Lola!

"Lola!" The lecturer finishes. "Come on, I can assure you that nothing like that will happen to you."

Lola struts confidently down the stairs, ready to begin her presentation. She's wearing tight blue jeans, a white shirt with an environmentalist symbol on it and a colorful overshirt. She walks up to the lecturer and whispers something in their ear. The lecturer looks shocked, "Are-- Are you sure?" Lola nods confidently, and whispers some more.

The lecturer coughs and addresses the class, "Phones away please, this next presentation is, uh, sensitive." They contemplate for a moment and then speak again, "Is anyone in here under 18?" Silence. "Alright, uh, I think that's all I need to check. Lola, you may begin."

Lola steps up in front of the lectern. She is relatively well-known on campus as a devout environmentalist, constantly speaking at rallies and other environmental events, she leads many protests. Looking closely, you think you can see the slightest tremor in her hands that are holding her note cards and a slide clicker, which is odd because you have never seen her look even a little shy. Without words, she presses a button on her clicker and her title appears:

Fashion is Immoral - A Statement Against Consumption

On the slide are images of nudists who are smiling. This wouldn't be too unusual except for the fact that their... bits... are in frame. This must have been what the lecturer was shocked at. It's interesting that she wouldn't have checked these slides with the lecturer before today...

"Too long have people preached messages against fast fashion and left out the most crucial thing," Lola began, "How fast fashion is isn't what makes it evil. The clothing industry is rotten from the core."

She continues to speak, confidence blazing from her. Ironic, you think, rolling your eyes, giving a speech on the evil of the clothing industry in high-production jeans and a mass-produced shirt. You don't let these thoughts influence her, it's just something you think absent mindedly.

You zone out, whispering with Haley, who still seems quite distressed. "Oh my god," she says, "I hope Brianna is okay..."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," you whisper back, "these things don't stick around for too long. People will have forgotten by the time the week is up." And if they haven't, I'll make sure they do, You think. As sexy as it was seeing Brianna humiliated, you wouldn't want this to have any seriously harmful effects on her future.

"I guess so," Haley mumbles, "I guess I'm just glad it didn't happen to me, I would have died." She touches the sides of her cargo (newly) shorts absent-mindedly.

You're snapped out of your conversation when Lola says something shocking.

"But I'm no hypocrite," she gestures up to her slides, "I'll be presenting the rest of this slideshow, practicing what I preach." She sits down and takes her shoes and socks off, before unbuttoning her pants and unzipping them, pulling them down to her ankles.

Shocked gasps ripple throughout the lecture hall. What the hell is she doing? Is this some kind of stunt? To mock Brianna? Maybe to distract us from her? Whatever is was, no one was complaining, especially not those of us attracted to women. Lola is many things, and attractive is certainly one of them. Her slim build is offset by her sizeable breasts and curvy ass, and everyone (you included!) had certainly hoped to see her naked before, but no one had had the privelege - until today.

Her pants come off entirely, leaving her in white frilly panties below the waist, and she pulls off her overshirt, then pulls her crop top over her head, revealing her matching white bra. She very clearly is excited, you can tell from the shake of her hands and the slight blush on her cheeks. Is she an exhibitionist?

Everyone is laser focused on Lola and her 'presentation". Her breasts are framed neatly by her frilly white bra. You aren't really listening, all you can think about is how you could get Lola to go further, although she clearly doesn't mean to. Suddenly you have an idea.

Directing your thoughts towards Lola, you think:

Your bra and panties are -- and were since this morning -- made of newspaper, to prove your point about environmentalism. You remember putting them on this morning, no one else in this room remembers your underwear being anything but newspaper.

With joy, you watch and see Lola's bra and panties turn into newspaper, as if they always were that way. Across her nipples are cut off headlines . You can see the words "Daring" and "Young Women Protest".

Lola pauses in her speech to take a drink of water from her metal water bottle. Without any influence from you, she slips and pours water down her front, drenching the newspaper that makes up her bra. The material clings to her ample boobs, threatening to fall to the ground. Lola catches them and laughs, making a sly joke before continuing.

She keeps talking, moving her arms, and you see the material slowly phase away, shredding progressively. The left side of the bra fades away in the dampness of the water, and then the right. Before you know it, Lola's boobs are completely exposed.

Lola pauses in her tracks as she realizes her exposure. She hesitates for a moment, then covers her boobs, embarrassed.

"Ah, as you can see, even recycled clothing can harm the environment, which is why I, uh, did this." She's trying to play it off desperately.

Right at that moment, you think, The sweat on your hips wears away the material of your newspaper panties.

As you command it, the right connector of her panties wears away, unfolding the material and revealing Lola's trimmed bush to the class. There is moisture on the insides of her legs, proving her arousal.

"Aaah!" Lola exclaims, part embarrassment, part arousal. She quickly hides behind the lectern. "And uh, that is why we cannot wear recycled clothing either, because, it, um, is unreliable!" Her face is red and her arms are strewn about her frame, desperately trying to preserve her humility. You can't quite see her body behind that blasted lectern.

The lecturer speaks up, "Lola, please don't loiter behind the lectern. Bad presentation, you know the drill."

Lola coughs and stammers before trying to regain her composure. "Yes, of course, sorry." She walks out from behind the lectern, hands on her hips. But her body is shaking with her hidden humiliation. Try as she might to hide it, this situation is clearly overwhelmingly embarrassing - and hot! Her breath comes lightly and rapidly, her breasts swaying as she gasps for composure. Her legs are wet, and not only from sweat. You've never seen your friend like this, but it's impossibly attractive. Completely naked, her legs glistening under the harsh lights of the lecture hall.

Students gasp, but no one stops her, as everyone assumes it was part of the presentation.

Trembling, Lola finishes her presentation on the "immorality of fashion", butt naked in front of all of her friends and peers. When she reaches the end of her presentation, she bows, to a roaring applause from the horny and flustered audience of students.

Turning to disconnect her laptop from the slideshow, Lola reveals her beautiful butt and back to the audience. Her ass curves beautifully, leading up to her tight hips. Her brown hair flows down her back, somehow only accentuating her humiliating nudity to the crowd. She shakes as she walks, whispers something to the lecturer. The lecturer shakes their head no, and Lola ashamedly walks back to her seat, covered in applause, but otherwise completely naked.

Many male students can't keep their eyes off of her, her hands covering her boobs as the lecturer announces the next presentation.