What's next?

And continue

Sabrina tugged at her trousers, hopping around as she tried to tug up the garment which suddenly seemed remarkably tight and **** to move past her knees. As she pranced around in front of her laughing classmates, she failed to notice that her woollen top was still snagged on the desk and was unravelling fast. It was already half the length it had started out and was getting shorter.

Sabrina gave one big tug at her trousers and was relieved to find the waistband coming up to where it was supposed to be, but her relief lasted only a moment until she realised that in doing so, the rest of the seam had torn apart and rendered the pants conpletely unwearable. She dropped them again, at the same time as the rest of her top fell from her body, leaving the girl clad in only her embarrassing underwear.

"I need to go find something else to wear!" she exclaimed, face red, covering her body with her hands and dashing for the door.

As she reached the doorway, Sabrina's foot touched the freshly waxed hall floor and she slipped up, falling back into the classroom on her back.

Humiliated, Sabrina clambered back to her feet, feeling a loosening around her chest as her bra strap broke, and made her way more carefully into the corridor.

At the same moment, the principal entered the corridor, leading a team of inspectors.

"And you'll be pleased to see we have nothing to hide." he was saying.

"Clearly." one of the inspectors nodded at Sabrina.

The teenage witch took off in the other direction, so quickly she left her ruined shoes behind and had to go carefully on her bare socks.

Without thinking, she pushed through a door at the end of the corridor and found herself in the gym, in the middle of a hundred students who turned to look at her. She turned to leave again, but the door she had pushed through was swinging back at her and knocked her onto the room, her arms flailing and her bra going flying.

"No!" she cried out, turning in every direction and seeing more eyes on her.