to make her glue her eyes to the sidewalk in front of her so she wouldn't have to look up at all the people staring at her.

She finally made it to her first class of the day, and it just so happened to be the most embarrassing one - Advanced Biochemistry. It wasn't the most embarrassing because of any of the material, but because of the Professor, Ms. Moreau. The university had invited her to teach all the way from France. She was very strict in some ways but oddly lenient in others. She truly didn't care how a student came to class as long as they did, but she tolerated no interruptions. So something the young French professor started doing when she realized one of her students was an accident factory who constantly lost her clothes was require said student to take her clothes off at the beginning of class so as to not be an interruption.

"Bonjour, Jenny! Looks like you have had quite the morning already!" Ms Moreau stated as she pulled out the lock box she started keeping for Jenny's clothes after the first class where they mysteriously disappeared during the lecture.

"Please Ms. Moreau, just this once let me keep my clothes during class! This is literally all I have and I'm mostly naked anyway." Jenny pleaded.

"Nah ah ah! We have talked about this already, Jenny. It is, how you say... Distracting! To the other students." Ms. Moreau refused to budge.

Jenny sheepishly took off her tank top and her thong and put them in the box. Ms. Moreau then handed her a towel she could put over her seat, as she had done every week since this ritual started. Jenny covered her breasts and pussy with the towel as she chose her seat, then covered the chair as she sat down. She didn't know what was worse: that she had to strip naked for this class, or that she didn't have that much to take off to begin with.