Yes

Before she could think what to do, the hallway was filled with other students. Somehow the first few seemed intent on getting to their next class and went straight by, heads down. Sandry began to let herself hope that she could somehow get through this okay.

Then the laughter started. And the catcalls and whistles. And the snap of camera phones.

Sandry felt so humiliated, she backed up against the wall to hide her naked rear, and put one hand over her face, leaving only one hand to try desperately to cover the rest of her body. She wanted somehow to stop people knowing it was her. No one had ever seen her like this! Even when she had gone to pool parties she had a sensible one-piece and a wrap, and she had certainly never willingly let anyone see her underwear beyond changing for PE, and then it was always sensible full-coverage undies. What would being seen like this do to her reputation? Her university prospects?

"Sandry!" she looked up at the surprised male voice, into the eyes of Mr Hale, the deputy head. She was relieved to see he had stopped the gathered crowd from taking photos. "What on earth are you wearing? Or rather, not wearing?"

"I, well, I had no PE kit so I had to do it in my knickers, but then my bra broke and someone ripped my undies off and this is all that was in my locker..."

"You don't have your uniform?"

"I don't know where it is, but it wouldn't be much help because it's too small..."

"I'm sure we've spoken to you girls about this uniform problem before."

"This problem?" Sandry gestured at the pasties.

"The tightness problem. You young girls with your short skirts, tight blouses against your... breasts... nipples poking through the thin cotton... buttons ready to pop and leave you exposed..." Mr Hale looked Sandry up and down, slowly. He licked his lips unconsciously.

"Sir?" Sandry tentatively asked.

"Yes..." Mr Hale shook his head, seemed to come back to himself, "You'd better get to class."

"Class? Like this?!"

"Unless you have a suitable uniform somewhere then yes, just like that. Just like... Excuse me."

Mr Hale hastily left in the direction of the staff room, and Sandry was left with the possibility of going to class in her current state.