Betray (Tiffany POV)

"Well, you're wearing a bra, at least," Tiffany said. "But it's not buckled at the back."

Clara sighed in relief. She was already a little red. Clara had always treated her like a subordinate all through high school. She was a good friend, sometimes. Other times, she was a bitch. Well, to be fair, she was kind of a bitch, too. But today Clara seems to have an interesting condition.

She realized this even more when Clara's arms reached to her back to try and buckle her bra. Her fingers didn't even get a hold of the buckle, it just mimed so, and mimed the buckling of it. Clara then acted as if the job was done, even though her bra would literally slip off she gave it the smallest pull.

Interesting.

"Great, it's buckled now."

"What did you say about my panties sticking out?"

"It's just a bit, just pull your pants up a little."

Clara's left finger succeeded in grabbing the hem of her pants, but her right hand didn't.

Was this some sort of disorder? She had heard of one that made someone unable to recognize faces before. What if Clara had one that made her unable to recognize her own body?

All this made Tiffany smile, which she hid.

_Not sure what's up with her, seems like she doesn't know what she's wearing or doing. _Tiffany texted, in a group chat was for their group projects. The one excluding Clara.

"Oh, yeah. Here," Tiffany said, giving Clara her jacket.

"Oh, thanks, Tiff," Clara said, in a softness she had never expressed before. And, who the hell calls her Tiff? Especially not Clara. "Thank God you're on my side," she continued. "I'll be giving every one of these pricks a hard time when I figure out what the hell's going on."

But when Clara was going to put on her jacket, she snatched it back, and observed. Clara mimed putting on the jacket, until she saw that it was actually in Tiffany's hands. She was confused for a second. "Take it," Tiffany said.

When Clara took it and started putting it on again, another girl who was sitting behind Clara stole it. Leanne was also tired of being bossed around in their group work by Clara while she herself did nothing at all. Although she didn't necessarily want to humiliate Clara, she saw the group chat, and what Tiffany had snatched the jacket, and was just curious. Zoe, sitting beside Leanne, watched with excitement.

Clara seemed like she thought she had put on the jacket, even miming straightening the two sides.

Tiffany: Seems like she'll know if she sees that something is not on her

Zoe: Don't let her see it then!!!!

Tiffany: Good job Leanne

Tiffany: She still thinks she's wearing the jacket LMAO

Zoe: try to take her bra off

Just then, the class started. The professor introduced a few things about what they were supposed to be doing for that tutorial, as a group. But he was pushing 70 and wore glasses as thick as a small book, so he and Clara were the only ones unaware of the state Clara was actually in. All the other students kept staring, and received live updates on their phone from Tiffany about Clara's condition.

"Clara," Tiffany said. "I want to do one small test."

"What?"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Uh, two?"

"Yep. Now, how many fingers are _you _holding up?" Tiffany clasped Clara's hand to close all her fingers except the middle one. Again, the hesitation on Clara's face was evident. "Uh - shit - I - I really don't know. I really need to get checked up after this."

Tiffany then said, "okay, last test, can you put your arms straight forward like this?"

Clara did. Zoe had slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulder from behind, and that was when Tiffany reached forward grab the front of the bra, but not before Clara's arms shot back to cover her breasts.

"Tiffany did you just touch my boobs?"