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Home again

The mass of people whirled faster and faster, becoming a blur and Susan realised her feet were not touching the ground any more. She did not feel she was falling, more floating, and now she saw only colours, no details. The browns and yellows which dominated the villagers' clothes slowly changed to the red and grey which were more familiar to her from school, and she became aware of a cold hardness under her feet.

"Susan!" The sudden voice made her jump and she turned to see Miss Hargreaves, her English teacher.

"Yes, miss?" Susan replied, trying to gather her composure.

"What on earth are you doing, coming into the corridor like this?" Her teacher was looking her up and down, and Susan heard gasps and whispers of other girls around her, turning into giggles.

"Like... this?" Susan looked down at herself. Full round breasts, dark pink nipples standing out hard and prominent. The pale flesh of her midriff broken only by the small hollow of her bellybutton, the dark hair covering her crotch. Toned legs and then, around her bare ankles, the bloomers. "I'm naked!" She gasped.

"Yes, you are." Her teacher confirmed, as the other girls stopped trying to hide their amusement and burst out laughing in full.

Susan bent quickly and snatched up the bloomers, tugging them up her legs to try and cover some of her nudity. But when they reached her plump rear end they would go no further, halting for a second before splitting in half, leaving Susan with one piece in each hand.

Looking around her, feeling humiliated and ashamed, Susan resorted to holding one piece of the ripped material over her crotch, the other over her breasts, and backing against the wall. Until Miss Hargreaves siezed Susan's ear between her thumb and finger and started marching the nude girl down the corridor.

"Come on, Pevensie, let's see what the headmistress makes of this display. I hope she's got her cane warmed up for you. And why you're wearing that ridiculous flower crown I don't know..."