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Losing the last of her clothes

Sabrina covered her bare breasts with her hands and ran away from the largest group of people, amid the sounds of mocking laughter at her predicament. She had not gone far when her socks skidded on the hard floor again and she slipped, out of control, running straight into a group of practising cheerleaders who had just formed a human pyramid. Sabrina collided with one of the girls and the entire group came tumbling to the ground, landing around and on top of Sabrina in a heap on the floor.

"Sorry!" Sabrina groaned as she sat up, her breasts again uncovered. Around her the cheerleaders lay, skirts and tops riding up and showing their bodies.

"Hey, I think she likes that!" she heard someone call out. Sabrina looked down to her chest, where her dark pink nipples had grown hard.

She squealed in embarrassment, moving to cross her arms over her chest again but not realising that the ring on one of her fingers had caught a loose thread from a brunette cheerleader's top, and when she moved it ripped the girl's jumper from her and exposed a pink bra.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" Sabrina got to her feet. Her socks had worked down to her toes and she decided she was better off without them, so kicked them off.

"Spellman!" the female gym coach was standing next to her, looking furious, "I don't know what possessed you to come running in here with your little Piglet panties and not a stitch else, but I think you need to take a time out on the benches while I go and call Miss Wardwell."

"Yes, coach." Sabrina said, hanging her head in embarrassment. She made her way to a bench against the wall and sank down onto it.

A sharp pain in her rear made her jump up again, yelping. Rubbing her sore backside, Sabrina turned to eye the bench, which had a loose nail sticking up. A loose nail from which hung a piece of purple cotton printed with cartoon piggies.

Sabrina looked down at herself. She was now completely naked.