Magic?

Suddenly Izzie smelled something burning, and it wasn’t the cafeteria food. It was Tracy’s pants! They were on fire and she hadn’t noticed.

“AIIEEE!” Okay she had noticed. The now panicking bully removed her now flaming blue jeans as quickly as possible, accidentally removing her pink panties along with them. The now bottomless bully tried to stomp out the fire in order to salvage her pants, only for them to practically disintegrate in front of her. Leaving Tracy with nothing to cover her exposed flat behind and the raven haired bush over her clam.

“I knew she wasn’t a real blonde!” shouted the same cheerleader from earlier.

Now that she was no longer on fire, Tracy realized just how exposed she was. Not used to the humiliation she regularly inflicted on others being directed at her, Tracy let out a scream that was heard throughout the entire school as she pulled her shirt down to cover her pussy and ran into the halls. Where more people would undoubtedly see her.

Izzie smiled as Tracy finally suffered some well deserved karma. But she wondered how that even happened? There didn’t seem to be any source of the fire, it was almost like… magic. The goth looked down at the hands. It almost seemed like they were glowing. I couldn’t have done that… right? Izzie wondered. She had always believed in the occult and supernatural beings. But she couldn’t be one of them, right?

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Tracy was still screaming and streaking. She was so focused on just getting to her car that she passed by Renee. Who had just got out of the bathroom with a new skirt. Now Renee Beaucorps wasn’t normally one to find pleasure in others misfortune. But the sight of her tormentor bottomless was just too much!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”