Standing up

Sandry sat in her chair, fidgeting, legs crossing and uncrossing, nothing below her waist but her bright red panties. She had no chance of hiding them if she had to.

"Stand up, Sandry."

"What?" she looked up, realised she hadn't been paying attention to what Miss Lane had been saying.

"Stand up and read the role of Blanche."

"Me, miss?"

"Yes, you."

"Now, miss?" she looked around, saw all the eyes on her.

"Yes, Sandry, you and now."

"I... I can't."

"Your legs work, don't they?"

"Well, yes..."

"So stand up."

"I... I... I..."

"Sandry! Stop stuttering and get up!"

Taking a deep breath, Sandry rose from her seat, her bottom half rising from under the desk and bringing Wonder Woman into full view.

The class erupted into woops and cheers, Sandry's face burned as bright red as her underwear.

"Quite a liberal interpretation of the uniform policy." Miss Lane said, "While a appreciate Wonder Woman, where is your skirt?"

"I, er, lost it."

"Then you had better hope you don't lose anything else."