Anna can. But her skirt?

Anna couldn't believe that this door somehow only locked on her. What kind of lock was this? Whatever the case, Anna's skirt was caught, and she didn't want attention from opening the door.

So she tugged, pulling on it with her hands to try and limit ripping. She tugged again, only harder. Anna gave a frustrated sigh, and gave one more firm pull.

RRRRRIP!

"Gah!" Anna lost balance as she jerked backwards. The end result of her tugging ended up with her being free. However, Anna quickly noticed something. Her skirt was off her body. It refused to leave the door.

Anna blushed and put her hands between her legs. She had no clothes on between her waist and her ankles. Two pieces of clothing were now damaged and would need repairs before they were wearable. Anna couldn't just go back to class anymore. She wasn't decent, and would likely get suspended if caught.

She took a deep breath and slowly approached the door, and did what she should have done in the first place. A shaking hand slowly opened the door, while the other pulled the torn skirt. Anna then silently shut the door.

"Okay, stay calm Anna," she said to herself. She looked to the sewing machines in the class room. The bottomless girl had limited experience with sewing. But all she needed was simple a simple repair. It couldn't be too hard.

So Anna took her damaged pieces of clothing, and sat on a stool by the sewing machine. A small shiver went up her spine, as the chair had an unfamiliar texture to the exposed part of her body. It was cold and firm, a stark contrast from her warm and soft legs and shapely tush.

Anna shook her head, knowing she needed to focus. Her clothes needed repairs!