School's Out

"My clothes...?" Madison looked down at her nearly-naked body, the panda smiling back at her. Pupils around her were giggling, pointing and whispering.

"...came to school with no clothes on!"

"...such a slut..."

"...could have sworn she was stuffing..."

Madison looked up at the teacher, who was walking down the room, putting papers on each desk.

"Remember, this test counts for 85% of your final grade, and will be the first thing any college looks at when considering you."

"I already got in to college!"Madison insisted.

"Madison?" the teacher stopped by her desk. Madison realised the woman was wearing an ugly silver blouse with big orange buttons, which looked somehow familiar. "Something you want to get off your chest? Oh, my mistake, looks like you already did."

The teacher moved on, and Madison looked down at the test.

"If the rate of exchange for Polish Złoty to Chezch Krona is taken to be a constant, what would the effect of the Trans-European railroad be on grain production in the south of Lichtenstein..." she read. The question went on for several more lines, but she turned to the next one.

"Describe the key components of the Spinning Jenny that made it superior to the Rotating Mangle in terms of post-industrial knitwear..." Madison shook her head.

"Five minutes remaining!" the teacher announced.

"What?!" Madison looked up, the rest of the class were sitting back, reams of completed papers on their desks.

"So easy!" one girl whispered to the girl next to her.

"Totally!" her friend whispered back, "Plus you remembered to get dressed this morning." she turned to look pointedly at Madison, and something clicked.

"You're Tanya Newman!" Madison realised, "But, you disappeared months ago..." she looked around, and started recognising faces of others around her, from posters and milk cartons. She stood up, "I've got to go!"

"Class is not yet dismissed." the teacher argued, smiling with a mouth ringed in bright red lipstick, "And where are you going, in nothing but your little panda panties?"

"This isn't a school," Madison said, looking around and seeing the room was lacking windows, except one high-up in a wall, yet on the other side was grass, "it's just some basement!"

Madison darted towards the window, stepped up on a desk, or was it just an old box? She pushed the high window open, started to scramble through it, grass tickling her face, neck, chest. She was about halfway through when she felt a tugging first at her legs, then the waistband of her panties. She kicked backwards, connected with something, and suddenly she was pulling the rest of herself through the window, rolling on the grass, getting to her feet in the front yard of the Neibolt House.

Madison gasped for breath, resting her hands on her knees and bending over. Unfortunately, losing her dress was not an illusion. Worse, as she looked at her body, the panda no longer smiled back, now there was just her own blonde pubic hair. Her panties had been pulled off her and left in the basement.