Drama, in a Toga

“Are you sure Mrs. Cunningham she’s… alright. Thank you”

Turning back the Drama teacher Mrs. Sutherland looked at Renee who seemed to be wearing nothing but a large white toga. Receiving odd looks from all her classmates.

“Ok Miss Beaucorps I confirmed with the principal, you may take your seat and get ready for the assignment” the older black haired asian woman said authoritatively.

“Yes Mrs. Sutherland” Renee replied, before awkwardly shuffling to her seat besides two guys.

“Now in class today we'll be continuing our practice of showing specific emotions, today we’ll be doing embarrassment…” The woman went on going over the signs and body language someone who is embarrassed might show.

“For those of you with fairer complexions it’ll be a bit more difficult for you as, like crying on command, it’s hard to simulate a blush. Still like crying I suggest you call upon a memory or a hypothetical but instead of sadness something that’ll make you go red” the woman explained.

“Maybe like being seen at school naked” a boy suggested.

Getting chuckles from some of the other kids, while Renee tried her best to not cover her face in shame.

“If that’ll do the trick sure”

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“Alright Ms. Beaucorps you’re up” the asian woman said ready to take notes and give advice.

Renee took one last deep calming breath and got ready to perform.

Stepping out from the back stage curtain she tried her best to calm herself.

She got to the middle of the stage already sporting a blush, and to be honest she should have this easy. Why? Well she was already embarrassed by being the odd one out wearing a toga to class. And even worse she had a secret she hoped no one would find out. Someone had other plans though, as backstage just a little earlier a trap had been set on the nervous redhead trying to calm herself.

A trap they sprung as soon as Mrs. Sutherland said “and action!”

Suddenly a small hard to see wire attached to the white fabric adorning Renee's body pulled taut. The large sheet flew off her body and above the stage in less than a second. Revealing quite the shocking sight.

Renee’s blinding white bare body, adorned with nothing but a pair of black high heels. The momentum causes her to step back and make all her assets lightly jiggle. Her pale supple chest with aroused pink nubs, her flat athletic belly, her lower mound covered in orange fuzz, creamy soft thighs. All suddenly exposed for everyone to see.

Making Renee regret throwing away the blouse and skirt, even if the waist band had busted, thinking the toga provided by Ms. Botin would be enough.

A stunned silence enveloped the room.

“Ohmygodwhyaminakedwhatthefuck” Renee rambled off and her arms went to cover herself again.

Next a flash went off, then another, and another.

“What? Hey, don't take pictures! Ah hey! Stoooop!” she whined. While panicking she did an awkward naked dance shifting her hands from one place to another to try and cover everything, covering nothing in the end.

Finally feeling the flight response Renee tried to turn around and run, only to trip over her heels and fall face first. Her bubbly butt wobbled into view as she caught herself, now with her ass up facing the crowd. Legs spread neither her lower lips or starfish were left unexposed. Knowing this Renee wanted to cry however she pushed on. Behind the curtain. There she was ambushed by a certain blonde bully and her two friends.

Liz and Vanessa quickly grabbed her as Tracy gave a standing ovation. “Lovely performance Red, you truly seemed embarrassed out there.”

“What?” Renee said confused, to only be more so as Tracy and her crew started… dressing her. Her blouse, skirt, tights, and even shoes were put on her.

“You’re giving me back my clothes” Renee asked bewildered.

“Yeah now here’s what you’re gonna do after, walk out, take a bow and not mention this to anybody understand?” Tracy said firmly.

“I but then” Renee stammered.

“Everyone will think you’re a slut exhibitionist who likes to pretend not to be, yeah that’s the point. Don’t forget, I own you now. At any moment I can go to mommy and make your life even worse. K?” Tracy said threateningly. “Oh and tomorrow I want you in a thong, bye!”

“But I don’t-”

“Not our problem,” she said pushing Renee back through the curtain.