Let's go to my office.

You briefly contemplate sending your little eavesdroppers back to class dressed as they are. But the truth is that it would cause you more trouble than it would solve. First, the other teachers would question why you were dressing your students up in such sexy, revealing outfits. Second, you aren't sure what kind of rumors the twins would start to spread about what they heard when they return to class. Even if they don't intend to say anything now; that may change if you embarrass them by sending them back to class as is.

You sigh heavily as you briefly rub the bridge of your nose. "Alright," you say in defeat, "let me help you find your uniforms." Your surprised as both twins faces light up with smiles before one jabs the other in the ribs. In unison they turn and begin giving the room another once over. It doesn't take long to realize that the uniforms are definitely gone.

"Fine," you groan at last, "let's just go to my office. It's right up the hall. You can stay in there while I rustle up some new uniforms for you." Again, they flash you radiant smiles before giving each other knowing winks.

In short order, you are ushering the two crimson haired beauties into your private office. Like most teachers offices, your office is packed with overflowing bookshelves. You have to smile as you see them; most of the books you've never used, but it's always better to make school management think that you do. Better job security.

"Ladies, just take a seat," you say indicating the two chairs opposite your desk which they eagerly hop into. With a final frustrated sigh you grab the phone and prepare to begin tracking down two new uniforms. As soon as you dial the first number however you are smacked in the face by something that falls into into your lap.

"Oops!" squeals one of the twins as her hands fly up to try to cover her suddenly exposed breasts. Seems her top just snapped off and hit you in the face. You get a glorious view of small, dark nipples before her hands cover them and her face tries to turn as fiery red as her hair. "I'm sorry," she squeaks, "I was just stretching and I didn't mean to do that!"

You can already feel your lips pulling into a sheepish grin as you search for the right response. The other twin, Abby you think, beats you to it, "you liar, you totally tried to do that on purpose," she says in mock anger as she smacks her sister on the arm, "you know that I'm one one that has a crush on him! Eep!" She clamps her hands over her mouth as she realizes what she just said. Within seconds she's just as red as her sister.

"Well..." you say as you finally **** the grin from your face and lift the top from you lap, "I think that this is yours. You can use the mirror by the door if you need it. You get another view of one of her tight, little buds as she snatches the top from your fingers.

You can't help but watch her ass sway as she hops up and scampers over to the door. After a moment of struggling with the top she frowns, "I think it's broken, Mr. Doe."

You frown as you get up to help her. Half dressed is one thing; half naked would be even harder to explain. You're half way across the room when you hear something hit your window. "Oops!" squeals the still sitting twin.

You spin around just in time to see a piece of cloth slip out of your open window. "What was tha--" you start to ask before your stopped by the sight of the now topless Abby jumping from her seat and running around your desk to the window. Unlike her sister however, she makes no attempt to hid her exposed breasts as she hurries. Her full breasts bounce freely with each step that she takes. You suddenly realize that there is actually a sure way to tell them apart now. Where as her Zoey has dark, almost brownish nipples; Abby has small pink nipples.

"Now I lost my top too," she wines as she presses her head against the glass to try to see her top. "Oooh and I can't even see it!"

You take a deep breath. You are now standing in a room with two hot, red-headed, topless girls. 'Wish I had this kind of luck when I was younger,' you think in astonishment, 'of course, right now it might just get me fired.'

Almost exactly as you think the word 'fired' your heart jumps into your throat. Somebody has just opened your office door and is entering the room! The door opens only about a foot before the Principal sticks his head it. "Be with you in just a second John," he says, apparently not noticing the girls with his quick glance before he pulls his head back out. You can hear him yelling down the hallway as he finishes a conversation with someone else. His hand remains on the open door; ready to enter at any moment.

You look in panic at the two topless girls who seem just as worried as you feel. You'll never be able to explain this. You'd never believe it and you're the one living it. You have to do something quick!