Mrs. Palmer

"I figured that since you didn't come back, something must've happened to your blanket. Didn't think you'd lose your underwear too." The woman said, her face softened in remorse.

"Oh, it's kind of a long story..." Lizzie blushed.

"I don't need to hear it. I just came to give you your dress back. I wrung it out as best I could, but it's still a bit damp."

"Thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it. Class is about to end, so I hope you come back in and get your things before the bell rings."

Lizzie nodded and Mrs. Palmer left. The now no longer nude Lizzie is able to check how bad her damp dress is. It seems that after being soaked and wrung out, the dress had gotten stretched out of shape. The neckline was now showing a lot of cleavage and one of the straps was off her shoulder. At least everything else was covered and it wasn't as transparent as before. She shrugged and ran to her science class and made it in just as the bell rang. She collected her things and was able to hide her cleavage on the way to her locker. However, her final class didn't require her books, which was...