Silk shirt and underwear.

Ingrid was carrying what looked like a lavender colored long-sleeved button-up shirt that was made of silk and a pair of red briefs. Ingrid tossed her load over the crowd and they fluttered down to my feet. I picked up the underwear with one hand and examined them. The briefs had a black waistband, two yellow lightning bolts aiming towards the crotch, and the words, Shock Value, were printed on the backside.

"Are you fucking serious!? I am not wearing this filth! This looks like the kind of thing a child would wear...or Rorke!" Ingrid frowned at my objection.

"Well," one of the girls surrounding me, Amy I believed her name was, pulled out her phone. "If you want to teach us naked, I have no objections. This will make a great memory." A twinge of fear possessed me as I realized what she was doing by readying her camera. I hurriedly stepped into the briefs, giving the girls a final look at my junk to which they applauded and hooted. I just barely managed to get the elastic waistband around my hips right when the flash went off. I was covered, but now Amy had a picture of me red-faced in red underwear. "This will still make a charming memory."

"Delete that picture immediately!" I shouted as I picked up the silk shirt thrusting an arm into it.

Amy shook her head as I put my remaining arm through the last sleeve. "That will depend on how today's class will go." What did she mean by that?

Anyway, I wasn't going to be bullied into offering anyone special treatment. So I stomped towards the whiteboard and picked up a marker to start writing on it. "Alright everyone, class will resume regularly here as it does on campus, Spartan style!" I turned to face them all, slamming my hand against the equation I had just written on the board. "If you don't like it, go learn somewhere else!" I expected the usual groans, protests, maybe even dismissal at my declaration but instead I was met with moderate applause and cheering. At this point, I think I was just a sideshow to them. I had a faint blush on my face as Bridget came over to me with my glasses. She placed them on my face as she looked me up and down and smiled. I figured now would be a good time to button up my shirt. As the class observed me buttoning up, I turned to Ingrid. "I don't suppose you have any pants to go with this outfit do you?"

"Sorry, I gave the last pair of the pants that I made to Rorke."

Of course she did.

Much to my chagrin, the rest of the class proceeded more like a study party rather than a lecture. Not that they weren't learning anything. Whenever I wrote something on the board they paid attention and whenever I asked a question they would answer correctly. It was just the attitude among my students had changed. They would boldly speak among themselves whether I chastised them for it or not, they would always converse with me with smiles and giggles instead of annoyance and contempt, and they would wander all over the house getting food from the kitchen and even offered me something to eat, to which I declined. It was quite clear that any fear and resentment I had worked so hard into my students had been replaced by humor and a desire to tease. What the hell happened?!

As I walked around the room where the students lackadaisically placed themselves as I checked their work, the girls seized whatever opportunity they could to stroke my bare thighs or pat me on the butt. I would always confront them by yelling my disapproval but the perpetrators would just laugh it off. Yelling no longer has any effect. Two of the girls even sneaked up behind me and yanked my briefs down to my ankles. The class hollered in delight as I pulled them back up with a humiliated look on my burning face.

"Look at him all bashful, he is so cute!"

"Yeah, how did I not know he was this cute?"

"Because he was always such a huge prick to us."

"I think he makes up for it with his own huge prick."

"Oh, look at him blush I just want to go over there and hug him!"

"I want to do more than just hug."

"I would be cool if I could just get in a little spanking!"

I tried as best as I could to ignore their loud whispering. When class finally ended I was actually relieved. Everyone took a turn saying goodbye to me personally either by flirting, winking, or blowing kisses. It was hard to tell at this point whether or not I was still their least favorite teacher or their most favorite teacher by now. As everyone departed the house, Bridget stayed behind to give me my horrific reminder.

"Remember Avery, you still have to model for Delia's class after this."

Oh right, the day wasn't over. I pouted.

Bridget kissed me on the cheek, "I do have some good news love. I called Delia while you were under, she'll allow you to change over in the gym. That way you wont have to walk around half the campus naked again."

It was a small comfort but I was glad Bridget was trying to help me. "Thank you." Without thinking I placed a small kiss on her soft lips and then backed away flustered. What are you doing Avery? Stop forgetting that she's a student! "Ahem," I straightened the color on my shirt. The silk actually felt pretty comfortable against my skin. "We should be going now then. I will drive us as close as we can get to the gymnasium." I grabbed her by the hand and strode right out the door. I did not dare turn around to see what kind of face she was making. All I knew was how tightly and warmly she clasped my hand.