Does the class stop there?

Nope!

Instead of listening to her, they turn her around and pull down the zipper on her skirt. She feels it fall to her feet and stumbles. Several hands keep her upright, as they move her to step out of her pumps and skirt.

Then, a student grabs the skirt and throws it out the window as well. Students cheer and then multiple eager hands grab at her pantyhose and underwear, dragging them down her legs as well, ripping them in the process. A few students commented on her small pubic bush, saying it fit her. Again, they move her to step out of them and throw them out the window too.

The students step back to admire their handy work. Tiffany was left standing naked in the middle of class with her B-cup breasts, round backside, and pussy on display for all her students.

Tiffany trembled, waiting for what they would do next to her. The student, whose yell had started this whole thing, cleared his throat. "Well, professor. There's about 30 minutes left of class. I recommend you fetch your clothes before classes get end and more people see you."

She turned to look at him incredulously. "You want me to go outside like this?!"

He shrugged. "I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing you naked all day."

Tiffany thought for a moment. "But I can't even pick anything up with my hands tied like this!"

"Good point, how about this: I'll race you outside. If you beat me, I'll dress you myself."

She scowled. "But...I'm not athletic at all and I have my arms tied behind my back. I'll probably fall down the stairs. You already know that happened last week just from me losing my footing."

He thought for a moment, and sighed. "Okay, good point. We don't want you to actually get hurt."

While suggestions were being thrown around, Tiffany looked up at the clock and saw she only had 15 minutes left until class was over.

She had to make a decision.