Camilla looked down at her body- her skin tanned and smooth, every inch exposed. The twin curves of her breasts leading to firm pink nipples, her stomach flat and taut from expensive gym sessions, below that her groin and a neat triangle of pubic hair, and then her toned, enviously-long and supple legs. Her entire body was a figure of expensive perfection.
This was not, apparently, what the rest of the class saw.
"Oh my god! That girl needs some serious help!"
"Ever think of going to a gym, tubby?"
"Look at her, like she doesn't care what she looks like!"
These and various other comments made it clear to Camilla that they were seeing something very different. Their insults and mocking laughter rang in her ears as she struggled to cover herself with her hands, her fingers racing over breasts, crotch, ass, striving to cover all of her at once and failing, especially as she kept moving her arms as she changed her mind about which parts of her she should hide.
Eventually, after far too long in front of the class, Camilla turned to leave.
Her panties tangled around her feet and Camilla fell, slamming painfully to the floor.
"Smooth moves, loser!" Mary shouted from the back of the class.
"This isn't me!" Camilla wailed, struggling to her feet and kicking her underwear off in the process, "You're the loser, not me!"
Camilla found the door and made her way into the corridor, she didn't know where she was going, only that she had to go. But every door in the corridor was opening, pupils looking out at the nude girl who was streaking through the hallway. As she went, Camilla felt tears in her eyes as she kept insisting,
"This isn't me! I'm the popular girl! These things aren't supposed to happen to me!"
Laughter followed her wherever she ran.
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