Her panties are too loose. And perverted.

Since neither of you know when you might be called upon, the two of you rush out to the bathroom, trying not to look unusual. No sooner do you close the door than she slips her thumbs into the waistband of her snug shorts and yanks them down her long, athletic legs. You look away, embarrassed by her cavalier attitude towards nudity.

"Here you go," she says with a crook of her lips, and you look back, seeing her with shorts on and a pair of neon pink panties dangling from her fingers.

"Um, thanks," you say a little uncertainly, gripping them with the very tips of your fingers. You pull on the waistband to see which side is which, and stare at a pair of bright green hands. You gape at them a moment, wondering if they're supposed to be cupping or spanking the wearer's butt? You thought you were getting away from getting spanked a lot when you left for school.

Red-faced, you flip the panties around and see that the crotch has a smiley face with a long tongue dangling out. Is it sticking its tongue out or licking?

"It's a fun little surprise I wear for myself and anyone who gets to see them."

"B-but..." you stammer, then stop. What can you say that won't offend her? Besides, you need the panties, so you don't want her to take them away. Anyway, you'll be on the stage, so no one will be close enough to see them, right?

Cracking the door open the girl leans out, head cocked. To your horror, you hear your name called, loud and clear.

"Oh, so that's your name. I'm Rosa," she says, holding out her hand. You pause your efforts to step into the panties, and realizing that now isn't the moment she withdraws her hand.

Grimacing at the feel of squishy panties pressing against your sex you give them a quick yank and rush out the door as you hear your name called a second time.

"Here!" you cry out, hand raised, and rush to the stage, face flushing at the certainty that your skirt is rising up with each long, hurried stride. To your alarm you feel the waistband of the panties slip, allowing a bit of air to intrude upon your pussy. Thinking back on it you're pretty petite, whereas Rosa had full womanly hips.

You move awkwardly up the stairs, your arms against the side of your skirt, holding the panties in place, desperately trying to figure out what to do about this. You'd look silly if you get one hand on your hip throughout the fight, but what was the alternative? As you ponder you feel a wisp of a breeze blow between the crotch of the wet panties and your moist, hairless slit.