Her oral report

"What oral report?" Camilla asked, confused.

"The one you put on your desk, there." Mrs Kreager replied, drumming her fingers on her own desk. Each finger had at least one large ring on it, producing a succession of metallic clinks as she tapped the wood.

Camilla looked where she had been indicated, and saw on top of one of the desks a sheaf of papers, written in her own handwriting. Of course, she thought, she had written that. Then she had brought it in and put it there. Or she must have done, at least, since there it was. She crossed to the desk and bent slightly to pick up the papers.

"Yes, ma'am." she said meekly, taking the papers towards the front of the room.

There was a harsh ripping noise and a sudden draft around Camilla's legs. Her skirt had snagged on a surprisingly sharp corner of the desk and been completely torn from her body.

"Nerd panties!" Mary shouted from the back of the room. Camilla looked in horror at the white Fruit of the Loom panties, adorned with colourful flowers, she found herself wearing. She didn't own anything like that!

"No!" she gasped, then looked up at Miss Kreager, "Please, I need to go change..."

"Miss Golightly," Mrs Kreager sneered, "this report represents 95% of your final grade, and if you don't give it this instant it's an instant fail."

Camilla's mind whirled. They were just panties, right? And given the size of them they didn't really expose her, any more than her favourite pair of booty shorts did. She made her way to the front of the class and began to speak.

Next to her, Mrs Kreager absently clicked on a desk fan. Camilla instantly felt a rush of cold air, from her exposed legs right up her body. She came out in goosebumps and felt her nipples harden beneath her jumper.

"Could you turn that down a bit?" she asked, but the teacher apparently didn't hear her, and the fan seemed to get stronger and louder. "Please?" she tried. Her ponytail was being whipped back and forth, occasionally coming round to smack her across the face.

Camilla tried to turn to her presentation, but her notes were being buffeted about, and the writing on them was impossible to read. But as she was trying, Camilla noticed the cuff of her jumper, where a stray end of wool was being blown by the fan, then another, parting from the rest of the sleeve. Camilla looked at her other sleeve, and saw the wool being blown away there as well, as she watched the sleeve shortened halfway to her elbow, strands of wool being blown to part from the jumper and fly out the window to her other side.

"Please, Mrs Kreager, it's too strong!" Camilla pleaded as the hem of her jumper released several small lengths of wool, becoming a ragged mess, then more and more parted from it and raced out of the window, the end of the jumper rising above Camilla's belly button.

The fan seemed to get even stronger, and now the jumper fell to pieces as if it had never been knitted but had been a pile of short lengths of wool stacked together. The pieces flew from Camilla's body and out of the window, leaving her almost topless in front of the class, her generous breasts for some reason squashed into a white training bra with a large bright pink bow on the front.

"Look at that!" Jenny called from her seat.

"Nerd panties and she still wears a training bra!" Ashley shouted. The class erupted into laughter as Camilla squirmed on the spot, trying to hide her humiliating underwear.