Evita Fusilier

Tandy found herself standing at the edge of a classroom. Despite the odd transition in, she let herself relax for a moment; at least things seemed fairly calm.

Well, calm for her. Tandy bit back a laugh to see what Evita's fear was.

She was naked in class; it was somehow so mundane. That, along with her frantic expression, made Tandy snigger.

Evita's desk was in the middle of the classroom and, while everyone else was in the school uniforms, Tandy's had vanished. She sat awkwardly, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed under her desk, nervously trying to hide herself from the eyes of her classmates.

And all of them had dfeinitely noticed her predicament, laughing much like Tandy was, hushed whispers and gestures abounding. The teacher meanwhile didn't seem to care.

And then Evita turned and looked straight across to Tandy. Tandy jumped back.

Wait, no, no one could see her unless she wanted them to, not when she was-

"You think this is funny?" Evita said. Her voice sounded firm, not the humiliated quaver her expression made it seem like it should be.

What-

There was a flash of white again, and then Tandy shrieked.

"Quiet there, Tandy."

She'd swapped places! Evita had gone, and now she was left naked in the middle of the class, her pale body exposed to dozens of people. She flushed a bright red, pulling her legs up onto her chair in an effort to hide herself.

What the- How had Evita done that? And where had she gone?

And more importantly, Tandy thought with a squeak as the eyes of 'her' classmates started to turn towards her, how the hell was she going to get out of this?!