Not fun! Well, for Sabrina, that is.

Sabrina steps into the shower. If only Jen listened to her! “That bitch,” mutters Sabrina. “She probably wanted to get back at me for talking to her boyfriend...”

She turns on the shower and grabs the curtain to pull it shut. However, someone is holding it back! It’s Mrs. Smith.

“Sabrina, sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to leave the shower curtain open.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I need to ensure you properly wash off. We don’t want any more accidents!”

“But Mrs. Smith! Everyone will see me that way!”

“I’m sorry Sabrina, it may be embarrassing for you but it’s necessary. Now shower!”

“Alright...” sighs Sabrina. She twists the shower knob on. “Can you at least make them turn around or something?”

Mrs. Smith nods. “Everybody, put your heads down!”

Since Mrs. Smith is too busy watching Sabrina, she doesn’t notice that nobody in the class obeys her command. Just about everybody is too busy feasting her eyes on the showering Sabrina; and enjoying every moment of it.

“This is fucking wild, dude!”

“Her nipples are hard as hell!”

“Damn, look at how red her face is!”

“She’s totally naked!”

“*click* *click* *click* Sammy will love this!”

“Gonna send this to everybody on my Snapchat!”

Sabrina takes notice of this. “Mrs. Smith! Everyone’s watching me! Some are recording and taking pictures!” she cries.

“Sorry to hear that, Sabrina, but that should be the least of your worries now!”

“Please make them stop!”

“Just ignore them, Sabrina!” shouts Mrs. Smith. “Keep showering.”

The cold water from the shower drips down Sabrina’s naked torso to her thick thighs down to her bare feet. She grabs a sponge and moves it throughout her body, bending down to clean her legs and twisting to get to her back. By now, Sabrina’s classmates have seen just about every inch of her wet, naked body, including her intimate parts.

After what feels like forever, Sabrina is finally finished with her humiliating shower. Mrs. Smith throws her a towel and instructs her to dry off inside.

After she’s finished drying her body and hair, Sabrina steps out of the safety shower with the towel wrapped around her.

“Mrs. Smith, can I keep this?”

“No, Sabrina, I’m afraid you can’t. The towel could have acid on it, and we don’t want to take any chances.”

“B-but... but...”

“No buts, Sabrina! Hand it over!” says Mrs. Smith.

“Okay...” Sabrina lets her towel, the only thing protecting her modesty, fall to the ground. She picks it up and hands it back to Smith in one swoop.

“Thank you, Sabrina,” smiles Mrs. Smith. “I can tell this is quite embarrassing for you, but remember what I said, you’d rather be naked in class than suffering from acid burns-“

“Yes, Mrs. Smith, I understand,” sighs a nude and humiliated Sabrina. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Well, we can’t possibly have a naked girl working with acids! Just sit at your desk; not the lab station, and work on something from another class.”

Sabrina walks back to her desk. She grabs a book from her backpack and begins to read. Her naked bottom on the cold chair is a constant reminder of her nakedness; well, that, and the sounds of boys whistling, hooting, and shouting obscene things at her. As she is reading, she keeps one hand over her breasts and the other on her book, leaving her bare pussy totally exposed.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell rings. Everybody quickly shuffles out of class, eager to leave... except Sabrina!

“Uhhh, Mrs. Wilson? Where are my clothes? Wasn’t I supposed to get them back?”

“Uhh... well yes, you technically were supposed to get them back, but...”