it's Charity's day

Charity looked at the text. "You've got to be kidding!" She spat out. "Why did you do this again?"

"Um...well....eh..."

"Tell me!" said Charity.

"I'm cursed to do whatever I'm told," said Tanya meekly

"Whatever!" said Charity, "I'm just going to get this over." She reached behind her and tucked her skirt into the waistband of her panties, which turned out to be a pink thong. She was no exposing her thong and a lot of cheek.

"Cursed? you expect me to believe that?" said an incredulous Charity. "Well, I have to walk to my next class and only untuck my skirt if a teacher notices and ignore any student who points this humiliation out! Why don't you drink out of the toilet if you're so 'cursed?'"

Charity blushed, took a deep breath, and headed for the door.

Tanya was glad Charity didn't notice her walking to the stall. She entered the stall and closed the door before getting on her knees, flushing the toilet, waiting for it to refill, and quickly taking a few laps from the toilet.

Tanya got up and wretched before heading out.

Tanya was relieved she received no more instructions. She did feel bad for Charity, who in psychology class stood up and asked if it was normal for a girl her age to still wet her bed before shooting Tanya a furtive sneer as the class laughed.

After school, Charity found Tanya. "I got one more text. Look at it, it involves BOTH of us!"