Just two more classes

The following class is even more excruciating than the first. The room is a sauna of stifling heat and awkward glances. As Abigail makes her way to the front of the room, her nakedness feels like a neon sign broadcasting her every insecurity. The students whisper behind their hands, their eyes greedily devouring every inch of her exposed flesh. The teacher, a young woman with a sympathetic expression, tries to maintain order, but the tension in the room is as thick as fog. Abigail's heart is racing, her pulse a frantic drumbeat in her ears. She can feel the cold metal of the chair against her bare bottom, and she's acutely aware of her own nakedness in this sea of clothed bodies. The whispers and giggles are a constant background track, punctuated by the occasional, audible snicker. The professor's voice seems to come from a distance as she stammers through the lecture, trying to ignore the way her classmates are eyeing her. She can't help but feel like a lab specimen, pinned down and dissected for their amusement.

The most degrading moment of the day thus far comes during a surprise pop quiz. The professor, a stern-looking man with a glint in his eye, calls on Abigail to answer the first question. Her mind goes blank, the fear and embarrassment overwhelming her ability to think. The room falls silent as she stammers, trying to form a coherent response. The professor's expression shifts from one of professionalism to something more predatory, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps your lack of clothing is affecting your concentration," he says, his voice carrying a cruel edge. The room erupts in laughter, the sound like a thousand knives slicing through her soul. She feels a warm wetness on her thighs and looks down to find that she's peed herself, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. The laughter turns to gasps and even more photos are snapped. Her cheeks burn with a humiliation so intense she can't breathe. The teacher's smirk widens, and she knows she can't take any more of this. She gathers her things, the urine trickling down her leg, and runs out of the classroom, sobbing. Her resolve shattered, she knows she can't go back in there. She's done with this ridiculous challenge. She just wants to hide, to never be seen again.